When he came out of the Kou family flower building full of warblers and swallow dances, Shi Yiwen, who had already accepted the reality, really faced the reality.

It's true...... crossed.

Looking at the bustling crowd on the street, despite the men and women dressed in Hanfu, there are occasional joyful laughter wafting out of the building between the houses facing the street, and occasionally you can see a little hangover man, who gets into the car with the support of the servant, the humble kind words of the turtle man of the flower building, the acquaintance of the upstairs is good, and the soft voice sends the "lover".

All of them are intertwined to make the breath of the 16th century Qinglou come to the face.

It's not acting.

Edwin found himself surprisingly calm. Whether it was before, or now, even in a moment, the reality has been accepted!

If you come here, you will be safe!

"Brother Shi, you get in the car first!"

The sound of words in his ear interrupted his thoughts.

It's a car, not a sedan chair.

The cart is a bit like a cart of later generations, but it is a wheelbarrow, where the person sits in the seat of the cart and the driver pushes the cart in the back. This unicycle is quite fresh. （1）

This car is the "BMW" of the 16th century.

It's just that this "BMW" has only one wheel, and it has to rely on manpower.

"Yo, there's even a four-wheeled BMW" (1). ”

Suddenly, a flatbed cart pulled by someone on the street startled Shi Yiwen, and on the four-wheeled cart that was dragged by a rope, a middle-aged man sat cross-legged, looking at the appearance of a calm and virtuous person.

This height, this posture, if the person pulling the cart farts...... It's not just "sneering" on the face.

That beautiful scene, Shi Yiwen didn't dare to think about it.

Sitting in the car, Shi Yiwen looked at this Nanjing in the Ming Dynasty, the city was very lively, and there were antique buildings on both sides, but even if he was very curious in his heart, he still tried to withdraw his curiosity, so as not to let Liu Jinjiang find something unusual.

Finally, he turned his attention to the coachman, who was still wearing a thin skit, though it was still a little cold, but even so, after a few miles of running, the cotton stub on his body was still soaked with sweat.

This coachman is really hard, in fact, whether it is the lower class people of that era, it is not easy, but this era is more extreme.

Whether it is the driver of the cart or the driver of the cart, they are the lowest class of the people of this era. Looking at their sweaty appearance, Shi Yiwen secretly thought to himself that it is indeed not easy to make a living in this era.

It seems that I have to think of a good way.

With his right hand patting the medicine box, it seems that he can only rely on his old business to eat!

"Brother Shi, look, after crossing this road, turn east and you will come to my house......"

Sitting on another wheelbarrow next to him, Liu Jinjiang was about to introduce Shi Yiwen to how to get to the house, but the road in front was blocked, and the road was full of people.

Although there were many passers-by, standing in the car, he still saw a young man in Chinese clothes kneeling there in front of a shop on the side of the road, and constantly kowtowing.

What's going on?

"Imperial Physician Li, Imperial Physician Li, you are old and compassionate, just go home with me, as long as you are willing to save Neiko's life, I am willing to give you a thousand taels of medical instruments!"

Not only did the young man kneel on the ground, but there were also several people kneeling beside him, and they also pleaded bitterly.

"Ask Doctor Li to save our young grandmother."

While crying and begging, they kowtowed so loudly that even their foreheads were broken. The scene in front of him made Shi Yiwen's heart sink, although he was only an unlicensed traveling doctor, he was no stranger to this scene.

When they knelt on the ground and kowtowed to beg for help, an elderly man with a white beard said in front of the medicine shop.

"Song Gongzi, please go back, it's not that the little old man doesn't want to save people, it's really love that can't help, since ancient times, women giving birth to children are all things that are stable mothers, what the little old man can do is just the pulse and the prescription, son, please go back,......"

The white-bearded old man with an apologetic face said to the surroundings again.

"Fathers and elders, as the saying goes, "The son is born and the mother is dead, and the Lord of Yama is in the partition paper", this woman gives birth, it is not the help of the doctor, it is not the little old man who is unwilling, it is really love that can not help, love can not help......"

The white-bearded old man's defense made the onlookers all shake their heads and sigh, and they all comforted Song Gongzi who was kneeling in the street.

"Song Gongzi, go back, maybe I can see your lady again......"

"Yes, yes, you are also sick and rushed to the doctor, this woman gave birth, so there is a reason to come to find a doctor?"

"That's not the case, let's go home."

The comfort of everyone's words made Song Qiyu even more desperate, and when he was helped up by the servants, his legs and feet were weak, and he was so frightened that he almost didn't stand up.

"Is this fate......

The young man looked up and cried desolation, which made Shi Yiwen's mood become depressed, looking at his lonely back, he was sitting in the car frowned, hesitated for a moment, then jumped out of the car and walked briskly towards the man.

"Brother Shi, you ......"

Xu Jinjiang looked at Shi Yiwen in surprise, what did he want to do?

"This childe,"

Walking quickly to the carriage, Shi Yiwen said.

"Maybe, I can help?"

"You?"

Song Qiyu, whose eyes were red, looked at this person who came out of nowhere in surprise, this person was surprisingly young, and he looked two years younger than himself.

"You are?"

"I'm a doctor (2)!"

Yes, I'm a doctor!

Even Jianghu Langzhong has the self-knowledge of being a doctor. So, he didn't want to sit on the sidelines.

Taking a deep breath, Shi Yiwen said.

"I might be able to save your lady!"

"But, but just now, Imperial Doctor Li didn't say that this woman gave birth, and it was really beyond the doctor's help, you ......"

Song Qiyu's rhetorical question made Shi Yiwen frown and asked rhetorically.

"Do you still want to save your wife? Just because he can't does that doesn't mean others can't! ”

Facing the other party's skeptical eyes, his tone was firm.

"Sir, please get in the car,"

Although Song Qiyu, who was in a hurry to go to the doctor, was a little suspicious, he would still distinguish at this time.

He has always been calm, since last night, until now has been tortured, in the face of the mother's unsatisfactory childbirth, in the face of Wen Po's words "adults and children may not be able to protect", he rushed to the doctor, he deliberately ran to the "Tzu Chi Hall", the chief doctor of this hospital was the imperial doctor of the DPRK and China. But the sentence "A woman gives birth, but it is beyond the help of a doctor" made him fall into despair.

Sitting in the carriage, Song Qiyu looked at this person very anxiously, and then he noticed that he was a monk and was wearing strange clothes.

"Sir, really, really can you save my mother?"

"The doctor is benevolent, and he can't see death without help!"

Subsequently, Shi Yiwen carefully inquired about the patient's condition, and the more he listened, the tighter his brows became, and in the end, he frowned, and there was only one thought left in his heart.

"Do you have to have surgery?"

(1) Qiu Ying's "Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival" depicts such a unicycle and a four-wheeled vehicle, and the four-wheeled bicycle pulled by a person is low and narrow, a bit like a children's toy.

(2) Although doctors were called "doctors" or "Langzhong" in ancient China, the word "doctor" also appeared, and there were such verses in the second poem of Fan Chengda's "Shushi": "Although there is no rut outside the door, the doctor is still here." There is also the fifth chapter of "The Outer History of Confucianism": "Since then, Wang's illness has gradually become serious. Four or five doctors take medicine every day, all of which are ginseng and aconite, but they are not effective. ”.