Wang Shao'an walked over and sat on the edge of the bed, where a young man lay on the bed, but because of the torture of illness, he looked as thin as wood and more than ten years older. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info his eyes rolled white, his body twitched from time to time, and he was already terminally ill.

Wang Shaoan grabbed his wrist, then closed his eyes and took his pulse. Then Wang Shaoan opened the man's eyelids and looked at it, then opened his mouth to take a look, and finally leaned down and put his ear to his chest to listen. Then he sat up and nodded as he looked.

"Wang Langzhong, my son, is he really gone, he is not saved." The old man asked in a hesitant manner, it is not easy to say this from the mouth of an old man, Wang Shaoan heard from these words that the old man has experienced too many hopes and disappointments.

Wang Shaoan stood up and replied: "No, no, no, Ling Gongzi's disease can still be treated, but if it is three or five days late, it means that the immortals will not be able to return to heaven when they come." ”

"Why did my son have such a bad stroke at such a young age?" Hearing that there was help, the old man stood up excitedly, grabbed Wang Shaoan's hand and asked.

"This boy has acute meningitis." Wang Shaoan said.

"What is meningitis?" Hearing this strange word, Lao Wang asked curiously.

"This, oh, Childe, it's a stroke, a stroke." Wang Shao'an only then thought that some professional words must not have been understood by the ancients, but in order to show off his medical skills, he made a speculation about the young man's physical condition and symptoms: "Did Ling Gongzi suffer a heavy blow to the head with a blunt object more than a month ago?" ”

The two old men first looked at each other, their eyes full of surprise, and then the old man Wang said, "Yes! He came back from outside for more than a month, and he came back with a patch on his head, and it looked like he was hit by something. ”

Wang Shaoan smiled slightly, and then said: "Then is this son normal at the beginning, and there is no big problem, but after a week, he began to sweat profusely, always feel dizzy, and have a high fever from time to time at night?" ”

"Yes, yes, yes!" At this time, the eyes of the three people in the room were focused on him, and the two old men were even more excited to shed tears.

"Then he started babbling, was delirious from time to time, often fell to the ground and convulsed, and then he was bedridden?"

"Yes, yes, you are a god!"

"Hehe, that's right, he has had an acute stroke, and after a heavy blow to his brain, the blood clot is swollen, resulting in blockage of cerebral blood vessels and meridians, and the blockage of qi and blood, which has caused this series of symptoms." Wang Shaoan shook his head and said, a little like a god.

"Wang Langzhong, no, Mr. Wang, you are really a god! Hurry up and help my son heal, save my son! Old man Wang said eagerly.

"The second elder doesn't need to worry, with me, keep the medicine until the illness is cured." Wang Shaoan nodded.

Wang Shaoan took out a set of silver needles from the box, sat down on the edge of the bed again, and kept piercing silver needles on his head. Soon the young man was tied into a hedgehog's head.

The three people next to him stared intently at this process. After three minutes, Wang Shaoan broke his mouth open, immediately took out a silver needle, and stabbed his tongue fiercely, and a stream of black blood spurted out.

"Yikes!" The old woman was too frightened to look away.

"The root of his illness is this bruising, all blocked in the head and blocked the meridians in the brain, and now I released him, as soon as the meridians are dredged, the danger to his life will naturally be lifted. Then you only need to take the medicine I prescribed, and within seven days, you will be able to recuperate, eat more vegetables and fruits, and not fry and fry things that are on fire, and you will definitely see you well. ”

Then Wang Shaoan slowly put the needle back, put it back into his wooden box, and then took out a brush and rice paper and began to write the prescription.

I haven't touched a brush for many years, and I'm a little unaccustomed to writing, but fortunately, the block letters of his brush are also neat, and I can understand it at a glance after handing it to the old man. He secretly thought in his heart, it seems that when he was a child, his grandfather taught him to write calligraphy correctly, and now it has come in handy, but writing calligraphy is too time-consuming, and he has to think of a way to improve it.

"This is a prescription, I have brought some medicines to treat the disease, but they are not complete, and the last two medicines are missing. The two of you go to the pharmacy to grab these two medicines, and one penny per serving is enough. Then decoction with my medicine, give it to him, four times a day for the first three days, once in the morning, noon, and at midnight, and three times in the morning, noon, and evening for the next four days. As he spoke, Wang Shaoan took out the traditional Chinese medicine for meningitis prepared in advance from the medicine box, and divided it into small portions and wrapped them in paper.

"Thank you, Mr. Wang! Thank you, Mr. Wang! The two old men bowed to Wang Shaoan at the same time.

"Why are the two old men like this! Torture me, torture me! Wang Shaoan hurriedly stretched out his hand to drag the old man Wang, he couldn't see the patient's family bow to him or something in his life.

"This little heart, Mr. Wang, please smile." The old man took out a bag of silver from his pocket as if he were juggling, at least fifty taels, and was about to stuff it into Wang Shaoan's hand.

"This is unacceptable, my new clinic opens, and the first three days are free of charge, even if you come to the door, there is no charge. It's only the first day today, and you gave me money, didn't you smash my signboard? Wang Shaoan pushed it back, resolutely not wanting silver, he did things according to principles, and he said one thing and no two.

"Hey, Mr. Wang, this can't be done, how many diseases that Lang Zhong can't cure, you have cured them. You have saved the child's life, and you must accept this money. "Old man Wang insisted on stuffing the money into Wang Shao'an's arms.

"This disease is a troublesome disease in modern times, let alone ancient times, how can it be cured casually." Wang Shaoxin thought in peace, but said in his mouth: "Uncle, if you really want to give a piece of silver, you dare to set up a porridge shed outside the city to relieve the displaced people who have escaped from the north, even if you give me silver!" Wang Shaoan pushed it back and walked out. This old man is too enthusiastic, if he stays a little longer, he will probably have to stay for a banquet to reward him.

Seeing Wang Shao'an leaving, Mo Niang's task was completed, and she followed.

"This ...... This Mr. Wang is such a good person! The old couple stood in front of the threshold, looked at the back of Wang Shao'an in the distance and said.

"Hehe, it seems that this old Wang really has two hits, and he will have a headache and brain fever in the future, just go next door and see, how convenient." Mo Niang thought to herself, however, remembering the way Wang Shao'an had just looked at what she was listening to on her chest, and then looked down at her towering peak, she couldn't help but blush.

"Lao Wang, what are you doing so fast, wait for me."

"By the way, Wang, you haven't told me your full name yet." Mo Niang asked after catching up.

"Wang Shao'an."