After leaving Nanjing, the boiling river went all the way east, crossed the Zhenjiang River, entered the canal through Yangzhou, and then went all the way to the north, but the boat arrived at Qingjiangpu, that is, Huai'an. Because the whole flow of the Yellow River can not be opened and closed after the Huaihuai, the Yellow River water invades the Qingjiangpu River channel, resulting in "the autumn water slips, the boat goes to the gate, it is difficult to climb to the sky, each boat uses a slender man to three or four hundred people, still can not pass, and the cable is broken and the boat is sunk if it is urgent."

Therefore, for the sake of safety, every time the official or civilian boat arrives here, the goods will be unloaded first, and the empty ship will pass through the lock, and the passengers on the ship will also need to get off the ship, but this also allows Shi Yiwen and his party, who have been tired all the way, to rest overnight in the "Qingkouyi" post station on the shore of Qingjiangpu.

Although Qingjiangpu is an important north-south transportation town, the so-called Qingkouyi has never been in line with the identity of the "canal city" here. The so-called post station is only six wings for past officials to live in, and as for the three Huanghua halls, they are places where people don't live.

"Only six rooms?"

finally arrived at the post station, and heard that there were only six rooms, which made Shi Yiwen embarrassed.

"Hui Gongzi's words, it is said that there are six, but in fact, the other five are occupied, and now there is only one room, and there are twelve people in your line, otherwise the weather is not cold now, you might as well ...... one night in the stable."

Although Yi Cheng had a flattering intention on his face, he actually didn't take this "envoy" seriously at all. After seeing too many past officials, I naturally look down on their small roles.

"Childe, yes, I want to sleep in the stable......"

Kou Yun and the others obviously didn't expect that they would go to the sleeping stable, although they said that they were out and would be the general of Yahuan, but they never thought that it would be such a general.

"Childe, or ......"

Just when Wu Cai wanted to say that he was going to the inn in Qingjiangpu, there was a coughing sound over there, and he only heard someone in the house say.

"Wu Zi, go and talk to Sun Yicheng, let, give them our room, how can you ...... Cough...... Let them deal with them in the stable, too. ”

The bellows-like voice accompanied by a coughing sound reached Shi Yiwen's ears, and then I saw a man in his thirties come out and say to Yicheng.

"Sun Yicheng, my lord instructed the younger one to give up a room to this son."

"Childe, you see?"

"Let's stay here."

Chong Wu Cai nodded, and Shi Yiwen commanded.

"Wu Cai, Dezi, let's sleep in one room, Xiao Lian, Xiao Yun, you squeeze first at night."

As he spoke, Shi Yiwen entered the floor, and saw that there was only one old man sitting in this room, the old man had white hair, a thin figure, and a gray cloth shirt on his body made him look even thinner, and when he entered the room, he was eating rice porridge with his head down.

A bowl of millet porridge and two plates of pickles are just the lowest coarse food.

Is this the kind of food you eat at the inn?

Doesn't it mean that the post house provides food and accommodation according to status?

"Thank you, old man."

Receiving favors, of course, to express gratitude, Shi Yiwen bowed to the old man.

"Cough, cough, Childe is polite......"

When the old man spoke, he coughed violently again, and seeing that he was coughing as if he was about to cough out his lungs, Shi Yiwen's brows were slightly locked, and he asked.

"But the old gentleman suffers from the cold?"

"Cough, cough, people, people are old, cough, it's useless, this, this cough can't be stopped, let's see ...... childe smile"

Seeing the old man's coughing and wheezing, Shi Yiwen took the initiative to walk over and say.

"Old man, I also know a little bit about medical skills, if you can trust me, can I show you?"

Without waiting for the old man to reply, the man next to him wanted to stop him.

"Master, this is still a ...... when you're away from home."

Kou Mei, who had just entered the house, was young, and he had a lot less scruples, and he would be willing to hear people say so.

"Hmph, others begged our young master to treat the disease, but my young master still didn't give treatment, you don't ......"

"Mei'er, don't talk nonsense."

His brows were slightly locked, and Shi Yiwen immediately stopped.

"The discipline is not strict, which makes you smile."

"The little girl is just a childish and innocent...... Messy, cough, cough, what's the deal? ”

The old man raised his eyes and glanced at Shi Yiwen.

"Dare to ask Xiaoyou...... Friends with a high surname? ”

Shi Yiwen hurriedly replied.

"Under Shi Yiwen."

"Shi Yiwen?"

The old man frowned slightly, as if he remembered something, and then asked.

"But the tribute envoy from the old port?"

Do you know this? In surprise, Shi Yiwen nodded in response.

"Exactly."

"Since you are a tribute envoy, why do you need to enter Beijing alone? Didn't the Ministry of Rites send someone to follow? ”

As soon as the old man's words fell, he coughed again, and listening to his coughing sound, Shi Yiwen stepped forward and said.

"Sir, if I'm not mistaken, what you should have should be senile asthma, I'm afraid this disease can't be eradicated."

After coughing for a while, the old man gasped and said.

"Then bother the little friend to show the little old man, except for it, it doesn't matter if you don't get rid of the roots, it's just that as long as you don't breathe like this, it's done."

In the old man's doubts, Shi Yiwen listened to his breathing with a stethoscope, and the results also proved his judgment.

"My husband has been coughing for so long, and there is inflammation in the lungs and trachea, if the inflammation is not removed......"

It shouldn't last long, and it's as simple as putting aside a disease in ancient times.

"I'm afraid it's only going to get worse."

"Then there are tired friends."

The inflammation of the bronchi and lungs is definitely not possible only by taking medicine, and it is generally administered intravenously, but considering that the bacteria in this era are not resistant, Shi Yiwen switched to a syringe bolus, and when he deliberately walked around, he took out a glass syringe and an antibiotic under cover to prepare for the medication time.

Not to mention the old man, even Wu Cai and the others were dumbfounded, in the past, they only knew that Shi Yiwen was proficient in medical skills, but they had almost never seen him treat diseases, let alone this unbelievable method.

"Old man, my method of curing the disease is different from the ordinary method."

The old man looked at the syringe in Shi Yiwen's hand in surprise, and said curiously.

"That's right, the little old man can also open his eyes."

"Then sir, look at it."

Shi Yiwen smiled,

Tie your arm tightly with a strip of leather, tap the vein twice in succession, and then stick the needle into the vein with one needle. When he saw the blood pouring out of the tube, he did not wait for him to speak, and the blood retreated.

"This ......"

Seeing Shi Yiwen's fingers gently pushing the syringe, the old man's eyes widened in surprise.

"This, so that the medicine is directly delivered to the body? Childe, this medicine looks transparent and colorless, very different from ordinary medicine, I don't know what kind of medicine is decoction? ”

In the face of the old man's curious inquiry, Shi Yiwen just smiled and said nothing. After pushing a tube of medicine, Shi Yiwen got up and said to the old man.

"Sir, with your condition, it should be relieved in two to three days."

Surprised by Shi Yiwen's incredible treatment methods, the old man asked again.

"Is it that in two to three days, I'm almost cured?"