Chapter one hundred and ninety-fifth subdue the doctor
Since the miracle doctor was willing to stay, even if it was the Xizhen Fushi, the doctors surrounded him to discuss Mr. Zhu's strange condition.=
"Miscellaneous Doctor, is honey and seafood really as poisonous as arsenic?"
The miraculous doctor said with his long beard: "It's not that poisonous, otherwise your adults would have died long ago. However, there is a saying among the people that must have made some sense. Moreover, I have been practicing medicine for more than ten years and have indeed received many patients who get sick by drinking honey and eating seafood. However, most of them have rashes or dizziness on their bodies. This is the first time I have seen such situations like adults."
Another doctor asked, "Why didn't we find any problems when we took our pulse?"
"The pulse of adults is indeed special. The pulse of adults has changed after the poisoning of the cases I received. Perhaps adults are strong, after all, they are soldiers. They remove toxins made up of honey and seafood from their bodies. Because they are automatically detoxified, they do not poison the whole body, so their pulse is normal."
The doctors bowed and praised the genius doctor for his skill.
A doctor asked, "I didn't expect that the miracle doctor had a good move at such a young age. I don't know where the fairyland is, my surname is high?"
"The reputation is not worth mentioning. Yu Jiayan is a newly established man in Nanchang Prefecture."
Zhu Youcheng lay in a daze on the bed. When he heard the name of the miracle doctor, he was ecstatic: "Yu Jiayan, I picked up the treasure this time. That was one of the famous doctors in the late Ming Dynasty. He had great ambitions since then and often said that he would not be a good minister, so he would be a good doctor. After the fall of the Ming Dynasty, he determined not to serve in the Qing Dynasty and turned to medical books. He became a famous doctor late in life and eventually became a famous doctor. Strange, why did he become a famous doctor in the fifth year of the Tianqi period?"
He was puzzled, but he didn't have any strength in his body, so he could only put it aside for the time being.
As Yu Jiayan said, after two consecutive days, he finally got used to it. Although the number of times has not diminished, his body's patience has become much stronger. He is no longer so sank and has some strength. However, this strength can only be walked, and if he gets on the horse, he still has no strength. The plan to enter Juehua Island can only be delayed again and again.
Yu Jiayan was always by his side. Seeing that he opened his eyes, Yu Jiayan said, "Master Zhu is a talented person and a few rhymes, and he clearly explained the medicinal materials of Sijunzi Decoction. However, although it was well said, the medicine was not right, so I didn't decoct this medicine for you. I saw that the adult was not very clear at that time. Was he prescribed for himself? Or did he compile some proven prescriptions into formulas for easy memory?"
Zhu Youcheng said weakly: "When I was a child, I rescued a down-and-out old Taoist. Before leaving, he taught me "Song Tou Song", which contained more than 300 kinds of proven prescriptions, all of which were rhymes and were catchy. I found it interesting, so I remembered it."
"Song of Soup" was written by Wang Ang. Wang Ang was born in 1615 and is only 10 years old now. Zhu Youcheng silently said sorry to him in his heart. Then he took this book to fool the famous doctor Yu Jiayan.
Sure enough, Yu Jiayan was happy to see the hunt and begged Zhu Youcheng to teach him the book.
Zhu Youcheng finally felt more comfortable, but he met Yu Jiayan yelling beside him, and he felt really irritated. However, Yu Jiayan is a famous doctor of the generation, and Zhu Youcheng was embarrassed to be rude to him. So he read the second proven prescription: "In Mahuang Decoction, use cinnamon twigs and almonds in four kinds of things; if you have fever, chills, headaches, and no sweat, you should take it."
Now it's trouble. Mahuang Decoction is more catchy than Sijunzi Decoction. Yu Jiayan is so impressed by the gods who wrote "The Song of Soup". Yu Jiayan heard that there are more than 300 prescriptions in the song. He kept asking Zhu Youcheng to teach it a little more.
Zhu Youcheng was so angry that he was still crying, why was it endless? He is a patient? The patient's primary task is to rest. Only after he has a good rest can he have the energy to fight against the disease. How can he rest so noisy?
Fortunately, the guard was smart, and when he saw the expression on Zhu Youcheng's face, he pulled and pulled the miracle doctor out.
Yu Jiayan shouted outside the tent: "Mr. Zhu, have a good rest, I'll come to ask you for advice later."
Zhu Youcheng wanted to shout to Cangtian: "God, I'll send someone to take this monster, I'm almost annoyed by him."
The immortal did not show his spirit, but if he showed his spirit, Zhu Youcheng would probably cry to death. He finally met a famous doctor and could not let him go casually.
Three more days later, Zhu Youcheng felt that his health was a little better and began his plan to conquer the miracle doctor.
"Mr. Yu, I heard that you are from Nanchang, why did you wander to Shandong and become a famous doctor in Dengzhou?"
"It's hard to say anything," Yu Jiayan sighed, "I have studied poetry and books hard since I was a child, hoping to become a clean official and help the people. I heard that Shandong's literary style was quite strong, so I rushed here, joined the wise masters and visit high friends, so as to make more progress in writing. When I arrived in Shandong, I used up all my money and did not make any progress. I vowed to return home in glory and become like this, how could I have the nerve to go home? Fortunately, I studied medicine since I was a child, so I found a clinic to settle down, cured several difficult and complicated diseases, and became a famous doctor in Cangzhou."
"Mr. Yu, it's not me who said to you. Practicing medicine is also a way to help the world and the people. Why do you need to take the imperial examination?"
"Sir, practicing medicine can only save hundreds of people, but being an official can benefit one country and benefit the people. How can you say the same thing?"
Zhu Youcheng couldn't help but smile and said, "Mr. Yu, you are wrong again. Practicing medicine can also cure tens of millions of people. Since Pangu opened the world, every few decades, there will be a plague in China. No matter how many times you die tens of thousands to hundreds of thousands of people. If you make progress in preventing and controlling plagues and teach this method to more doctors, it will benefit more than tens of millions of people."
Yu Jiayan was a little moved, but the official-oriented thoughts accumulated in his two thousand years of history made him feel embarrassed.
Zhu Youcheng struck while the iron was hot and said, "I am a profession of the Ming Administrative Academy, and you can use special approval to enroll. Do you know that since the third year of Tianqi, the Ming Dynasty's Jinshi had to be an official and they had to study here. The emperor was kind and considering that there were still undiscovered talents among the people, there would be an entrance examination every year. As long as you can enter the Ming Administrative Academy, you would be awarded an official position until the study period expired."
Yu Jiayan was overjoyed and kowtowed to Zhu Youcheng three times, saying, "Students pay homage to their mentor."
"Take it slow, take it slow." Zhu Youcheng waved his hand, and his fox tail finally revealed. "But the recruitment of students by the Ming Administrative Academy is limited. It must be an alternate official or an official clerk. You are a civilian, but you are not qualified enough."
Yu Jiayan was stunned. Why did he knock his head? What if he agreed to be, he wouldn't forget it?
Zhu Youcheng smiled and said, "Everything can be adapted to the Ming Dynasty. You can join the Jinyiwei so that you are qualified to enter the school. After serving for three years, I will let you study at the Ming Administrative Academy and come out to be a medical officer. We will serve the health of the people of the Ming Dynasty."
If you have an official position waiting for him, you can get the wonderful "Song of Soup". Is there any need to say where to go?
Yu Jiayan imitated the way he saw soldiers bowing to the general, and knelt down on one knee, saying, "Sir, please see the polite envoy."
Zhu Youcheng laughed and said, "The military salute is wrong, but don't worry, learn slowly. I will arrange for you to be in the Qianjia Medical Households and report to Qianjia later. Qianjia is the female general, which is easy to recognize. When I first arrived at the Jinyiwei, start from the grassroots level, and forget about it."
The hundred households are sixth-rank military officers, and the doctors next to them are almost envious. Sixth-rank is still at the grassroots level, so what are the Xiaoqians? But there is no way, who can make his medical skills less powerful than others?
Five days later, and the time went on November 12, the fifth year of the Tianqi period of the Ming Dynasty. Zhu Youcheng's health was almost well. At noon, Li Song came to see him and agreed to discuss the issue of sending troops at the Governor's Office the next day.
Unexpectedly, at night, Zhu Youcheng's stomach began to turn upside down again.
Hearing that the old illness recurred, Yu Jiayan came over to take the pulse of Lord Zhu, but the pulse was still normal.
Yu Jiayan was puzzled. The last time it could be said that he had eaten honey and seafood, and he was poisoned by food. But these days, Zhu Youcheng did not eat seafood or drink honey. Why did he do this again? When he consulted with the doctors, he finally confirmed that the last time the poison was not clear. Zhu Youcheng's plan to send troops was once again stranded.
This time I fell ill for another ten days.
On November 22, the fifth year of the Tianqi period, Li Song came to the Jinyi Guard camp again.
This time, there was one of the people whom Li Song brought to the public, Zhu Youcheng met. It was Wu Xiaojie who was lazy last time. When he saw a high-ranking official, the people laughed flatteringly, but Wu Xiaojie's smile seemed to have a deep meaning.
Zhu Youcheng's heart moved. No matter how lazy a servant is, he cannot say lies that are easily discovered in front of his master. Besides, Wu Xiaojie didn't say anything at that time. Why did Li Song judge that he was looking for reasons to be lazy? So what exactly did Wu Xiaojie want to say at that time? Why was he beaten?
It is a folk taboo that cannot be eaten together. As a native of Dengzhou, Wu Xiaojie cannot not know. Could it be that he was about to remind Zhu Youcheng at that time, and then he was taught a lesson. So, did Li Song misunderstand Wu Xiaojie? No, although Li Song is the new governor of Dengzhou, his subordinates must have told him all the taboos of seafood, and he should also know it. Then why didn't he remind Zhu Youcheng, did he dare not, or did he have another profound meaning? Zhu Youcheng was healthy and his thinking became much more flexible, and a series of doubts he had not noticed before jumped into his mind.
Also, when talking about the issue of sending troops twice, Li Song pushed it to the next day, but there was a problem with his body that night. Is this a coincidence or another mystery?
Zhu Youcheng thought to himself, but his face was silent and nodded and smiled at Li Song and his group.
Sure enough, when talking about the issue of sending troops, Li Song used the excuse that military affairs needed to listen to the opinions of the general of Dengzhou, and invited Zhu Youcheng to go to the governor's office the next day to discuss.
Zhu Youcheng became more and more suspicious, but Li Song was a member of the country after all, so he couldn't ask directly.
At this moment, he caught a glimpse of Wu Xiaojie who quietly threw two things on the ground while no one was paying attention, a bean and a leaf, which seemed intentional, and unintentional.
Zhu Youcheng quietly picked it up while the person was not careful. He put it under his nose and smelled it. The fragrance of medicine was soaring. He knew it was a medicinal material, but he didn't know what it was.
Since it is a medicine, of course we have to ask the experts for their opinions.
Yu Jiayan took the leaves, looked at them, smelled them again, threw them away, and said, "A common leaves can be picked up hundreds of kilograms on the roadside at will."
He took the beans again, took a look, and said, "Croton, it's poisonous. Ordinary people eat a little, wow, it's a thousand miles away."
The leaves are easy to explain. Maybe they accidentally floated into Wu Xiaojie's pocket and he cleaned them. But crotons are not common and they only need to be bought at the pharmacy. It's strange. He threw a croton and a leaf on the ground. What did he want to remind Zhu Youcheng? (To be continued, please search Piaotianwen, the novel is better and faster!
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