Song Yi

Chapter 13
The middle-aged man asked, "Can it work?"

Wu Cong patted his chest: "Of course, it's very useful!"

"how much is it?"

"Not much, Shi Wen! Pack it up!"

"That's fine, come on!"

The middle-aged man tilted his head and walked to the stool next to Du Wenhao's table and sat down.Wu Cong said to Yingzi: "I'll come out and pinch this master's neck, is it okay?"

"Of course no problem." Yingzi smiled and whispered, "But can you do it?"

"Hi! Have you never eaten pork or seen a pig running? No problem!"

The middle-aged man faintly heard them talking, and turned around with his neck and body: "Ah? Can you do it?"

"Of course it's okay, you always have a hundred hearts!"

Wu Cong came over, stood behind the middle-aged man, and looked at Du Wenhao with some complacency, as if he was saying what, you, the doctor in charge, haven't opened yet, but I, the drug picker, have opened first.

Seeing that Du Wenhao ignored him, a little bored, he began to massage the middle-aged man's neck and shoulders.

While kneading, he asked: "Guest officer, it seems that you are a scholar?"

"Yeah, I'm a government clerk. Ouch...it hurts so much! Take it easy!"

Wu Cong's subordinates quickly relaxed a little, and said, "It turns out that you are the uncle of the yamen, alas! You clerks, copying and writing with your heads bowed all day, this neck is the most likely to cause problems."

"Isn't it? Yesterday morning, I was copying the pleadings and judgments. I felt uncomfortable. I had a cold and fever. I was too busy at the time and didn't care. I didn't expect that my neck twisted. The pain was so bad that I couldn't do it. I So I asked for leave and went to Jishitang, they only prescribed medicine, but didn’t knead it for me, maybe there are too many people. It should be useful to squeeze it.”

"Of course! This neck cramp, no medicine is better than kneading and massaging, just apply it directly to the affected area, and it will be fine in a while!"

Wu Cong was right. Sure enough, after kneading for a while, the middle-aged man's neck was no longer crooked, and his mouth was no longer slanted.

He moved his chin, stood up happily and said, "Hey! It really works. I knew your massage and kneading would be so effective. Yesterday, I went to Jishitang to spend my unjust money. Haha, it's really good, you !"

He took out the money bag from his pocket, counted ten copper coins and handed it to Wu Cong.

Wu Cong was very proud, he glanced sideways at Du Wenhao, and saw that he was smiling and looking at them without saying a word, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Silly fat got out of the counter, ran over and said: "You are really good, I see, the shopkeeper is still eager to find some famous doctor to sit in the hall, won't it be settled if you just invite you to sit in the hall?"

Yingzi also smiled and gave him a thumbs up.

Wu Cong was even more proud, so happy that he couldn't close his mouth.He bowed his waist and sent the middle-aged man to the door.

Unexpectedly, just as the middle-aged man stepped over the threshold, he suddenly yelled, raised his hand to cover his face, and dropped all the medicine bags in his hand.

Wu Cong hurriedly looked up, and was startled. It turned out that the middle-aged man's neck was crooked again, but it was crooked to the left just now, and now it's crooked to the right. Turn over, ouch, keep screaming.

Wu Cong hurriedly helped him back, sat down on the stool, and started kneading his right side again.

After a while, the middle-aged man's neck stopped twitching and returned to normal.

This time he didn't dare to be happy anymore, he moved his cheeks carefully and felt that he was all right, so he stood up slowly and wanted to leave again.

Suddenly, the neck twitched again, and the whole head was tilted to the left side again, and the mouth was also tilted, causing him to scream out in pain.

Wu Cong hurriedly kneaded the left side for him again, and after a while, he recovered again, this time the middle-aged man dared not stand up, and sat with his face covered.See if it crooks back again.

Sure enough, in a short while, the neck was miraculously tilted to the right again.

At this moment, Wu Cong, Sha Pang and Yingzi were all dumbfounded and looked at the middle-aged man.

Cold sweat broke out on Wu Cong's forehead, and he couldn't figure out why he pinched it to one side, then turned it to that side, pinched it to another side, and then turned it to this side again, it was really strange.

I had no choice but to keep pinching this side and rubbing that side. After tossing and tossing for a long time, he was so tired that he was sweating profusely and panting like a cow.

And the middle-aged man's neck was constantly twisting and turning, which was even more miserable.

Wu Cong looked at Du Wenhao in relief, and said with a smile, "Dr. Du, look at this..."

"No more?" Du Wenhao asked with a smile.

"Hey, let's see..., hey, let's see..."

Du Wenhao said to the middle-aged man: "Let me take your pulse."

It was difficult for the middle-aged man to nod, so he could only snort in his nostrils to express his agreement, rolled up his sleeves and put his wrists on the pillow on the table.

Du Wenhao put three fingers on the middle-aged man's wrist, concentrated on his pulse, and after a while, changed his hand again.

He looked at his tongue again, asked about the history of the disease, briefly asked him about what he did in the Yamen, and said: "I can cure your crooked neck, if it goes well, it will recover in half an hour, and it will not be crooked again. "

"Really?"

"of course it's true."

"Also, please treat the doctor!"

"Show me your prescription."

The middle-aged man handed the prescription to Du Wenhao.Du Wenhao glanced at it, smiled, and shook his head: "This is not good. Although you are afraid of cold and fever, you seem to have evidence, but your tongue is pale but not red, your nose is runny, and there is no thermal image, so it is not Heat syndrome. If you take medicine according to the heat syndrome, bezoar and rhino horn will only aggravate your condition, and your neck will twitch even more."

The middle-aged man was taken aback: "No way? This is what Yan Miaoshou, the big apprentice of Jishitang who doesn't accept money, can see."

"If you believe in Jishitang, then take the medicine and go back and fry it yourself. If taking this medicine can cure your crooked neck, then you have seen hell. If you take this medicine and the convulsions are even worse, don't blame me for not reminding you." you."

The middle-aged man tilted his neck and twitched, and said embarrassingly: "I am dissatisfied with you, actually yesterday... I went to Jishitang to see it. I took the medicine of Jishitang for a day yesterday, and it was true that the vaping became worse, but you Can this medicine really cure it?"

"Wrap it up!" Du Wenhao said with confidence.

The middle-aged man was skeptical, and he hesitated when he took the list: "Is it true that I can be cured in half an hour? Your former doctor, who put people to death!"

"He is him, and I am me." Du Wenhao said lightly, "Your disease is cured here, within half an hour. As I said, if you still twitch after half an hour, you can spit on me face to face!"

When the middle-aged man heard his affirmation, his neck throbbed so badly again that he couldn't see anyone. He gritted his teeth and said, "That's good! I'll cure you!" and sat back on the stool.

"I can treat you, but your illness can't be cured by Ji Shitang's medicine. If I cure you, the consultation fee will be doubled!"

"Double? How much?"

"Not much. When you see a doctor, you pay five cents each time. Double that is ten cents."

"Ten coins? It's too cheap. If you want to cure my neck, I'll give you one hundred coins!"

"Okay!" Du Wenhao picked up the brush, wrote a prescription crookedly, and handed it to Wu Cong: "Take the medicine according to the prescription, decoct it here, and it's done with one copy!"

Wu Cong took the prescription and glanced at it: "Guizhi Gegen Decoction? This medicine also..."

"It's too common, isn't it? Hehe, medicines for diseases can only be used according to the symptoms. It doesn't have to be some weird medicines to be considered clever. A real genius doctor is good at turning decay into magic. Ordinary medicine , Healing an unusual disease, this is called a miracle doctor."

The servant girl Yingzi laughed and said, "So, Dr. Du, you are a miracle doctor?"

"I don't dare to take it. I'm still far behind. It just so happens that I know how to treat his disease."

Wu Cong was skeptical, but since Du Wenhao took over, it was like wiping his ass.Quickly took the prescription, ran back to the back of the medicine cabinet and started picking medicine.

The pharmacy has a full set of equipment for boiling medicine, and the maid Yingzi is in charge of boiling medicine.Du Wenhao continued to cross his legs and watched the pedestrians coming and going and the bustle of bargaining at the roadside stalls outside the door, with a relaxed and contented look.

After a while, the smell of medicine wafted from the back room. The medicine had been decocted, and it was brought out and handed to the middle-aged man. The middle-aged man took the medicine and glanced at Du Wenhao.Du Wenhao smiled and made a gesture of raising his neck and drinking dry.The middle-aged man nodded, took a sip from the bowl, and drank it all in one gulp.

After waiting for another cup of tea, the middle-aged man suddenly yelled, "Hot! So hot! My back is so hot!"

Wu Cong and the other three looked at Du Wenhao nervously.Du Wenhao smiled slightly: "It's normal, don't be nervous."

Then, the middle-aged man began to sweat profusely, and the chest and back of the robe were wet. The three of Yingzi and the others were even more nervous, looking at Du Wenhao.Du Wenhao still smiled and said nothing.

After another stick of incense, the middle-aged man suddenly screamed and stood up suddenly, the three of them trembled in fright, Wu Cong hurriedly asked: "What's wrong?"

"My neck!"

"Huh? What happened to the neck?"

"My neck doesn't twitch anymore! My body doesn't burn anymore!" The middle-aged man yelled, jumped up, spun around, and suddenly ouched again, clutching his neck and yelling for pain.

Yingzi was applauding happily at first, but when he saw this scene, he was taken aback and asked in surprise, "What's wrong? Have you smoked again?"

"No! No smoking, just a pain in the neck." The middle-aged man stretched his neck and cried out again.

Du Wenhao frowned and said, "No, let me see."

The middle-aged man sat down and pulled off his neck collar. Du Wenhao took a look, laughed, and beckoned Wu Cong to come over. He pointed to the scarlet subcutaneous bruise area on the middle-aged man's neck, and said in a low voice, "Look at that. Look at your masterpiece!"

It turned out that this area was exactly where Wu Cong massaged and kneaded just now.

Wu Cong has never learned massage and massage. He just saw the doctor sitting in the hall before and thought it was very simple. He wanted to show his skills, but the technique was not good, and the force was too strong.After the neck cramps healed, the subcutaneous congestion naturally started to hurt.

(End of this chapter)