On the edge of the bed sat a graceful and elegant woman, bowing her head and wiping her tears. Beside the woman, two maids, one holding a fan and the other holding a white silk veil, were ready to wipe away the woman's tears.

The housekeeper entered the door and said respectfully: "Give the old lady a salute." This is the new Langzhong, Xu has some ability, old lady, you give the decision. ”

Madame wiped the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief, adjusted her mood slightly, turned her head to see that it was two eighteen or nineteen-year-old boys, the disappointment in her heart was overflowing, she picked up the handkerchief with two fingers and put it on the knee of her right leg, and said lightly: "Where did you come from?

Chen Huahe hugged his fists and said: "Chen Huaji, a home-based practitioner in an unknown small temple on the outskirts of Beijing, heard that the young son was sick and came to visit. ”

The lady took the teacup from the maid's hand and took a shallow sip of tea. Returning the cup, he pointed to the imperial doctor who decocted the medicine next to him with his hand, and said slowly: "You see that the imperial doctors in this imperial hospital have spent most of their lives on medical skills, just call one, I'm afraid that the years of studying medicine will be several times your age, right?"

Chen Huaji smiled slightly: "What Madame said is extremely true. But how can the age be equal to the size of the ability?"

This sentence was neither humble nor arrogant, and the imperial doctor on the side couldn't help but shake his beard slightly, and his eyes glanced at this heroic young man between his eyebrows.

Mrs. had no confidence in the young man, thinking that he was just a young man who didn't know the height of the sky, and a few words made them retreat and dismissed. I didn't expect Chen Huahe to be so conceited in his words, and Mrs. couldn't help but be happy: "So, you are more capable than these imperial doctors?"

Since entering the door of the bedroom, Qin Xiaolou has not been speechless, and he couldn't hold back his desire to speak, he heard his wife say this, and hurriedly took over the conversation: "Of course, his ability will be known as soon as he tries it, I said Madam, if you don't want us to take a look at the disease, what are you waiting for?"

The lady rolled her eyebrows and asked, "Who are you?"

Qin Xiaolou was stunned for a moment and said, "I'...... My name is Qin Xiaolou......" He was usually used to talking, and he almost spit out the words "the son of the political secretary who was sentenced again". Fortunately, Qin Xiaolou was clever, and his words turned to his mouth: "I am...... I'm the retinue of the elder brother!Yes, the retinue!"

The lady said: "Okay, flamboyant boy! My house is not a place for children to play, this is related to the life of the young son." He said that he would let you see my son's illness, how could he be qualified to see his illness by any person? There is no blood in the house, I won't beat you, you can go!"

When the housekeeper saw that his wife had given an eviction order, he waved the cigarette pouch rod in his hand downward, and made a gesture of bowing down to see off the guests: "Two, I'm sorry, please go back." ”

Qin Xiaolou was about to argue, when he suddenly heard Chen Huahe laugh and said: "Hahaha! I thought that the Admiral's Mansion was eager to save Gongzi's life, but I didn't want to use all the pretense of judging people by their appearance.

"Wait!" Madame was shocked when she heard what Chen Hua said, and asked, "How do you know that my son's illness is caused by trauma?"

The housekeeper hurriedly shook his hand and said, "The little one has never said it to anyone!"

Chen Hua and Zhengse said: "At this time, it is summer, but the bedroom is baked by fire, impermeable to the wind, this is the 'silkworm room' remodeled to clean the wound, is one of them, and there are plant ashes in the foot of the bed, which is used to stop bleeding, which is the second. It's just that these palace doctors have delayed the best time for healing, causing the young son's 'Jin Chuang' to become 'sores', and now I'm afraid that he has often convulsed and convulsed, and is dizzy, right?"

Imperial Doctor Zhang had been silent, and when he heard Chen Hua say that he had delayed the best treatment time for the young son, he couldn't hold it back anymore, and bowed down to his wife tremblingly: "Madam......!

Madame originally thought that this young man in a shabby robe had no ability, and was afraid that he was just here to mix wine and eat, but she didn't want him to say what he said in a few words! Hearing Imperial Doctor Zhang's words, she couldn't help but be furious in her heart, and pointed at Imperial Doctor and scolded: "How many more days? How many more days will my son still be alive! If my son's life is not guaranteed, see that I ask the old man to invite the queen mother to behead you useless medical officers!"

Imperial Physician Zhang knew the weight of the Guerjia clan in front of the Queen Mother Lafayette, and understood that this was true, so he immediately kowtowed: "Madam, the villain is incompetent...... The villain is incompetent......"

After all, Imperial Doctor Zhang has been treating the young son day and night for several days, although the lady feels sorry for her son on the sick bed, and her mouth is angry, but she is soft-hearted. Seeing that the gray-haired imperial doctor was kowtowing, his eyes were slightly closed and he said, "That's it, you get up...... "Turn your head and ask Chen Huaji again: "In your opinion, can my son still be saved?"

"It was saved, but ......," Chen Huahe shook his head, and pointed to the medicine pot on the small stove with his hand, "What are fried in it are borneol, antelope horn, danpi, and red peony?"

The imperial doctor was stunned and said, "How do you know?"

Chen Huaji said with a smile: "If a doctor doesn't have a good nose, how can he be a good doctor?"

The people present were secretly impressed when they saw the aging and the fact that they could identify the medicinal materials in the pot by their sense of smell alone, and the lady opened her eyes and hurriedly asked: "Go on, there was originally salvation, but what?"

Chen Huahe took two steps, lifted the lid of the casserole and looked at it, covered it again, and hugged his fist to the imperial doctor: "Imperial Doctor Zhang's medical skills are superb, if you look at it from the elephant, the medicine is flat and stable, and the ancient prescription is fully combined, and I admire it." It's just that these four flavors of medicinal materials have a dark change, if they are used on people whose breath is still sufficient and their souls are not dispersed, they can assist in acupuncture wells, bloodletting, go out through evil spirits, and wake up with heat, and the young son will be cured in a few days. If the gods are absent and the soul does not return, I am afraid that this medicine is tantamount to poison!"

Beads of sweat the size of beans dripped down Imperial Physician Zhang's forehead.

Madame got up and asked, "So what?"

Chen Huaji said: "I want to see Ling Gongzi up close and diagnose his pulse, how can it be?"

"Madam, no, how can you let this unidentified country man be treated at will?"

"Bastard, if I don't let him diagnose and treat, do you still want to hand my son over to you quacks!" Madame was really angry this time, so angry that her hands trembled, and Imperial Doctor Zhang was so frightened when she saw this, she didn't dare to say anything, and bowed down to the side to watch coldly.

Chen Huahe sat down on the edge of the couch and took the pulse of the unconscious young man—the pulse was thin and slight, as if he was dying!

After a check, I was even more surprised in my heart, and I saw that on his left rib, there was a wound that seemed to have been swept by something that was most yin and soft, which was deep and exposed. The wound has become infected and drained pus, turning into a foul-smelling sore at the mouth of the bowl. Chen Huahe had never seen such an injury, and secretly thought in his heart: "What a strange wound, if it was an ordinary weapon Jin Chuang, it would never be like this." But how can something so soft be able to hurt people so much?"