The dilapidated hut was silent, save for the slight sobs of the old lady. On a simple grass bed, a boy about six or seven years old had his eyes closed, thin as a seedling, and his face was pale.

Shi Cheng sat on the edge of the bed, observing the boy's complexion, and his right hand rested on the boy's wrist vein to quietly check the pulse. Tie Mian stood not far away with a medicine box, and Wu Neng stood beside the old lady to comfort her.

Zhao Ping and an official stood in a corner of the room, staring closely at the behavior of everyone in the room. Another official stood at the door, blocking out those who wanted to come in to see the excitement, but because the inside of the hut was so small, a few people standing outside the door and probing their brains into the house could still clearly see the situation inside the house.

In the old lady's low crying, everyone almost knew what happened to the pair of grandchildren. The old lady's surname is Liu, and her son and daughter-in-law are small handicraft vendors.

However, everything changed a few months ago when the old lady's son and daughter-in-law disappeared on the slanting road. Mrs. Liu, who lost her beloved son and daughter-in-law, almost cried blind. Not only that, a few days ago, Mrs. Liu's only grandson suddenly began to vomit and diarrhea after dinner, and had a fever, headache, and even began to have blood in his stool.

Mrs. Liu was anxious, but the grandparents and grandchildren, who had lost their source of livelihood, really couldn't afford to go out to the hospital to see a doctor. In desperation, he had to turn to a man who didn't know where to go. But after spending all the family's savings and inviting three Fang Langzhong, Mrs. Liu's grandson's illness not only did not improve, but began to worsen, and today he fainted.

Wu Neng comforted Mrs. Liu in a low voice, and scolded the pharmacists in the medical hall from time to time for being rich and unkind. Zhao Pinghe and the other official who entered the house were also compassionate, and helped Wu Neng comfort the crying old lady from time to time.

"It's in the gut." Shi Cheng quickly came to a conclusion, he gestured to Tie Mian with his eyes, Tie Mian understood, and hurriedly opened the medicine box and handed it to Shi Cheng.

Shi Cheng took out the needle bag, disinfected the silver needle with the potion, and applied the needle to the boy in turn. After a while, Shi Cheng took off the silver needle, soaked it in the potion, put it back in the needle bag, and then took out three black pills from a brown medicine bag that had just been made yesterday, and gave the pills and water to the boy. Immediately afterwards, Shi Cheng moved slightly, massaging several acupoints on the boy's abdomen. After a while, a trace of blood appeared on the boy's pale face.

Tie Mian observed carefully, and when he saw this scene, he also guessed that Shi Cheng's diagnosis and treatment had worked, and he secretly admired it in his heart.

"Ahem"

The boy, who was lying unconscious on the bed, suddenly coughed, opened his eyes, and called out weakly, "Grandma...... Grandma ......"

When Mrs. Liu saw that her grandson had woken up, her withered hands trembled uncontrollably, her face was crying and laughing, and she hurriedly threw herself on the side of her grandson's bed, and said in a trembling voice: "Yuan'er, Yuan'er, grandma is here, here......"

Seeing that the boy woke up, Wu Neng was overjoyed, and Zhao Ping slowly breathed a sigh of relief. The people watching from the outside of the door instantly exploded and talked about it.

"I was saved so quickly, this little pharmacist has some skills!"

"Ah Fu, hurry, I occupy a place here, go back and let your sister and brother-in-law pack up and prepare to meet the divine doctor, your niece's leg is saved!"

"Little Miracle Doctor! Little Miracle Doctor! My father is seriously ill, can you come to our house first? ”

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"Okay, it's out of danger for the time being, but you must pay attention to recuperation during this time." Shi Cheng put away the medicine box, took out a pen and wrote a medicine list, handed it to Wu Neng, and advised: "Old Wu, follow this list to the car to grab the medicine, and the amount of each package is weighed accurately." ”

Mrs. Liu thanked Shi Cheng for her kindness, Shi Cheng hurriedly supported her, and said with a smile: "I just did some duty." Immediately afterwards, Shi Cheng told Mrs. Liu some things that needed attention, and after Wu Neng grabbed the medicine back, he stood up and went outside, there were more people outside who needed to wait for treatment.

Mrs. Liu was grateful, and sent everyone to the intersection before stopping. Zhao Ping was the last one in the group, and after walking through the intersection, he suddenly stopped, took out some money from his pocket, and then turned around and stuffed the money into Mrs. Liu's hand.

Mrs. Liu said in a panic: "My lord, what are you?" This is unacceptable, unacceptable! ”

"It's a little bit of the official's heart, buy something to make up for the child's body." Zhao Ping said seriously.

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Shi Cheng's speed of diagnosis and treatment is very fast, and the techniques of diagnosing pulse, needles and adjusting medicines are extremely skillful, and the hour has not yet reached noon, and the entire city has already gone through more than half of it.

Shi Cheng's next free clinic was an old lady who had been suffering from head wind. Like most patients in this urban area, it is because of the poverty of the family that cannot afford to seek medical attention. Shi Cheng looked at the condition, thought about it a little in his heart, and judged where the lesion was, and after giving the old lady some potion, he began to administer the needle.

Zhao Ping sat not far away, looking at Shi Cheng who was concentrating on the needle, and the figure of another person suddenly appeared in his mind, and the figure of that person gradually merged with the stone bearing in front of him.

The figure of the person in his mind evoked a memory in Zhao Ping's heart that he didn't want to review too much, but at this moment, he couldn't help but recall those fragments buried in his heart.

It was a sunny morning, although it was not a bright morning for Zhao Ping at that time.

At that time, he was only seven years old, and he was still a child of a poor family. At that time, he knelt in front of his grandmother's bed with his father, his father kept crying, and his sister-in-law, who had not yet married into the city, was also crying in front of the bed, and Zhao Ping also cried. Although at the age of seven, he still can't fully understand what death is, Zhao Ping knows one thing in his heart, that is, his grandmother is going to a far, far away place and will never come back.

Zhao Ping lost his mother when he was five years old, his father was a busy farmer, and his sister-in-law married again, many times only his grandmother accompanied him, and only his grandmother spoiled him and teased him. Now that his grandmother is leaving, Zhao Ping's heart seems to have lost a harbor, drifting with the tide on the sea, not knowing where he will go.

I don't know how long the time passed, there was a sudden commotion outside the house, an uncle entered the house, said something in his father's ear, the father was a little excited, asked several "really" in a row, and then hurriedly ran out. A short time later, my father came in with a man in cloth in his early thirties who was carrying a bamboo box.

Zhao Ping had never seen this man, but his father's expression faintly made him feel that this man with a bamboo basket on his back could save his grandmother.

The man also saw Xiao Zhao Ping, smiled at him gently, put down the medicine box, and walked quickly to Zhao Ping's grandmother's bedside.

The man stared at his grandmother carefully for a moment, then put his hand on her wrist and nodded after a long time. Zhao Ping looked at the man suspiciously, only to see that the man took out some medicinal powder in a small vat, and then took out twelve silver needles like a trick, buried the silver needles in the medicinal powder, and put them on the fire to heat. After a while, when white smoke came out of the small tank, the man took out a small clip and pinched out the silver needles one by one and stabbed them on his grandmother's body.

Zhao Ping exclaimed in surprise and wanted to go up to stop the man, but was stopped by his father. Not long after, something unexpected happened to Zhao Ping, and his grandmother actually woke up slowly. Seeing his grandmother wake up, the strange man's face finally showed a relieved expression, and his father and sister-in-law also thanked the man for their kindness.

Zhao Ping was naturally overjoyed, although he couldn't understand the next conversation between his father and the strange man, but the little head already knew that his grandmother was fine.

From that day on, the man lived in the village and cultivated a large area of land behind his house to cultivate medicinal herbs. From the words of the adults chatting, Zhao Ping learned that the man's surname was Jiang and he was a pharmacist.

At that time, the rebellion of the Lu tribe had not been completely quelled, the world was not peaceful, and it was not uncommon for strongmen to cut paths and rob money, and it was precisely to escape the banditry in his hometown that Jiang Yaoshi came to this village. The adults all called the man Mr. Jiang, and Zhao Ping also called him the same.

Mr. Jiang is easy-going, especially fond of children, sometimes the family cooks, his father will beckon himself to send some to Mr. Jiang, every time he arrives at Mr. Jiang's house, Mr. Jiang will smile gently at himself, let himself bring back the food, and occasionally give Xiao Zhao Ping a straw rope braided gadget as a thank you gift.

But Mr. Jiang did not stay in the village forever.

One day at noon, several people dressed as officials came to the village and said that Mr. Jiang had killed someone, put shackles on Mr. Jiang and took him away. Zhao Ping curiously asked his father what happened to Mr. Jiang, and his father just said with red eyes: "Mr. Jiang has superb medical skills, and there will never be such a mistake." ”

Tearful little Zhao Ping had too many doubts in his heart, but since then, Mr. Jiang has never returned.

It wasn't until he entered the yamen on an errand that Zhao Ping learned that Mr. Jiang's name was Jiang Chun, and since he arrived in his hometown, he had been treating the local people, and the consultation fee charged was less than that of the medical hall in the city. After coming and going, the villagers in various villages and even many residents in the city would find Jiang Chun here as soon as they were sick. It is precisely because of this that Jiang Chun offended the pharmacists in the city, and those pharmacists hired people to set up a bureau, and successfully threw Jiang Chun, who had no background, into prison and killed him. Although the new lord of the castle later found out the grievances when he retried the case file, it was too late.