The money was not collected, and he shook his head and said, "Forget it, it is useless to say this at the moment......

Doctor Zhuang asked cautiously, "Doctor Qian, isn't the child caused by insect accumulation?" ”

Qian Bu glanced at him: "That's right, it was Guan Ge at first, whether it was caused by dry feces and insect clusters, or it was caused by the cold and evil condensation of qi and ruffians, it is not clear for the time being, but it is always caused by the blockage of the six intestines." The child vomits frequently after that, causing damage to semen and fluid consumption, and injuring yin and suppressing yang. Now the syndrome has changed, Guan Ge is not the main problem, now the main problem is the chest syndrome, qi stagnation and blood stasis, depression and heat, heat and poison are blazing, yin and yang injuries, and there are signs of syncope and detachment. ”

The child was originally caused by acute intestinal obstruction, and now it has been perforated to cause acute peritonitis, which is fatal. Helplessly, if the money is not collected, there will be no laparotomy, so naturally there is nothing to be done about it.

Although Dong Zhukuai didn't understand medicine, he naturally heard the danger of the child's condition in the last few words, and said urgently: "Doctor Qian, what can I do?" ”

"Let's take medicine first, if this prescription doesn't work, please forgive the old man for being incompetent, and he can't cure this child's disease."

Dong Zhukuai's wife suddenly burst into tears, Dong Zhukuai turned around and glared at her fiercely, and scolded in a low voice: "What are you crying about? This is the Royal Palace! It's not our kangtou! ”

His wife quickly held back her tears, but the choking sound even more bleak from her heartbreak.

After a while, the medicine boy brought the medicine, and the money was not collected and the child was personally dosed.

However, it did not work, and after a while, the child began to fall into a semi-comatose state, vomiting from time to time, and his mind was sometimes awake and sometimes unconscious. Qian Bushui hurriedly sat down to cut the pulse, for a moment, shook his head, and said: "The pulse is slight, Yuanyang is out of bounds, and his life is not long...... Alas! Carry it home and get ready for the future! ”

Dong Zhukuai's wife couldn't hold back any longer, and couldn't care about anything else, so she threw herself on the child and cried. Dong Zhukuai was stupid, looking at his son who had passed out and didn't know the pain, and two lines of muddy tears rolled down.

Seeing that the money was not accepted, Dr. Zhuang turned around to leave, suddenly remembered something, and hurriedly shouted: "Doctor Qian, please stay!" You just said that you can't save this child unless your master is here, right? ”

Dong Zhukuai also thought of this question, wiped his tears, and knelt down with a grunt: "Imperial Doctor Qian, tell me, who is the respected teacher?" Where is he? I went to beg him, smashed the pot and sold iron, and asked him to save my son! Dong Zhukuai's wife also knelt down and kowtowed desperately.

Qian Buhui sighed, and helped Dong Zhu up quickly, but his eyes were red, and after a while, he whispered: "Old teacher, it's Du Wenhao of Wuweitang in Dongda County!" ”

Doctor Zhuang and Doctor Xiao both sighed: "Du Wenhao? Could it be a young doctor who is good at Hua Tuo's laparotomy healing technique? ”

"Exactly."

Doctor Zhuang said: "I heard that this Doctor Du is good at Hua Tuo's magic skills, but it turns out that he is the mentor of Imperial Physician Qian, but according to legend, he is only in his early twenties, how can Imperial Physician Qian ......?"

Qian Bu said: "Ambition is not old, my master's medical skills are like gods, and I only understood at this moment." This time I came to the capital to treat the Nine Emperor Princes, all the prescriptions were exhausted, but there was no cure, and in a hurry, I remembered the master's advice before leaving, so that I encountered difficulties, and I should start from the yin and yang dialectic. According to Master's instructions, I re-examined the case with the differentiation of yin and yang, and finally thought that loess soup could be cured. After using the prescription, the medicine was really cured of the disease and cured the disease of the Nine Emperor Princes. My master is not only good at Hua Tuo's divine skills, but also has insight into opportunities, and is like a god. ”

Doctor Zhuang hurriedly asked, "How does Doctor Qian know that the Venerable Master can cure this evidence?" ”

"Before the old man came, Master Jingci, the host of Baiyun Nunnery in Fucheng, also suffered from this certificate, and my master used Hua Tuo's laparotomy to heal injuries and save Master Jingci's life. This child's illness is exactly the same as that of Jingci! In the world, there is only one person who can cure this disease, and my master is alone! ”

Dong Zhu was already desperate to the extreme, but suddenly heard that Imperial Physician Qian also had a divine physician father who could save his son, his heart was ecstatic, and he asked urgently: "Imperial Physician Qian, where is the respected teacher?" I immediately took my son and begged him to be healed! ”

If he didn't accept the money, he sighed again, and tears finally burst out of his eyes, and he choked up: "The teacher is ......, he has passed away......

"Huh?" Several people were stunned.

Doctor Zhuang said: "How can the Venerable Master be so young, how can he ......? ”

"Lao Yu just received a letter from the bad criminals, saying that ......, saying that there was a plague in the county, and the teacher designed a kind of equipment to prevent the plague, due to the limited quantity, many people could not buy this equipment, so there were rioters who wanted to take it by force, gathered many people, attacked the teacher's pharmacy at night, and ...... Killed, and set fire to the pharmacy...... Alas! ”

Dong Zhukuai and his wife were stunned for a while, from great sorrow to great joy, and then fell into great sorrow, the pain of life is nothing more than this.

Dr. Zhuang sighed: "Alas! Died young, it's a pity! ”

Doctor Xiao said: "Imperial Doctor Qian, did the respected master teach you this magic skill?" Even if you can be half clawed, there is a hope, please save this child! ”

Qian Bushui wiped his tears and said with a wry smile: "Why don't I want to save this child?" But Hua Tuo's divine skill, how can it be used by mortals? I have not been taught this skill by my mentor for a short time, and although I have witnessed my master perform it, I am still at a loss when I think about it. Alas! Please forgive me for being old and incompetent! ”

Sighing, the money was not collected, and he shook his head behind his back and left.

Dong Zhukuai and his wife had to cry and carry their son, and the group of people got out of the hospital and got into the donkey cart, and slowly walked back. When they arrived at Huiren Hall, Dr. Zhuang and Dr. Xiao got out of the car and left.

Dong Zhukuai's wife tightly held her unconscious son in her arms, crying in a low voice, Dong Zhukuai sighed and shook his head. The donkey cart moved forward slowly.

After the heavy snowfall, the road was quite muddy, potholes and some bumps, the child suddenly woke up, opened his eyes, the pain made his brows lock together, but he smiled at his mother: "Mother! You...... Don't cry, I don't hurt ......"

The woman hugged the child tightly, trying to say something, but she couldn't cry.

At this moment, the donkey cart suddenly stopped, the curtain was lifted, and a man in black flashed into the carport, this person was masked with a black scarf, and it was very dark in the carport.

The man gently picked up the child and whispered, "I will find someone to save your son, and in five days, no matter whether you live or die, you will return the child!" - Remember, don't tell anyone! ”

Immediately, the man got out of the car with the child in his arms and quickly disappeared.

After a while, Dong Zhuhai and his wife's bodies could move, and they were horrified, jumped out of the car and looked around, where was the shadow of that person.

The woman grabbed her husband's hand and cried, "Husband, Dongdong has been snatched away, what should I do?" Hurry up and report to the police, right? ”

"Report a fart, isn't Lao Tzu just an official person?"

"He ......, could he be a human tooth? What should I do if we take Dongdong and sell it? Woowoo woo ......"

"Fart, will human teeth steal a dying child?" Dong Zhu quickly recalled it carefully, and said in a low voice: "Listening to her voice is a woman, there should be no malice, otherwise with his skills, it will be easy to kill the three of us." This person said that Hudong Dongdong was looking for someone to treat him, maybe it was true. ”

"Can she really find someone to save us Dongdong?" Hope burned in the woman's heart.

"I hope the Bodhisattva blesses her and she is telling the truth!"

The woman folded her hands and looked into the night sky and prayed.

…………

Five days later.

The next day was the thirtieth year of the Chinese New Year's Eve, and Dong Hunting Kuai's family was still cold and deserted, and there was no sign of the New Year. There were no spring couplets, no dust, no dumplings, and not even hot kang.

This is the agreed time for the woman who took the son to return him. The two doors of the room, one hidden from the wind and cold, and the other open. From time to time, the messy snowflakes floating outside flew into the house, and the two of them sat on the cold kang and looked anxiously at the door. They sat like this from early in the morning until evening, waiting for the sound of footsteps, but they were afraid of the footsteps, for fear that the woman had brought the body of the child. At that time, all hope will be lost.

When it was dark, the woman lit the oil lamp, and the dim light filled the room, and the bean-sized lamps swayed in the cold wind that swept in outside the door, and the figures of the two kept shaking on the wall.

Finally, the sound of footsteps sounded in the yard, softly, stepping on the thick snow of the yard creaked.

The woman ran to the door, slammed open another door, and sure enough, she saw the woman in black standing at the door, still wearing a black scarf on her face, covering most of her face, and a black scarf on her head, revealing only a pair of sparkling eyes, holding a child in her arms, and her body wrapped in a thick cotton coat.

The child remained motionless, not knowing whether he was dead or alive. The woman only felt that the world was about to soften, and suddenly she heard the child cry softly: "Mother......! ”

"Son? My son! When the woman heard her son's voice, her heart burst with joy. Staggered a few steps over, hugged the child, and gently took it, through the reflection of the snow, you can see a white and weak little face under the thick cotton clothes, big black eyes are looking at themselves, lips moved slightly, and called again: "Mother......!" ”

The woman's tears welled up in her eyes, and she hugged her son tightly, and knelt in the snow with a grunt, crying and crying, "My son, ......! What a son! Thank you to the Living Bodhisattva! Thank you! Woo woo woo......,—— his father, Dongdong is still alive, Dongdong is back! ”

Dong Zhukuai was actually already standing behind her, unable to suppress tears of joy, his knees weakened, and he fell to his knees.

The man in black stretched out his hand to help the woman up: "Don't thank me, someone else saved your son, I just ran errands." ”

Dong Zhuai also stood up and said to the woman: "Let me see Dongdong!" ”

Dong Zhu quickly took his son and hugged him tightly, and before he could speak, the child first cried out in pain: "Ouch! Pain! ”

"Huh? Where does it hurt? "Dong Zhu was about to be frightened.

"Your hand strangled my stomach!" The child said with a bitter face.

"Haha!" Dong Zhu was so happy that he quickly relaxed his hand and apologized to the child repeatedly: "I'm sorry, good son!" How do you feel? ”

"My stomach doesn't hurt anymore. The wound is still a little painful. ”

"Wounds?"

The man in black at the door smiled: "Yes, the doctor gave the child a caesarean section to heal, and the child has a wound on his stomach that has not healed well, so be careful." ”