The middle-aged man asked, "Can it work?" ”

Wu Cong patted his chest: "Of course it's okay, it works!" ”

"How much?"

"Not much, Shiwen! Wrap it up! ”

"Okay, come on!"

The middle-aged man tilted his head and walked to the stool next to Du Wenhao's table and sat down. Wu Cong said to Yingzi: "I'll come out and pinch this master's neck, no problem, right?" ”

"Absolutely." Yingzi smiled and whispered, "But can you do it?" ”

"Hey! Haven't eaten pork and never seen a pig run? No problem! ”

The middle-aged man faintly heard them talking, and turned around with his neck and body: "Huh? Can you do it? ”

"Of course it's no problem, you always put a hundred hearts!" Wu Cong walked over, stood behind the middle-aged man, and glanced at Du Wenhao with some pride, as if to say what, your doctor has not opened yet, but my medicine picker has opened first, seeing that Du Wenhao ignored him, a little bored, he began to knead the neck and shoulders of the middle-aged man. While kneading, he asked, "Guest officer, it seems that you are a scholar, right?" ”

"Yes, I'm a scribe at the Yamen. Ouch...... It hurts! Tap! ”

Wu Cong's subordinates hurriedly relaxed a little and said, "It turned out to be the uncle of the yamen, alas! You scribes, all day long, bow your head and copy and write, this neck is the most prone to problems. ”

"But it's not, yesterday morning, I was transcribing the pleadings and judgments, I felt uncomfortable, chills and fever, I was too busy and didn't care, I didn't expect my neck to twist at once, and it hurt so much that I couldn't do it, so I asked for leave to go to Jishitang, they only prescribed medicine, but didn't knead it for me, maybe there were too many people. This pinch should still be useful. ”

"Of course! This neck cramp, it's better to use any medicine than kneading and massage, apply it directly to the affected area, and it will be fine for a while! ”

Wu Cong was right, sure enough, after kneading for a while, the middle-aged man's neck was no longer crooked, his mouth was not slanted, he moved his chin, stood up happily and said, "Hey! It's really smart, I knew that your massage kneading was so effective, and yesterday I went to Jishitang to spend that unjust money for what to do? Oh, that's good! He took out the money bag from his arms, counted ten copper coins and handed it to Wu Cong.

Wu Cong was very proud, glanced at Du Wenhao, and saw that he smiled faintly and looked at them without saying anything, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Stupidly got out of the counter, ran over and said, "You are really amazing, I see, the shopkeeper is still looking for some famous doctor to sit in the hall, won't it be over if you are invited to sit in the hall directly?" ”

Yingzi also smiled and gave him a thumbs up.

Wu Cong was even more proud, and he was so happy that he couldn't close his mouth. He hunched down and sent the middle-aged man to the door.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the middle-aged man stepped out of the threshold, he suddenly screamed, raised his hand to cover his face, and the medicine bag in his hand fell to the place.

Wu Cong hurriedly raised his eyes and was suddenly startled, it turned out that the middle-aged man's neck was crooked again, but just now it was crooked to the left, but now it is crooked to the right, his mouth is also tilted, his eyes are turned up, and he can't stop screaming.

Wu Cong hurriedly helped him back, sat down on the stool, and began to knead his right side again.

After a while, the middle-aged man's neck stopped pumping and returned to normal. This time he didn't dare to be happy, and moved his cheeks carefully and carefully, feeling that it was okay, before he slowly stood up and wanted to leave again.

Suddenly, his neck twitched again, his whole head tilted to the left again, and his mouth was crooked, and he screamed in pain.

Wu Cong hurriedly helped him knead the left side again, and after a while, it was okay again, this time the middle-aged man didn't dare to stand up, and sat with his face covered. Let's see if it's crooked back.

Sure enough, in a moment, the neck was magically tilted to the right.

At this moment, Wu Cong, Silly Fat and Yingzi were both dumbfounded, looking at the middle-aged man.

Wu Cong was sweating coldly on his forehead, and he couldn't figure out why he pinched this side, tilted that side, pinched that side, and crooked back this side. It's really weird, I had to keep pinching this side and kneading that, and I kept tossing for a long time, so tired that he was sweating profusely and panting like a cow. And the middle-aged man's neck kept crooking around, which was even more miserable.

Wu Cong looked at Du Wenhao with help, and said with a smile: "Doctor Du, look at this ......"

"No more?" Du Wenhao asked with a smile.

"Hehe, or you take a look...... hehe, hehe, you take a look......"

Du Wenhao said to the middle-aged man: "I'll give you a pulse." ”

The middle-aged man had difficulty nodding, so he could only snort in his nostrils in agreement, rolled up his sleeves and put his wrists on the cushion on the table.

Du Wenhao stretched out three fingers on the middle-aged man's wrist, concentrating on the pulse, and after a while, he changed his hand again. He looked at his tongue again, asked about the incident, briefly asked him what he had done in the yamen, and said, "I can cure your crooked neck, and if it goes well, it will recover in half an hour, and it will never be crooked again." ”

"Really?"

"Of course it's true."

"Also, please treat the doctor!"

"Show me your prescription."

The middle-aged man handed the prescription to Du Wenhao. Du Wenhao glanced at it, smiled, and shook his head: "This side is not good, although you are afraid of cold and heat, it seems that there is a manifestation, but your tongue is light but not red, your nose is runny, and there is no heat image, so it is not a heat certificate." If you take the medicine according to the heat syndrome, the bezoar and rhino horn will only aggravate your condition, and your neck will be pumped more severely. ”

The middle-aged man was taken aback: "Won't it?" This is what Yan Miao, the big apprentice of Jishitang who doesn't charge money, can see. ”

"If you believe in Jishitang, then take the medicine back and fry it yourself, if it can cure your crooked neck, you can come and smack me. If you take this medicine and smoke harder, don't blame me for not reminding you. ”

The middle-aged man tilted his neck and twitched, and said, "I don't like you for what you said, in fact, yesterday...... I went to Jishitang to see it, I took Jishitang's medicine for a day yesterday, and it was indeed more powerful, but can you really cure it with this medicine? ”

"Wrap it up!" Du Wenhao is confident.

The middle-aged man was skeptical, and he hesitated a little when he took the list: "Can you really cure me in half an hour?" You used to be a great doctor, but you have killed people! ”

"He's him, I'm me." Du Wenhao said lightly, "Your disease is treated here, limited to half an hour, if you still smoke after half an hour, you can smack me!" ”

When the middle-aged man heard him say this, his neck throbbed so badly that he couldn't see anyone crookedly, gritted his teeth, and said, "That's good!" You're cured! He sat back on his stool.

"It's okay to treat you, but you can't cure this disease with this medicine, if I help you cure it, this consultation fee can be doubled!"

"Double? How much? ”

"It's not much, to see a doctor, five cents each time, double is ten cents."

"Shiwen? It's too cheap, you have to heal my neck, I'll give you a hundred wen! ”

"Okay!" Du Wenhao lifted the brush, wrote a pair of prescriptions crookedly, and handed it to Wu Cong: "Take the medicine according to the prescription, just decoction here, and get it in one go!" ”

Wu Cong took the prescription and glanced at it: "Guizhi Gegen Soup? This medicine is also ......"

"It's too common, isn't it? Hehe, the treatment of the disease, just the right evidence, you don't necessarily have to use some strange drugs to be smart. The real miracle doctors are good at turning decay into magic. Ordinary medicine cures unusual diseases, and this is called a miracle doctor. ”

The maid Yingzi grinned and said, "So, Doctor Du, you are a miracle doctor?" ”

"Don't dare to be, I'm still far behind, it's just that I know how to treat his disease."

Wu Cong was skeptical, but since Du Wenhao took over, it was equivalent to wiping his ass for him. Quickly took the prescription and ran back to the back of the medicine cabinet to start picking up the medicine.

The pharmacy has a full set of equipment for boiling medicine, and the maid Yingzi is responsible for decocting the medicine. Du Wenhao continued to cross-legged Erlang's legs and looked at the pedestrians coming and going outside the door and the lively bargaining of roadside stalls, with a leisurely and complacent look.

After a while, the fragrance of medicine wafted from the back room, the medicine had been decocted, and it was brought out and handed to the middle-aged man, who glanced at Du Wenhao with the medicine. Du Wenhao smiled and made a movement of leaning his neck and drinking dry. The middle-aged man nodded, took a sip of the bowl, and drank it all.

After waiting for another cup of tea, the middle-aged man suddenly shouted: "Hot! It's hot! It's so hot on my back! ”

Wu Cong and the other three all looked at Du Wenhao nervously. Du Wenhao smiled slightly: "It's normal, don't be nervous." ”

Then, the middle-aged man began to sweat, sweating profusely, the front and back of the robe were wet, and the three of them were even more nervous, looking at Du Wenhao. Du Wenhao still smiled and said nothing.

After another stick of incense, the middle-aged man suddenly screamed, stood up suddenly, and the three of them trembled in fright, Wu Cong hurriedly asked, "What's wrong?" ”

"My neck!"

"Huh? What's wrong with the neck? ”

"My neck is no longer pumping! It's not hot anymore! The middle-aged man screamed, jumped up, turned around, and suddenly groaned again, clutching his neck and screaming in pain.

Yingzi was originally applauding happily, but was startled when she saw this scene, and asked in surprise, "What's wrong?" Smoked again? ”

"Nope! Didn't pump, just a neck ache. The middle-aged man moved his neck and screamed again.

Du Wenhao frowned and said, "No, let me see." ”

The middle-aged man sat down, ripped off the collar of his neck, Du Wenhao glanced at it, laughed, beckoned Wu Cong to come over, pointed to the scarlet subcutaneous bruise area on the middle-aged man's neck, and said in a low voice: "Look at your masterpiece!" ”

It turned out that this piece was the place where Wu Cong had just massaged and kneaded, Wu Cong had not learned massage massage, but he had watched the doctor perform it before, thinking it was very simple, and he wanted to show his hand, but the technique was not good, the strength was too great, and this piece of skin was pulled into subcutaneous bleeding. After the neck cramp is healed, the subcutaneous bruise naturally hurts.