Tang Dynasty good doctor

Chapter 193 A Kind of Injury Likely To Suffer From Playing Football
Longevity Square, Tao Mansion.

There are many famous doctors in Chang'an, all of them are very capable, but if we exclude medical skills and only talk about fame, Tao Judong definitely ranks first.It's not because his medical skills are much higher than others, but that besides medical skills, he knows how to behave in the world, and he spares no effort in helping the younger ones.This made many people thank him. He has been an imperial physician for a long time, but no one has ever given him a slap!

Before working in the world, you should first learn to be a man, and Tao Judong is the one who knows how to be a man!

After writing the desk, Tao Judong gently closed the book, closed his eyes, raised his hands, and pressed his temples with his thumbs.After a while, he opened his eyes, clapped his hands, and said to the book boy standing outside the door: "Go and call Dong Sheng."

The book boy agreed, turned around and left, and not long after, a young man less than thirty years old was brought over.This young man slanted his eyebrows into his temples, his eyes were as thin as silk, he was not beautiful, but he was very arrogant.The young man's name is Tao Dongsheng, and he is Tao Judong's distant nephew. He has learned medical skills from Tao Judong since he was a child. He has a lot of experience in treating typhoid fever and is deeply loved by Tao Judong.

Tao Dongsheng entered the study, Tao Dongsheng saluted his uncle, and said, "Uncle, do you have any orders for sending your nephew here?"

Tao Judong looked at him lovingly, and asked, "Dong Sheng, have you been to see Long Aotian these days?"

Tao Dongsheng nodded and said, "Returning to Uncle, I met with him the day before yesterday and discussed the usage of Dingchuan Decoction."

Tao Judong made a noise, raised his hand as a signal, let his nephew sit down, and said: "Uncle has no objection to your friendship with Long Aotian. He has excellent medical skills. You can often argue with him, which can improve your medical skills. But there is one thing. Be careful, you can learn from him in medical skills, but you must never learn from him in life. People who are lonely and self-admiring are not liked by everyone!"

Tao Dongsheng paused for a moment, but said: "Uncle, it is really beneficial to argue with others, but the imperial physicians in the office all know the identity of my nephew, and they often don't argue with my nephew. There is nothing to learn. Only Long Aotian, who is arrogant and rude, argues with his nephew, and never shows mercy. Although it is unpleasant to associate with him, the progress in medical skills is great!"

Tao Judong smiled, his nephew was very obsessed with medical skills, and often quarreled with others in order to dialectical medical skills.From the point of view of personality, lack of tact in dealing with the world, it is estimated that it is unlikely to inherit his career and become the chief of the imperial medical office, but from the point of view of medical skills, it is very likely that he will become a thousand-mile horse of the Tao family.

Tao Judong picked up a piece of paper and said: "Next time I go to see Long Aotian, you can argue with him about the usage of Puhuang. He learned from Master Sun, so don't talk about him, but his use of medicine is very good. But it should be far beyond ordinary people!"

Tao Dongsheng took the paper, glanced at it, and said puzzledly: "Pollen can cure tongue swelling? Isn't this medicine used to treat women's leukorrhea? Leukorrhagia, tongue swollen, this is too bad! "

Tao Judong said with a smile: "No matter how intense the argument is, the facts must be spoken in the end, and the fact that proves that this medicine can indeed cure tongue swelling is actually Shi Zhongchen! How many uses does a blind medicine have? We need to study it slowly. Success. So, next time you see Long Aotian again, you can argue with him!"

Tao Dongsheng thought for a while, and said: "Nephew, I guess Long Aotian probably doesn't know about the usage of Puhuang, otherwise he would have mentioned it a long time ago. The new usage of medicinal materials is not a trivial matter!"

Touching his beard, Tao Judong said: "You can not tell him Shi Zhongchen's tongue is swollen, just argue with him simply, and when he puts on that face, you can clarify the matter. It will be very interesting!"

Thinking of Long Aotian's face, Tao Dongsheng frowned, and suddenly opened his brows. He smiled and said, "That will be very interesting!"

Tao Judong said again: "This usage was said by a drunk, but I heard that that person is very suave, so it should be someone. These days, if you have nothing to do, you can go out more often. If you don't run into this person, it's fine. If you can really meet this person, you might as well make friends, it will be good for you!"

"What's that man's name and where does he live?" Tao Dongsheng asked.Chang'an is such a big city with a population of millions. Finding someone without knowing their name and address is like finding a needle in a haystack.

Tao Judong sighed, shook his head and said, "I don't know these things. If I knew, I would have paid a visit in person."

"Nephew will pay attention!" Tao Dongsheng replied, talked with his uncle for a while, and then left the study.

Back in his room, Tao Dongsheng immediately started flipping through medical books, and while flipping through, he thought to himself: "This is the first time I've heard that Puhuang can treat swollen tongue. It seems that there is no book that records this usage." Well, there is no memory at all!"

He flipped through more than a dozen medical books at one go, focusing on Puhuang, but there was no such record in any of the medical books. Instead, there was a special discussion on Puhuang's treatment of women's leukorrhea, but there was only a word about tongue swelling. Not mentioned!

Feeling dizzy from flipping through the book, Tao Dongsheng put down the book, walked out of the room, and called a servant to accompany him to the street.After leaving Tao's mansion, walk eastward, towards Zhuque Street.

There are too many people on Suzaku Street, people shouting, buying and selling, and there is no quiet place.Tao Dongsheng already had a headache, but it hurt even more here.

Seeing that he was troubled, the servant asked: "Master nephew, if you want to find a place to relax, would you like to go to Furong Garden?"

Tao Dongsheng shook his head and said, "There will not be fewer people there, and it may not be much quieter than Zhuque Street. By the way, is there anything new in Beijing recently?"

The servant thought for a while and said: "Recently, there are a lot of poetry and essay meetings. For some reason, scholars suddenly like to write poems. The poetry and essay meetings are held one after another, like going to a temple fair. That scene made everyone who wrote the letter very happy!"

"Oh, what does the scholar's poetry meeting have to do with the letter writer?" Tao Dongsheng asked in puzzlement.

The servant laughed and said: "Some scholars can't write poems well, so they go to down-and-out literati who make a living by selling calligraphy. Most of these people write letters for others at temple fairs to earn money. Sometimes they write two poems a day. , you can earn half a month's food money, this business is really easy to do!"

Tao Dongsheng laughed twice, but said in his heart: "It's so boring!"

The servant said again: "Speaking of temple fairs, there is the Inspiration Temple recently, every day, I heard that Master Huizheng gave lectures on Buddhist scriptures and gave pilgrims mung bean soup to drink, but not many people go there."

Tao Dongsheng groaned, but said: "The eminent monk's lectures were supposed to be offerings to the temple, but why did it turn into offerings to the worshipers in the temple? This is a new thing. Come on, let's take a look."

With the servant, walk across Suzaku Avenue and head towards the Inspiration Temple.

Wang Ping'an hadn't been to the Medicinal Food Workshop since Dahui was about to give lectures on Buddhism and collect sesame oil money. Di Renjie was right, he was not good at business, so he might as well be a famous doctor honestly and treat the people!

But after the news spread, not many people came to listen to the lecture. The Inspiration Temple has long been dilapidated, and there were few people who came here to offer incense. Besides, everyone is busy making a living, and no one has time to spare. Yes, how good it is to listen to songs and watch dances, who can come to the monk temple to listen to monks chanting sutras!
On the first day, only a few common people came, and they were all from the workshop. They were passing by. When they saw mung bean soup to drink, they drank a bowl. After drinking, they wiped their mouths and left, not listening to Huizheng's words. through.

The next day, more people came, a hundred or eighty, but they all came to drink mung bean soup, and they still patted their buttocks and left after drinking, refusing to listen to Huizheng's lecture.

On the third day, Wang Ping'an told Huizheng, "You can't do this. Stop telling those boring Buddhist scriptures, and tell some short stories related to Buddhism, so that the people can stay for a while, and they will give it to them when they are happy to hear it." Your sesame oil money.Huizheng couldn't help it, so he had to change it to a common saying and tell some short stories.This time the effect was much better. There were five to six hundred people who came, and some people from Waifang also came. They drank mung bean soup and listened to stories. At night, they were charged seventy or eighty Wen!

Huizheng was overjoyed, and he sorted out dozens of good stories overnight, and gave a special lecture on the fourth day. This time, more people came back, thousands of them, and they stayed longer, and the money they gave after listening was even higher. A lot, in one day, I received [-] to [-] Wen!
This was the fifth day, just before dawn, Ding Danruo and Ke Lianwu got up early, boiled two large pots of mung bean soup, and asked Ouyang Li and others to carry them out, and placed them in a small open space outside the temple gate.

At this time, there were no people outside, after all, it was too early, and Huizheng did not come out.However, Wang Ping'an got up early because of the hot weather, thinking that he would have a bowl of mung bean soup first, which would be his breakfast!

As soon as I left the gate of the temple, I saw an old man coming from a distance. This old man was limping with a worn-out clothes and a cane in his hand. It seemed that his foot was injured!
Wang Pingan asked Ding Danruo to bring him a bowl of mung bean soup, and sat on the steps in front of the door, drinking the porridge slowly, but kept looking at the old man who came over.

When he got closer, he realized that the old man was not very old, but his face was wrinkled and very sad, but he was only about forty years old, but the expression on his face made him look five or sixty years old Yes, it is estimated that it may be caused by hard life and fatigue.

The old man walked up to the pot and swallowed, but he didn't ask for porridge. He just sat down slowly and straightened his injured leg, as if he was waiting for something.

Lin Lianwu stepped forward, served a bowl of porridge, and said, "Old man, here is a bowl of mung bean soup for you. I made it very thick. If one bowl is not enough, I will serve you more!"

The old man shook his head again, and said: "If you haven't heard the Buddhist scriptures, if you don't eat it first, you will become a beggar."

Wang Pingan laughed when he heard that, this old man actually knew the sore spot in the temple, and the mung bean soup was just to attract people to come to listen to the lecture, but he didn't listen to the lecture, so he refused to drink porridge for nothing, which is interesting!

Standing up, Wang Ping'an said: "Old man, you can eat what you want, don't be polite. What's wrong with your foot, but it's injured, or is there something wrong?" Walking up to him, he saw the old man wearing straw sandals on his feet, squatting down Body, want to pick off his straw sandals.

The old man hurriedly stopped him and shouted: "Don't, don't, the old man's feet are dirty, young man, don't do this, it will be bad if your hands get dirty!"

But Wang Pingan laughed and said, "What does it matter? If your hands are dirty, they will be clean if you wash them, but if your feet die, it will get worse." Pushing away the old man's hand, he took off his shoes.

The old man's right big toe was so red and swollen that it looked like a small carrot. An abscess had formed on the edge of the toenail, and the outer corner of the nail was deeply embedded in the nail groove!

Wang Pingan just looked at it, and the name of this disease immediately appeared in his mind, ingrown paronychia!

In modern times, who is most likely to get this disease?
That's football players, or people who like to play football, they are the most vulnerable to such injuries!
(End of this chapter)