The Southern Song Dynasty began with the apprenticeship of Huang Shang

Chapter 3 Seizures
"Thank you!"

Yang Chengye thanked him, took the white cloth and spread it on the ground, then stretched out his hand to the middle-aged man in the coarse cloth and jacket, and said, "Bring it here."

"I, you..."

The middle-aged man in the coarse cloth jacket looked hesitantly at Yang Chengye, then at the mayor.

The mayor stroked his white beard and shouted, "To prove your innocence, hurry up and hand it over!"

After all, the mayor is the mayor, and he is considered highly respected. His words are still very deterrent.

The middle-aged man in the coarse cloth jacket put the sheepskin waistcoat in Yang Chengye's hands unwillingly.

Yang Chengye raised the sheepskin vest and said to the crowd: "Everyone is watching!"

As Yang Chengye said, he shook the sheepskin vest vigorously on the white cloth, only to hear the sound of "cracking", and in a short while, a layer of white granular things fell on the white cloth.

Yang Chengye pointed to the white particles on the white cloth and asked, "Let's see what this is?"

Everyone looked around one after another, is it a stone?

No, it seems to be salt.

Yang Chengye grabbed some white particles from the white cloth and handed them to the mayor, and said, "Mayor, please show me, what are these?"

The mayor took the white granule from Yang Chengye's hand, put it on the tip of his tongue, and smacked it lightly, and then spit it out with a "peh pee pee".

"It's salt, table salt."

Hearing the mayor's affirmation, everyone immediately shouted.

At this time, Yang Chengye said to the mayor: "Then the owner of this sheepskin vest must already be known to the mayor, right?"

The mayor coughed lightly, and said loudly, "This sheepskin vest is indeed from a salt merchant. Only he can make the sheepskin waistcoat stick to salt."

After hearing the mayor's announcement, the crowd in the audience immediately pointed at the middle-aged man in the coarse cloth jacket and cursed him, calling him a thief.

At this time, the middle-aged man in the coarse cloth and jacket was already ashen-colored, and was about to slip out of the crowd.

"Come on!"

At this moment, the mayor shouted: "Catch this thief, send him to the county government office, and let the elder punish him."

After the mayor finished speaking, several servants rushed forward and arrested him amidst the shouts of the middle-aged man in coarse cloth and short jacket.

At this time, the salt merchant took the sheepskin vest from Yang Chengye's hand and kept thanking him, saying that he thanked Yang Chengye on behalf of his mother.

The mayor patted Yang Chengye V on the shoulder, said: "You are very good!" and left.

The matter was settled, and the crowd of onlookers gradually dispersed, and Yang Chengye walked towards Uncle Wang's tea stall again.

Uncle Wang's tea stall was deserted, and occasionally one or two guest officials who were on their way would pay their bills and leave after drinking tea.

"Uncle Wang!"

At this time, Uncle Wang was arranging the tea table, and turned around hurriedly when he heard Yang Chengye's shout.

"Jizu, have you recovered?"

Yang Chengye smiled at Uncle Wang, "I'm cured, thanks to the food you sent me, Uncle Wang."

"As soon as I was able to go to the ground, my mother asked me to thank Uncle Wang."

"Hey!"

Uncle Wang took Yang Chengye's hand, sat on the stool, and said, "You were injured because of me, if you have any troubles, how can I bear it!"

Yang Chengye thought inwardly: "It's not just three good things and two bad things? It's already dead. If you didn't cross over to him by accident, what you see now is a dead body."

Yang Chengye smiled, and said to Uncle Wang: "Uncle Wang, the past is over, so don't think about it anymore. By the way, those rascals didn't come again, did they?"

"No no!"

Uncle Wang said, "They haven't been here for the past few days."

Suddenly, Uncle Wang leaned close to Yang Chengye's ear and said, "Jizu, can you do Uncle Wang a favor?"

"What are you busy with?"

Just as Yang Chengye asked, a young man in a green robe sat down at the tea stand and shouted, "Shopkeeper, a pot of tea, a side dish, and two steamed buns."

"coming!"

Uncle Wang yelled, patted Yang Chengye on the shoulder and got up to greet the guests.

Yang Chengye was bored, looking at this unfamiliar environment, although he had already learned some general ideas from the short-lived Yang Chengye's memory, but he still didn't see the truth from his own perspective.

At this moment, a muffled sound interrupted Yang Chengye's train of thought. Yang Chengye turned his head to look, and his eyes suddenly shrank.

I saw that Uncle Wang had just served steamed buns to the young man, and suddenly he fell to the ground, foaming at the mouth, and convulsing all over.

Yang Chengye didn't do what he wanted, he took two steps in three steps, quickly came to Uncle Wang, grabbed the steamed bun in front of the young man in green robe, and stuffed it into Uncle Wang's mouth.

"Boy, what are you doing?"

Seeing Yang Chengye's actions, the young man in green robe immediately shouted angrily.

Yang Chengye raised his head and said, "Please forgive me for what happened!"

After Yang Chengye finished speaking, he began to check Uncle Wang's body, checked his pulse, and looked at his eyelids. There was nothing serious.

The green-robed young man was not happy anymore, and said angrily: "Boy, why don't you go find a doctor for your father?"

Without raising his head, Yang Chengye said, "Uncle Wang just had a seizure, nothing serious, he will be fine soon."

The young man in green robe scolded: "What nonsense epilepsy, I've never heard of it, get out, let me see."

The young man in green robe pushed Yang Chengye away and checked Uncle Wang's pulse.

Yang Chengye suddenly felt a strong force coming, and immediately sat down on the ground.

The young man in green robe checked Uncle Wang's pulse, sometimes frowning, sometimes marveling.

"How can this be? Everything is normal, how can there be such symptoms?"

The green-robed youth let go of Uncle Wang's wrist and said to himself.

Yang Chengye looked at the middle-aged man in Qingpao, he turned out to be a doctor, but epilepsy is not a common disease, it does not have any warning signs, and the internal characteristics are no different from those of normal people.

Although Yang Chengye studied forensic medicine, he was born into a family of Chinese medicine practitioners. If his parents hadn't died unexpectedly in his early years, he would have inherited his ancestral career and become a Chinese medicine practitioner.

"Sir, Uncle Wang is fine, should we let him get up first?"

Yang Chengye came to the side of the young man in green robe and said.

The green-robed youth was stunned for a moment, and looked at Uncle Wang, only to see that Uncle Wang had stopped convulsing and had come to himself.

The young man in the green robe stepped aside, and Uncle Wang stood up with the help of the ground, and bowed to the middle-aged man in the green robe to salute: "Thank you, officer, for trying to save me!"

The green-robed youth ignored Uncle Wang, but looked at Yang Chengye and asked, "Little brother, do you know what disease old man has? Why can't I check it out?"

Yang Chengye said with a smile: "Sir, Wang Bo suffers from epilepsy, commonly known as epilepsy. He usually has no symptoms, but when he has an attack, his whole body will twitch and foam at the mouth."

The green-robed youth pulled Yang Chengye to sit on the stool, and asked, "I've read all the books, and there isn't any medical book that records this disease. How did you know about it?"

Yang Chengye smiled and said: "It's a coincidence, I also saw it by accident, as for which medical book I really don't remember."

The green-robed youth was a little disappointed, but he still stared at Yang Chengye and said, "It turns out that little brother also knows the art of Qihuang, but I see that you cured the old man's illness with only one steamed bun. What's the reason for that?"

Yang Chengye explained with a smile: "When this disease occurs, the teeth will chatter, and the patient will inadvertently bite off his tongue, so I use steamed buns to prevent him from biting off his tongue."

"Hahaha…………"

Hearing Yang Chengye's words, the green-robed youth burst out laughing immediately: "Wonderful, this is the first time I've heard of Huang Yao, little brother is really a strange person!"

(End of this chapter)