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Qin Ying carefully broke free from between Mei Sanniang's arms, sat on the couch and changed into a gray robe, and left the wing room with an umbrella. It rained heavily at noon, and the backyard of Xihuaguan would probably not be constructed after a while, but she still had to go to Guanli according to her habits.

Opened the oilcloth umbrella and walked out of the courtyard gate, Qin Ying asked the coachman to prepare the car as usual. The roof of the carriage was also wrapped with a layer of tarpaulin to keep out the rain, and Qin Ying did not see any dampness in it.

The car drove on the street and made a rolling sound, and the car drove three turns and two turns under the control of the coachman, and then rushed to the side door of Xihuaguan by taking a shortcut. She doesn't go through the main gate because the main gate of Xihua Temple is often blocked by incense visitors, and Qin Ying will be watched by people when she enters from there.

It's not a big thing to be too famous, but it's actually hard to live up to it. Qin Ying sighed in her heart, and when she jumped off the edge of the car, her shoes accidentally stepped into a puddle, and the hem of her gray robe was stained with dots of water.

However, as soon as she walked into the Sanqing Hall with an umbrella, and handed the umbrella to a Taoist to help him put it away, she saw that there were more pilgrims in the hall than before, and she noticed a woman kneeling in the distance. The Taoist people gathered next to him wanted the woman to get up, not to make noise here, and after persuading her twice, it didn't work, but they were helpless.

"What's going on?" Qin Ying asked with a frown. It was easy for her to clean up this Xihuaguan and have some rules, but at this moment, she found that the Sanqing Hall was in a mess, and she naturally didn't have a good look on her face.

The Taoist who held the umbrella for her bowed down, made himself level with Qin Ying, and said in his ear: "Back to the Lord, this woman came to the Taoist Temple with a child, and she was wet by the rain, as if she had some wind and cold, and she was full of nonsense, and she fainted after a while. At this time, lying in the guest room in the backyard, there were two senior brothers guarding him. I went to the next door to invite Lang Zhong, but the man was reluctant to go out to consult when he saw that the rain was heavy, so the woman went to the Sanqing Palace to make trouble. ”

Qin Ying's brows furrowed even deeper, and he said, "Why is it so ugly in the cold?" The steps approached the woman very quickly, Qin Ying put his hands on his sleeves and said to her condescendingly, "Ask Sanqing to bless your child with peace and well, it is better to ask the Lord of Benguan to come conveniently." ”

The woman raised her head, looked at Qin Ying blankly, and finally remembered that the Lord of Xihua Guan had prayed for His Royal Highness the Crown Prince in the past, and knelt down twice in front of Qin Ying and sobbed: "Dao is great and virtuous." ”

Qin Ying nodded, thinking that if she hadn't arrived at Guanli, she wouldn't know how this matter would end. She walked out of the hall with her legs raised, and the Taoist helped her with an umbrella to shelter from the rain. The two of them were followed not only by the woman, but also by countless pilgrims who were watching the excitement, and poured into the backyard where the ground was broken.

The rain had already made the foundation pit muddy, and Qin Ying walked over with his robe without squinting. After entering the guest room, Qin Ying instructed the Taoist to go to his wing room to get the medical box needle box in the chest of drawers. She also has a set here in case she needs it. Now it seems to have come in handy.

Sitting on the side of the child's soft couch, Qin Yingsu put his hand on his pulse first to see if this was an ordinary wind chill.

Everyone gathered around to join in the fun, at first three or four people stood in the room that still had room to spare, Qin Ying was silent and focused on checking the pulse, and the Taoist who had the right to speak in the view had to beckon the pilgrims to go out first, leaving the mother of the child alone to sit in the room.

As soon as her fingers were cut into place, she felt that the pulse was no different from the wind cold. After a while, however, her countenance became solemn. Looking at the child's palms and ears again, she kneaded them twice to confirm the conjecture in her heart, turned her head and called the Taoist to bring another basin of hot water.

Talking nonsense at the beginning of the illness means that the mind is dizzy. After lying down, he has a high fever accompanied by palpitations. It's not an ordinary wind chill, it's very tricky, but Qin Ying has taken care of Li Chengqian's thirst, and he won't be at a loss at this time.

The woman wiped the tears from her eyes and asked, "What is the disease of my child?" ”

"Wind sickness." Qin Ying put away the hand that was stroking the child's limbs, and sat down before continuing to answer, "It is not difficult to heal if you meet a good man." The doctor in the next door should have listened to your child's situation, and he didn't dare to come to the clinic because he didn't know the bottom of his heart. ”

The needle box of the medical box was handed over by the Taoist, Qin Ying took out a hand towel and an inch-long silver needle from it, and was about to put the needle into the acupoint through a thin cloth towel, but the woman next to her covered her mouth and screamed.

This woman who was a moth three times and twice made Qin Ying lose her temper, waved her hand and motioned for the people to take her out crying, and closed the door of the guest room tightly, without a trace of wind and rain.

In the blink of an eye, there were only Qin Ying and the unconscious child in the entire wing. Qin Ying's wrist slammed, submerged the silver needle into his countless acupoints, suppressed the almost invisible tremor of his limbs, and then wiped off all his sweat with a towel that had just passed the hot water.

The first thing to do is to sober him up.

Half a moment later, she took the silver needle and wiped the blood around the acupuncture points with a handkerchief. With such a heavy attack just now, if his mother saw it, Qin Ying would definitely be pestered by yelling and screaming. So she had the foresight to clear all the hands and ears, and she did everything herself.

Listening to the child's breathing gradually from nothing, Qin Ying knew that he was about to wake up, so he reached out again to cut his pulse for him, and then took a charcoal pen from the medical box, and scribbled a barely understandable prescription on the silk book.

After the child let out a weak moan, Qin Ying opened the door of the guest room and let the woman and pilgrims take a look. At this time, Qin Ying became a god who cured all diseases in the eyes of everyone.

She called the Taoist outside to come in, and wiped the sweat for the child every two moments. He also asked the Taoist to go to the Xishi pharmacy in the heavy rain, and grabbed three days' worth of medicine according to the prescription, while he went out with the medical box and needle box.

Her shoes were already a little wet when she stepped into the puddle, and half of her robe fell into the water, and she wanted to go back to the wing room to change into a clean robe. It's not that Qin Ying is so clean, it's just that her profession is really out of tune with the master of Taoism.

Qin Ying walked out of the room with a new look, and the rain had stopped. Qin Ying looked at the people who were sheltering from the rain in the view, the cloth bun on the top of their heads was still wet, and they looked like chickens in soup, so he asked the Taoist to boil ginger water, and asked everyone to stay first, and then move to the dining hall to drink a bowl of ginger water to ward off the cold before leaving.

When the Taoist responded, he secretly muttered in his heart that the Lord does not eat the fireworks in the world, and he doesn't know how much it costs to boil a pot of ginger water.

Xihuaguan has not accepted incense money for a month, and if the viewer continues to be so generous, he feels that sooner or later he will have to sit on the mountain and eat empty.

Qin Ying didn't care about the circulation of money in this view, because all the income and expenditure were managed by a special Taoist. One bookkeeper and one financial management. She's just a hands-off shopkeeper.

Note: I'm talking nonsense again. This is a random compilation of Sun Simiao's "A Thousand Golden Fangs", which is exquisite and cautious.

(To be continued.) )