Chapter Thirty-Eight: No Disease, No Cure for Han Divine Doctor

"Brother Han, what are you going to do?"

"Help him see a doctor, doesn't it mean that people are dying?" Han Feng felt that the question Zhuang Zhong asked was a bit of a brain fragment that was too interesting, why didn't he see a doctor, go and dance for him, and help him copy the scriptures?

"Brother Han......" Zhuang Zhong's mouth was wide open, and he asked timidly, "Will you see a doctor?" ”

"I help take care of it in Shangguan's pharmacy, and I usually read some medical books, anyway, didn't he say that the person couldn't be happy, then the dead horse should be regarded as a live horse doctor."

"......" originally thought that Brother Han was omnipotent, but when he heard Han Feng's words, Zhuang Zhong was silent.

There was also that Xiucai who was silent, originally that Xiucai thought that something would happen, but he saw Han Feng's face and forehead full of the three big words 'unreliable'!

The slut brother sneered, laughed without saying a word, and began to look at the joke.

Hey, this slut brother, what a slut!

Han Feng shook his head, adversity sees the truth, this slut brother is left in the present, he is just a surface brother, this kind of person is really unfriendly!

Han Feng no longer hesitated and said, "Anyway, I can't survive, don't let me try." ”

After that Xiucai hesitated for a while, anyway, Zihe's life has come to this, and now he is penniless, and if he continues like this, it's not a way, hey, it's just like this owner said, dead horses should be treated as live horse doctors, and now it seems that it can only be like this.

"The owner, please come with the students!" Na Xiucai gritted his teeth and simply agreed to Han Feng's request.

The woman next to Yueyue asked, "Yueyue, will your eldest brother still treat people?" This is no joke! ”

Yueyue shook her head: "I've never heard my eldest brother mention it. But I believe my eldest brother, he definitely won't joke with human life! ”

Why is this man becoming more and more mysterious? The woman thought silently in her heart, at first she thought that a guy who was not very serious, how could he not be ambiguous at all when he started to do things? It's really a strange person, thinking of this, the woman's cheeks secretly reddened, she grew so big, she was curious about a man for the first time, and she was still the eldest brother of her friend, it was really a shame to say this, thinking of this, and secretly glanced at Yueyue next to her, fortunately, Yueyue didn't find her abnormality, and she was relieved.

Han Feng was actually very confident in his medical skills, and when he was in school, his teacher told him that many ancient diseases seemed to be terminal diseases at that time, but the medical conditions were limited at that time, and there was no way to find the pathogen.

And he is full of interest at the moment, he came to this world to save people for the first time, the feeling of a long time ago, although he treated a cold before, it was a minor illness after all, and there was no sense of accomplishment, this time he finally met a sick man, and he was eager to follow Xiucai to his inn.

Who knows, Na Xiu just arrived at the inn, and the owner of the inn threw out his luggage and said to him: "This Xiucai, I really can't let you live with me anymore, you go and take your friends away, I saw that you are all Xiucai's face, so I took you in for so long, but you look at you, don't talk about the money, your friend is about to choke his breath when he sees it, if he dies in my guest room, wouldn't it be bad luck?" ”

"Boss, I know the impact on you is not good, but this time I have already invited a doctor, come and show my brother, if it is not cured this time, then ......"

"Doctor, please?" The shopkeeper was a little suspicious, and thought to himself: Why did this Xiucai deceive me here? Where did he get the money to hire a doctor, and his friend's disease has spread all over Hangzhou, and it has long been recognized as an incurable disease, where will a doctor come to treat the disease?

"It's down there!" Suddenly, a young hat and a person dressed as a housekeeper appeared in front of the shopkeeper, who was stunned at first, and then almost laughed, but he couldn't help it when he took care of Xiucai's face, but he held back his laughter, it was better to laugh directly, but it was also happy.

"Xiucai boy, this is the doctor you invited? No matter how you look at it, it's a domestic servant. The proprietor smiled and asked, "Do you know how to practice medicine?" ”

"How not?" Han Feng looked disdainful: "I'm tired of leading the way, take me to see the patient!" ”

The proprietor asked: "Human life is at stake, if you heal someone to death in my place, then the responsibility is great, and the small shop can't afford such a big responsibility!" ”

"Grinding." Han Feng pushed him away and said, "If you're afraid, then go and ask Nan Xiangtian of the Chengxi Gang to see who this responsibility falls on in the end!" ”

Bull fork! Zhuang Zhong admired in his heart, this Brother Han is really a bull fork, and he actually put Nan Xiangtian out, and this shopkeeper may have nothing to say at this time.

Sure enough, Nan Xiangtian's kid was mixed, and this shop was opened in the west of the city, not far from Han Feng's hot pot restaurant, and he had been 'protected' by Nan Xiangtian, as soon as he heard Nan Xiangtian's name, it was like hearing the name of the plague god, his face changed suddenly, Nan Xiangtian, it can't be provoked, I just heard that Nan Xiangtian smashed a few shops today, such a gangster, he can't afford to provoke him, if he is unhappy, then his own shop will be wasted.

"This ......" The owner doesn't know what this family can have to do with Nan Xiangtian, but if someone really has a relationship, won't he be moldy for eight lifetimes? So he stammered, but if Han Feng killed someone, it didn't matter if he died elsewhere, if he died in his own shop, what would he do in the future!

"Don't talk nonsense! Get out of the way. Han Feng pulled Xiucai: "Take me to the room to see!" ”

went upstairs, came to the corner of the room, the room was damp, and very shabby, the luggage was packed and thrown out, only an old wooden bed, there was a sick guy lying on the bed, presumably it was that Zihe Xiucai, Zihe was lying on the bed coughing constantly.

Han Feng said to everyone, "You guys wait at the door." After finishing speaking, he closed the door, blocked everyone out, walked into the room by himself, and took a mask made by himself from the hot pot restaurant.

I saw this Zihe, his face was pale, his eyes were bloodshot, his lips were pale because of long-term coughing, and there were a few cracks, and a pair of sad eyes looked at the ceiling blankly, and the whole person did not have a trace of blood, and he kept coughing, and he was about to pass.

"Tuberculosis!" Han Feng put one hand on Zihe's wrist and began to check the pulse, and immediately understood what the root cause of this disease was, that is, tuberculosis, no wonder it was useless to find famous doctors, this was a disease with the highest mortality rate in ancient times.

Hua Tuo's "Hua's Zhongzang Sutra" has a chapter on "The Theory of Passing on the Corpse", which believes that "the qi of death is infected and diseased, so it is said that the corpse is also transmitted."

Look at this Zihe again, chest tightness, chest pain, low-grade fever in the afternoon, night sweats, and general weakness are completely in line with the symptoms of tuberculosis, Han Feng also admires that Xiucai in his heart, living with this infectious disease patient, it is useless at all! This resistance, it seems that the new coronavirus can't help him!

Eight or nine are not far from ten, this guy is tuberculosis, in ancient times tuberculosis was a terminal disease, but in modern times, this disease is not a big disease, in terms of current medical terminology, that is tuberculosis, this disease is not big, it is not small, but there has been a way to crack it a long time ago.

Everyone waited anxiously outside the door, and after a long time, Han Feng pushed the door open, and Ziren asked as if he had met a savior: "Sir, is there a way to cure Zihe?" ”

Han Feng wiped his sweat, took off his mask, and breathed a sigh of relief, NND, this little broken house is really stuffy, presumably this poor show has no money, the store gave him the worst room, and the store owner was also a little worried, what he was thinking in his mind was, in case this person died in his own store, then he would ......

Han Feng smiled and said, "I probably know your friend's illness, I'll prescribe a prescription for you, you go and get medicine for your friend." ”

After that, I asked the store for paper, ink, pen and inkstone, and wrote down a prescription in one go - almonds, baibu, poria cocos, barley, angelica, schisandra, wolfberry, yellow essence, lily, white and, ginkgo seed, notoginseng, Chuanbei, clams, etc., that Xiucai took the prescription, probably seen, these herbs are relatively common, but the price is a little expensive, but since it can save Zihe's disease, even if there is no money, you have to find a way to borrow money.

"How is this taken?"

"Just let people boil and drink it!"

After Han Feng finished speaking, he picked his nose: "I have already helped him dissipate heat just now, and he has probably wiped his body, human life is at stake, you go and grab the medicine, you can't be sloppy." ”

That Xiucai was a little embarrassed at the moment, touched his pocket, and there was no silver, how could he catch the medicine? Zhuang Zhong is a careful person, he saw the difficulties of Xiucai, he originally wanted to help this Xiucai, he had no way to do other places, but the problem of money, that is not a problem for the famous Zhuang Gongzi.

took out ten taels of loose silver from his pocket, and said to Xiucai: "Go and get medicine for your friend, Brother Han is right, human life is at stake." ”

That Xiucai was already moved to tears at this moment, bowed to Han Feng, bowed to Zhuang Zhong, and saluted with tears: "Student Qin Xiang, Ziren, thank you two bengongs, if Zihe's illness is cured, the students will definitely come to visit the great grace of the engong!" ”

His eyes are already red, these days, it is difficult to sleep and eat, he has been thinking about his friend's illness, at this moment tears are about to burst out of his eyes, in order to save his classmates and friends, he doesn't know how many doctors he has found, how much money he has spent, at this moment this guy dressed as a family member said that he would cure the disease, and also opened the house, seeing that they don't look like bad people, he can only make this decision.

"Don't thank me!" Zhuang Zhong smiled, he is a famous boy in Hangzhou City, and helping is a gesture, and if he really puts that patient alive, the main credit is on his own Brother Han, so he pointed at Han Feng: "If you want to thank you, just shoe Brother Han." ”

That Xiucai didn't dare to delay, and after thanking the two of them again, he turned around and left to grab the medicine with the silver, he was also afraid of delaying it again, and the good engine oil and his condition worsened, and the gods couldn't save him, so it would be troublesome.

Han Feng wiped his hands, and then walked out of the inn with Zhuang Zhong, only then did he breathe a sigh of relief, but Zhuang Zhong looked worried, it was obvious that he was also worried about this Xiucai's illness, the scholar was already very sympathetic to the scholar, and he may also be a future candidate of the same subject, so he was somewhat worried.

What does Brother Han do, how can he do anything?

"Don't worry, he's not suffering from a serious illness, and within a week, he should be able to walk on the ground." Han Feng didn't tell him that this patient had tuberculosis, if he said so, Zhuang Zhong would definitely not believe it, tuberculosis can be cured, the answer is yes, but in the era of the Ming Dynasty, the answer is no, tuberculosis is a terminal illness at this time, and no one dares to pat his chest and say that tuberculosis can be cured.

But the little second brother dared, she patted her chest and said, "Guarantee that the medicine will cure the disease!" "I learned it when I was in school before, and I am very sure of the efficacy of the medicine, and I am sure that it will be less than a week, and this disease will be eradicated!