Tang Dynasty good doctor

Chapter 42 The Celebrity's Little Ailment

Qiu Tingxuan tidied up the papers and said: "You've worked hard these days, I'd better go back and rest. If there is anything else, I will send someone to notify you."

The gray-clothed man got up and said: "Working for the young master, how dare you call it hard work!" He left the study with his hands clasped.

Qiu Tingxuan sat for a while, straightening out his thoughts, then got up and left the house to see his father.Qiu Wenpu, the owner of Xiantong Academy, does not live in the academy, but in an independent small courtyard behind the academy.Qiu Tingxuan bypassed the pond, exited the backyard gate, and came to the small courtyard where Qiu Wenpu lived.

There was a jujube tree planted in the small courtyard, and an old servant was squatting under the tree, and there was a small stove in front of him, and there was a fire in the stove, and he was boiling medicine.

Qiu Tingxuan was taken aback, stepped forward, leaned down, and asked in a low voice: "Uncle Cai, why did you start decocting the medicine? Didn't my lord father say that a little cold is nothing to worry about?"

The old servant's name is Qiu Cai, and he has been with Qiu Wenpu's old family for many years. He has always been like a family. He looked up at Qiu Tingxuan and said, "Brother Xuan, what are you doing here if you don't study in the academy?" ? Well, the master’s illness is not serious, but it’s always bad and uncomfortable, so he prescribed Guizhi Decoction and asked me to make a dose of it, and it’s almost gone.”

Qiu Tingxuan let out a cry, he entered the house in no hurry, stood under the tree to watch the old servant decoct the medicine, and said softly: "Medicine is worse than food, food is worse than sleep, my father never likes to take medicine, but today I let Uncle Cai decoct the medicine." , it seems that the wind and cold are getting heavier."

"I'm getting old, I can't stand it anymore, there are no major illnesses, but minor illnesses continue!" Uncle Cai said softly.

Qiu Tingxuan sighed and stopped talking, afraid that Qiu Wenpu in the room would hear.After a while, the cassia twig soup was cooked, he poured it out of the bowl with his own hands, blew it, and waited until the soup was warm enough to drink, and then brought it into the room.

Qiu Wenpu's room was somewhat similar to Wang Ping'an's. It was also full of books, but Qiu Shanzhu had more books. Rows of bookshelves were filled with [-] to [-] books, and many of them were hand-held books. It is a rare copy.

There was a platform in the middle of the room, on which a bed was placed horizontally, and in front of the bed was a huge desk, not much smaller than the bed, Qiu Wenpu sat behind the desk, closed his eyes and meditated.

Qiu Wenpu was over seventy years old, but he didn't even have a single gray hair or beard, and there were few wrinkles on his face. Just looking at his appearance, he was actually several years younger than Wang Youcai.When Qiu Wenpu was young, he wore a green shirt and traveled all over the world. He originally wanted to be an official in the court and serve the country, but he didn't catch up with the good times when he was young. He has nowhere to serve his country.

When Emperor Wen of the Sui Dynasty began to select scholars, Qiu Wenpu went to Beijing to take the exam and successfully passed the exam, but he left Daxing City on the day the ranking was announced. Daxing City in the Sui Dynasty was Chang'an in the Tang Dynasty. He returned to Xuzhou, established a school, and founded Xiantong Academy.He finally figured it out, teaching and educating people is worse than working hard for his qualifications as an official. In the future, peaches and plums will be all over the world, and his reputation will be self-proclaimed, which is much more carefree than being an official.

The academy has been in operation for so many years, and he has taught many students who are officials in the court, and the students will repay him as a teacher after they become officials, so although Qiu Wenpu can't be called wealthy, he is also very wealthy. He didn't have any official position, but he said a word, and his disciples all ran to serve him.Qiu Wenpu lived a chic life, gaining both fame and fortune. In the past, countless people laughed at him for abandoning his official position and not being extremely stupid, but now, those who laugh at others are not as good as others. Whoever laughs at him again will be making fun of himself!

Qiu Tingxuan called softly: "Father, the Guizhi Decoction is ready and ready to be taken!" He lowered his head and glanced at the book case, and saw a book spread out on it, which was "Treatise on Febrile Diseases" written by Zhang Zhongjing. It is Guizhi soup.

Qiu Tingxuan thought to himself: "Although I told others that my father is proficient in medical skills, although it is a son's praise for my father, my father has indeed studied a lot of medical books. It's just a small cold. There is no reason why my father can't cure it, but why do I need to look up the books? Look at Fang, could it be that there is something special about the current wind and cold that makes father feel embarrassed?"

Qiu Wenpu hummed, and slowly opened his eyes. When he saw his son coming, he took the medicine bowl and drank the medicine without saying a word.Qiu Tingxuan fetched water for him to rinse his mouth again.

Qiu Wenpu wiped his mouth with a handkerchief, and asked: "Xuan'er, I'll give you a topic for my father. If the imperial court wants to dredge the canal, you estimate it will take a few years. If you want to make a strategy with this, you need to use How long will it be ready?"

Qiu Tingxuan understood in his heart that his father had received the news, since he could understand it, then his father could understand it even more.He replied: "How many years does it take for the crown prince to ascend the throne, how long does it take to dredge the canal, and how long does it take for the son's strategy to be completed!"

Qiu Wenpu was silent for a while, then asked again: "Then what books do you want to read before the scientific examination?"

Qiu Tingxuan said: "Agriculture, forestry, fishery and animal husbandry, land taxation!"

"Okay, it's good that Xuan'er understands. My father told you about the secrets of the scientific examination when he enlightened you. It's been more than twenty years, do you still remember?"

Qiu Tingxuan knelt down in front of his father, and replied: "On the day of enlightenment, my father taught my son seven characters. After Qiu Tingxuan's three characters, I figured out the four characters of Shangyi. My son was young and ignorant. At that time, I didn't understand the meaning. Now I fully understand it!"

Qiu Wenpu nodded and said: "Just remember. To be a good official, you must first be an official, and after becoming an official, you must be a high-ranking official. Only when you understand what you want can you become a high-ranking official. The higher the position, the more power, and you can do things for the people. The more things you have to do, the better you can be a good official!"

Qiu Tingxuan listened quietly to his father's words, and after a long time, he suddenly said: "Your father's words are certainly correct, but the son is afraid that he will lose his true nature after pondering over his ideas for a long time, and gradually stop thinking about the common people, and only think about himself. official position and wealth."

After another long time, Qiu asked Pu Cai with a long sigh: "Everything is easier said than done, how many people are there in the world who are not moved by fame and fortune? If there is such a day, you will learn to be a father, go home and teach .”

"I'm afraid my son won't be able to make his father's decision back then..." Qiu Tingxuan was referring to his father's resolute abandonment of his official career.

Suddenly, Qiu Tingxuan saw blood dripping from Qiu Wenpu's nose, he trembled in fright, and shouted: "My lord, you have a nosebleed!"

Wuli Village.Wang Pingan closed his eyes, and pressed his fingers on the wrist of an old man with wrinkles on his face. After a while, he opened his eyes and said, "Have you had trouble urinating recently? Come, let me press your waist."

The old man said, "What did you say, Young Master Wang?" He raised his arm and asked Wang Pingan to press his waist. When he pressed it to the left side, he gritted his teeth and said, "It hurts, it hurts here!"

Wang Ping'an pressed the button again, and said, "Urinating is urinating. I'm asking if it's not smooth when you urinate?"

The old man said: "It turns out that urinating is urinating. Yes, there is blood in my urinating recently, and there seems to be something blocking it."

"What's the pain in the waist? Is it like being pricked by a needle, or like being twisted by a rope? Well, you think of yourself as the wheel of the well, and the rope is tightly wrapped around. It feels like this. Is it?" Wang Ping'an put it more vividly this time.

The old man stretched out his hands and pressed his waist, and said, "It doesn't hurt like a needle prick, it hurts all over this area, what does the wheel feel like? I don't know!"

Wang Ping'an hummed: "Open your mouth and let me see. What's the feeling in your mouth?" It suddenly occurred to him that the old man might not be able to answer such a question, and he said, "What's the taste?"

"Bitter, I always feel bitter in my mouth." The old man answered accurately this time.

Wang Pingan saw the old man's tongue coating was yellow and greasy, and his tongue was extremely red. After thinking for a while, he said, "Your pulse is slippery, and then... how about it, do you have a pee? Go to the pee spot, and then bring it to me.

The old man felt very embarrassed, and said: "Master Wang, you are a nobleman, watching the little old man's urine, that's too..."

"It's nothing, you have to find out what's wrong with you! Go ahead." Wang Ping'an has an amiable attitude and always keeps smiling.He understands that his attitude will affect the patient's psychology. Whether his attitude is good or bad is related to a doctor's minimum professional ethics. have it done.

As soon as the old man left his seat, a middle-aged man snatched it up and said, "Genic Doctor Ping An, you prescribed the medicine for my daughter-in-law yesterday, and I boiled it for her when I got home. I only took one dose, and I'm fine today." It's gone!" He raised a basket in his hand, filled it with eggs, and said, "Master Ping An, keep these eggs and eat them!"

　
(End of this chapter)