After going to work the next day, Zeng Yi arranged the things at hand, boarded the car and went to Xiaomazhuang, ready to visit the old doctor Ma, and wrapped up the sail and followed with the car.

Pony Village is located in the east of the county seat, not far from the county seat, only five miles away, and the car soon arrived at the entrance of the village of Pony Village.

As soon as he entered the village, there was a sudden "boom" loud noise, which shook the co-pilot in the front row and shook his head, his face turned pale instantly, and he looked a little panicked.

Listening to the roaring sound hovering overhead, Zeng Yi sighed with emotion and said, "The light rain is new, and a thunder starts." Time flies! ”

Wrapping up the sail and settling his mind, the thunder in his heart came without any signs, and the movement was surprisingly loud, I am afraid that many people were taken aback just now, he continued Zeng Yi's words: "It has been more than half a year since the county magistrate Zeng came to our Fengqing County. ”

Zeng Yi looked up at the window, and said in his heart that at this time last year, he was still studying at the Central Party School, and in a blink of an eye, he was already the county magistrate of Fengqing County, and he had been on a temporary job in the Beijing Hospital for half a year. On the surface, the administrative level of the county magistrate seems to be similar to that of the director of the management committee of the Baiyang Development Zone, but there are many more things to do, and they are more complicated. At the beginning in Baiyang, he only needed to do a good job in attracting investment, even if he did a good job, but the county magistrate, the head of a county, had to take care of everything, and any matter was much more complicated than attracting investment.

Soon after entering the village, I saw a long car queue on the side of the road, stretching forward and turning left at the second intersection in front, and I couldn't see how many cars were in front of me.

"It seems that Old Doctor Ma's home is easy to find!" Zeng Yi laughed. Looking at the convoy on the side of the road, there are many luxury cars.

Bao Qifan said: "Mr. Ma is very famous, and there is an endless stream of patients who come to seek medical treatment, if you don't line up, I'm afraid you will never see a doctor." ”

Zeng Yi bowed his head slightly, and told the driver to drive forward along the car.

As soon as the car turned left in front, I saw the home of Dr. Ma. From the outside, it looks very ordinary, with two low blue brick walls enclosing a courtyard about six or seven minutes in size, and the door is made of two gray wooden planks. It's also low and short, and if it's too tall, I'm afraid I'll hit the door.

The entrance was still full of cars. No one is in order, but the patients who come to seek medical care are orderly and not chaotic at all.

Seeing this situation, Zeng Yi did not let the driver drive the car forward, but found a place to get out of the car and walked over with Bao Qifan, so as not to misunderstand that these patients in line were here to cut in line.

Who knew that when he walked to the door of Dr. Ma's house, no patient stepped forward to question, Zeng Yi was puzzled, but he still pushed the door and walked in.

Inside is a small secluded yard. Planted with all kinds of flowers, a path made of blue bricks leads to the inside, and in the middle of the courtyard, there is a pergola made of vines, and a stone table and bench are placed underneath. Unfortunately, it was covered with dust, and it was difficult for the owner of the yard to have a quiet time to sit there and rest.

Looking up, there are only four ordinary bungalows in the courtyard, which look a little old and mottled. In the whole courtyard, there is a strong smell of traditional Chinese medicine.

"What are your numbers?" There was a voice in my ears.

Zeng Yi looked sideways. Only then did he find that a young man in his twenties was sitting at the corner of the door, holding a medical case in his hand, and he was looking up at Zeng Yi and the others at this time.

"We don't have a number!" Wrap up the sail and say.

The young man didn't say anything, picked up a pen and wrote a number on a small piece of paper, then stretched out his hand and handed it over, and said, "Oh, this is your number, go outside and wait first, and then come in when your number is called." ”

Zeng Yi suddenly realized, no wonder the patients outside were not worried about someone cutting in line, it turned out that there was still a place for a queue here, he did not reach out to pick up the number, but said: "You misunderstood, we are not here to see a doctor." ”

The young man looked up at Zeng Yi with doubts in his eyes, and said, "Then what are you here for?" ”

Wrap up the sail and say: "We are ......"

"We're here to visit the old man." Zeng Yi touched it from his pocket, took out a business card of the Nanjiang Association of Traditional Chinese Medicine, and said, "This is my business card." ”

The young man saw that Xindao was still a peer in the Chinese medicine community, and it was estimated that he had come to Ma Lao for help, so he returned the business card to Zeng Yi and said, "Ma Lao is treating patients inside, but I don't know if I have time to see you, you can go and see for yourself!" ”

"Okay, thank you!" Zeng Yi put away his business card and walked towards the bungalow inside.

Bao Qifan hurriedly followed, the heart is still cautious of the county magistrate, Fengqing County's medical reform pilot this time, is to let Ma Lao make pornography, if he directly explains his identity, I am afraid it will be difficult to see Ma Lao today. Fortunately, the county magistrate Zeng carried the business card of the Chinese Medicine Association with him, and it was completely natural for his peers to visit each other.

When I got to the bungalow, I found that one was a consultation room, one was a pharmacy, and the other two seemed to be living quarters, and under the eaves of the porch in front of the bungalow, there were seven or eight honeycomb coal stoves side by side, and at this time there were three blue-black clay pots on it, in which the medicinal soup was fried, and the smell of medicine in the yard was mainly emanating from here.

A bench was placed at the entrance of the consultation room, on which sat several waiting patients, some brightly dressed and some looking like ordinary villagers.

There was a white curtain hanging on the door of the examination room, which was not completely lowered at this time, and was half-placed on the door frame, so that you could see the situation inside. Doctor Ma Lao was sitting under the window, with his back to the outside, and was reaching out to check the pulse of a patient, but he couldn't see Ma Lao's expression, he could only see Ma Lao's other hand holding a cigarette, and the smoke kept rising. There were three or four people next to him, holding a notepad in their hands, Ma Lao was diagnosing the patient's pulse, and they were observing the patient's expression while writing down things on the notepad, it seemed that they should be apprentices who studied medicine with Ma Lao.

One of the patients closest to the examination room on the bench outside was a bejeweled middle-aged woman, with a diamond ring on her finger and a jade pendant around her neck, glowing green. It's just that she can't see her eyes, and on the bridge of her nose, there is a huge pair of sunglasses, which covers most of her face.

Seeing Zeng Yi standing at the door and looking inside, the middle-aged Kuotai said impatiently: "What are your numbers, you have to line up!" ”

Zeng Yi smiled and said, "We don't see a doctor." The next one is definitely you! ”

The middle-aged Kuotai's expression eased a little, but he still warned: "If you come to see a doctor, hurry up and go to the number." In Ma Lao's divine doctor, no one dares to cut in line. ”

Zeng Yi still smiled, and then stood at the door and looked inside. He was not in a hurry to go in, but planned to observe Mr. Ma's medical skills outside first, although he had seen it once last time, it was not real.

Soon, the patient inside took the prescription and went to the next prescription to grab the medicine.

The middle-aged Kuotai stood up and shook her body, walked into the consultation room, and waited for Ma Lao to sit down before she took off the sunglasses on her face.

Zeng Yi's angle just happened to be really real. It's no wonder that this Kuotai wants to wear such large sunglasses, it turns out that he is sick on his face. At the eyebrow frame of the middle-aged Kuotai, there is a walnut-sized ulcer, which is red and swollen, which affects the image very much. So covered it up with sunglasses.

Ma Lao got up and got closer, took a closer look at the ulcer of the middle-aged Kuotai, reached out and pressed it twice, smelled the smell on his hand again, and said, "This ulcer of yours, I'm afraid it's been a long time." Why didn't you come over early to treat it? ”

The middle-aged Kuotai said: "Ma Lao, you are really a miracle doctor, I have been this ulcer for a long time, almost a year, and I can't cure it." I heard from a friend that you are a skilled doctor, so I hurried over and asked you to treat me, as long as you can cure it, it will cost as much as you want! ”

Zeng Yi frowned slightly, and said in his heart that this middle-aged man doesn't know much about things, if he meets a doctor who sees money, the other party must love to hear this, but Mr. Ma's family is so simple, it is estimated that he doesn't like to listen to this kind of talk, and the treatment depends on medical skills, not money!

Sure enough, Ma Lao was a little unhappy, sat down in the chair, and didn't give the middle-aged Kuotai a pulse, and said directly: "It doesn't matter if you're sick, I'll make a prescription, just go back and eat." ”

After speaking, Ma Lao leaned there to smoke and rest, but said to the apprentice next to him: "Remember: If you take more cold medicine, it will cause blood cold and stasis, and the wound will not heal." Open: three doses of hot medicine. ”

When Zeng Yi heard this, his expression was moved, and he said in his heart that this old Mr. Ma is really a doctor with great medical skills, and he doesn't say much, but every sentence is to the point.

The middle-aged Kuotai inside was a little unhappy in her heart, and said in her heart that she had come all the way and lined up for a day and a night in this small village, how could she just send herself away, she said: "Ma Lao, what is my illness, because of what?" ”

"I've taken too many anti-inflammatory drugs!" Ma Lao said lightly.

The middle-aged Kuotai's face is very ugly, isn't this scolding! Who takes too much medicine, you take too much medicine! Didn't you see that my ulcers are red and swollen, this is inflammation, and it is not good to take anti-inflammatory drugs, if you don't eat it, wouldn't the old lady have already broken her appearance. What kind of miracle doctor, I don't think it's just that, I don't understand such an obvious truth.

Zeng Yi, who was standing outside the door, couldn't stop bowing his head, Ma Lao's words were too concise, and laymen couldn't understand it, but Zeng Yi, an insider, couldn't understand it anymore, this middle-aged Kuotai's ulcer lasted for a year and could not heal, precisely because he took too many anti-inflammatory drugs.

If the wound is red, swollen and ulcerated, most people will think that it is inflamed and need to take anti-inflammatory drugs and antibiotics, which is common knowledge in many people's minds, but there is no such concept in Chinese medicine, and there are exceptions to everything.

This middle-aged Kuotai's illness is due to taking too many anti-inflammatory drugs. Anti-inflammatory drugs are cold drugs, if the blood of the person is compared to the river on the body, then the anti-inflammatory drugs are cold currents, the cold current crosses, the river will inevitably freeze, not to mention the long-term use of anti-inflammatory drugs, the blood gas near the wound coagulation, it will lose its normal physiological functions, so it will not heal. This is no longer an ulcer, strictly speaking, it can be called chilblains.

It's like the earth, which cracks in a great drought and cracks in a great cold.

As long as you reuse a few doses of hot medicine, the glacier will inevitably start, the blood and qi will flow smoothly, and the normal physiological skills will be restored, and the wound will naturally heal without medicine. Human wound healing does not rely on medicine, but on physiological functions.

The apprentice quickly drew up a recipe and handed it to Ma Lao, who reviewed it and confirmed that it was correct, and signed his name.

The middle-aged Kuotai took the prescription, his face was extremely ugly, and there were faint signs of a seizure.

At this time, there was a sudden noise at the door, and someone was shouting: "Ma Lao, Ma Lao, come and help!" (Your support is my biggest motivation.) )