The Northern Virginia Legion station, where Stonewall Jackson was on sick medical tent, had built a new wooden Chinese building.

It is said that it is Chinese-style, but in fact, it is just a Chinese-style architecture imagined by Americans, or an Americanized Chinese-style architecture, just like the inexplicable and strange taste of Zuo Zongtang chicken, which is far from Chinese orthodoxy.

But even so, in the eyes of the dignitaries who came to seek medical treatment, this is still an antique Chinese medical hall.

A plaque hangs above the medical hall, with three big characters written crookedly in Chinese - Qing Bofu.

Qing represents that the owner of this medical hall is from the Qing Dynasty.

Bo is the name of the owner of the medical center.

This is the text that Potter had to copy after he had smashed the book.

At this time, the waiter at the gate of Qingbo Mansion had already changed into a long shirt and horse coat, and wore a small melon skin hat on his head, and a whip was attached to the back of the hat with pig bristles, hanging down at the back of his head.

In fact, Dr. Potter, who had mixed in Bao Zhi Tang, knew very well that the doctors of Daming did not wear braids at all and did not wear horse coats.

But Americans who can't stand this era recognize this image of Chinese.

Moreover, the virtual identity that Potter gave himself was the imperial physician of the Qing court, so he naturally had to pay close attention to the clothes of the Qing Dynasty.

But sometimes aesthetics, or fashion, are just that weird, and this melon skin hat has recently become popular in Richmond.

Richmond, a southern city on the east coast, had not even a single Chinese in 1863.

The impression of the Chinese by the locals, including the top of the southern government, is all from British and French records.

They didn't have a good impression of the decaying Qing Dynasty at all, and even thought it was a barbaric and backward world.

But this concept, with the birth of Dr. Porter, has been reversed 180 degrees.

Dr. Porter's miracle cure not only brought the national hero Brigadier Stonewall Jackson back to life, but also won the praise and admiration of Davis, President of the Confederate government.

In fact, regarding the treatment of Davis, Porter is very refusal.

The small blue pills he carried with him were originally only thirty boxes, each box only had ten pills, and when it was full, it was only enough for himself for three years.

Now that there is one more Mr. President to dispense the medicine, Dr. Porter's sexual well-being life can only be greatly reduced.

Regardless, with the personal endorsement of the military top brass and the president, Dr. Porter, a curious man with a mystical knowledge of Oriental medicine, instantly rose to fame in Richmond's high society.

So when Stonewall Jackson dragged Robert Lee to Qingbo Mansion, he had to wait on the bench outside.

I don't know how long later, when Robert Lee felt that his eyelids couldn't be opened, two blonde and blue-eyed medicine boys wearing little zombie suits walked out with three pillars of fragrance in their hands.

They put incense on the incense burner, bowed to Robert Lee with folded hands, and said, "Gentlemen, teacher, please come in." ”

When Robert Lee was still at a loss, Jackson beside him had skillfully replied.

Robert Lee hurriedly followed suit.

The two walked into the meditation room with the medicine boy.

I saw a painting hanging on the wall, which was a modern industrial remnant stolen by Potter from Bao Chi Tang that day.

There is an old man on the picture scroll, with fairy wind bones, crane hair and childish face, and he looks like a wise man who is alive and well.

Underneath the scroll, Dr. Potter sits on a futon in a long robe and waistcoat, with dust on his chest and a boy beside him, fluttering and sandalwood.

Rao is a well-informed Robert Lee, and he can't help but tremble a little at this time.

It was at this moment that he saw a familiar figure in his spare eye.

It was Mr. Fernandez, the Speaker of the Virginia House of Representatives and one of his most important financiers.

He was turning his back to Robert Lee and his party, facing Dr. Potter, and bent backwards to go out.

While going out, Mr. Speaker also made a gesture, like pounding garlic, and said, "Thank you, master, thank you so much, master!" ”

Seeing this scene, where did Robert Lee dare to hold up the shelf of the commander-in-chief of the coalition forces, he also tiptoed down, sat down carefully, and sat upright in the most polite way he had ever learned in his life.

There was even a moment when Robert Lee felt a little ashamed of being a Southerner for the first time in his life, after all, rudeness was almost synonymous with Southerners, and no matter how much he paid attention to his image, he still could not compare with the English gentlemen.

Fortunately, Master Potter is clearly a man with a big heart.

He spread his drooping eyelids halfway, his face was sad or joyless, and said, "Thomas, how do your lungs feel?" ”

Stonewall Jackson hurriedly said, "Master, I feel that I have made progress compared to last week, and I rode a horse for three miles yesterday without feeling any discomfort. ”

As he spoke, Jackson knelt down and stepped forward, skillfully showing his left wrist.

Potter gently put two fingers on his wrists, stroked his beard and said, "Yes, keep your mood comfortable, poop twice a day, practice the Wave Style Mixed Yuan Tai Chi Exercises, and your body will get better and better!" ”

"Another ......"

Potter lowered Jackson's wrist and spread his palms out.

Jackson quickly took his wallet out of his pocket and stuffed a stack of pounds into Master Potter's hand.

Master Potter's eyelids opened a slit again, and then nodded in satisfaction.

After collecting the banknotes, he took out a box of cefadroxil tablets from his arms, carefully scraped some powder off one of the tablets, wrapped it in oiled paper, and handed it to Jackson.

"After taking the medicine, go to the acupuncture room next door and wait for me."

"Yes, Master!"

Jackson took the medicine and bowed down.

As he passed by his old friend, he gently poked Robert Lee with his elbow and motioned for him to hurry up and ask the master for advice.

But before Robert Lee could speak, Potter said, "Needless to say, General Lee, I already know about your illness. ”

Robert Lee was stunned, and couldn't help but wonder if this Potter doctor was really so magical.

"Traditional Chinese medicine is all about looking and hearing, and as soon as you came in, I could see that you must have been suffering from insomnia and dreams, flustered, dizzy and weak headed, and memory loss, and you feel powerless, right?"

Looking at Robert Lee, who nodded again and again, Dr. Potter's heart was really good at the experience of the old doctor of Fengshan, and nine out of ten patients could hit this set of words.

The only one that didn't hit the case, as long as the doctor repeated it several times and asked him to recall it well, he himself would doubt his own judgment and finally agree with the doctor's statement.

Moreover, Porter had heard that the Northern Virginia Legion had recently been in a food crisis and had been played by an obscure black legion in several wars on the front.

Although the Black Legion did not inflict any substantial losses on the Northern Virginia Legion, it was a huge blow to General Lee's personal reputation.

People said that if the stone wall fell, the Northern Virginia Legion would not work, and General Lee was not the material to lead the troops at all.

Under such tremendous pressure, how could he not have these symptoms?

With this in mind, Potter made a gesture of please: "General Lee, please show your wrist." ”

Robert Lee hurriedly complied, but he couldn't help but ask, "Master Potter, what are you doing here?" Is it possible to diagnose a condition just by touching someone else's skin? ”

"This is called the diagnosis of the pulse, and the veins are colorless and formless, but like the all-knowing and omnipotent Lord, who knows and controls everything in the world."

"Actually, you can also understand the pulse as the Lord in your body, and pulse diagnosis is to pray to the Lord in your body and communicate with the Holy Spirit, of course, this is a very complicated, difficult, and professional thing that cannot be done by a devout believer and a senior doctor like me."

It's both theology and medicine, but Robert Lee thinks it makes sense.

Originally, in this era, theology and medicine were not separated, and the church was the largest medical institution.

If a priest can work as a doctor, why can't a doctor work part-time as a priest?

Thinking of this, and looking at Dr. Porter's near-miraculous resume in the past, Robert Lee no longer doubted and seriously waited for the Lord's guidance.