Do you still need to find that person? Where to find it?
The Yang brothers looked at each other, and Yang Dong frowned, "But that girl... we don't know her."
"We only met in Qing County, so we were worried. She said she would send my son to the hospital, but I didn't dare to delay. Where can I find that girl now?"
At that time, I asked the girl who she studied under, but she had no intention of revealing it. Where could she find it? Yang Dong looked sad.
Dong Qicai thought to himself, as expected, his medical skills were really good. Even if it were not him, other doctors could just prescribe the right decoction for the young master and there would be no serious problem for the time being.
However, when meeting such a holy hand, it would be a pity if he could not ask for advice.
"I'm not joking. Although your young master is no longer in danger of life, if you really want to recover, I'm afraid you really have to find the girl who saved him."
Yang Xia took a step forward, looking a little excited, and asked: "Is it really possible for my young master to recover?"
Along the way, he saw many doctors, and they all said that time was running out. If the general was well cared for, he might still have some time to live. He hid these words for many days, neither daring to tell his son-in-law nor his son. Dare to say it to your brothers.
But what did he hear now? Is there any chance that his young master will recover? How could it not be exciting?
"Judging from his current pulse condition, he can only last for a year and a half. Even if I devote all my knowledge to learning, it will only last two or three years. But according to what you said and the prescription he took before, your young master But his life is not long, I am right, right?"
"Big, big brother... Young Master, he is really..."
Yang Dong's still swollen eyes turned red again. No wonder every time he asked a doctor before, his eldest brother always asked the doctor aside. Every time he asked him, he said it was fine, as long as he went to the capital to ask the doctor from the imperial hospital. Well, unexpectedly, his young master has become so ill.
Yang Xia patted Yang Dong's head and told the truth to Dr. Dong, "My young master is indeed seriously ill, but he insists on going on his way, so I thought that since I can't stop him, if I can get to the capital in time, I can invite Mrs. The hospital is ready for Young Master to take a look at, but I didn’t expect that Young Master today..."
Dong Qicai leaned over and took another look at Song Siwen's face. At this time, Song Siwen's face was no different from that of a normal person, as if he was asleep.
Admiration appeared in his eyes, "There are many schools in Xinglin, and you are lucky to have met an expert today. This is some kind of secret acupuncture technique that is not passed down."
"One injection can have such a miraculous effect. If we can find her, it's not impossible for your young master to be cured."
Yang Xia and Yang Dong looked at each other, bowed and said to Dong Qicai: "The people of Lingyang are also very convinced of your medical skills, otherwise I would not be able to find you here. I will try my best to find that girl. Before that, My young master, I’m sorry to bother you.”
Dong Qicai raised his hand to help him up, "As a doctor, this is what you should do. Don't worry, go and find him. Your young master will stay with me."
Although he has selfish motives, if he can't find it, he still has to fulfill his duty as a doctor.
The two Yang brothers bowed to Dong Qicai again, and Dong Qicai secretly guessed that this young master must have an extraordinary background. Just looking at these two attendants, one could tell that such many etiquettes must have been taught by a family that valued etiquette very much.
When Dong Qicai was taking Song Siwen's previous prescription and considering the medicine, Song Siwen slowly woke up. He opened his eyes and stared at the beams of the medical center, as if in a dream.
The first sentence is: "A Dong, what makes it so fragrant?"
The Yang brothers who were surrounding Dong Qicai suddenly looked towards Song Siwen. The two stepped forward, and Yang Xia asked cautiously: "Young master is awake, how do you feel?"
Song Siwen took a deep breath and seemed to wake up. Seeing that he was about to get up, Yang Dong hurriedly helped him up. After Song Siwen sat up, he saw an old man with a white beard looking at him next to the couch.
"Sir, this is Dr. Dong from Hua Medical Hall." Yang Xia said from the side.
Song Siwen sat up slightly, raised his hand and saluted Dong Qicai, and said in a clear voice, "Thank you, Doctor Dong, for saving me."
He still had things to do, he couldn't die yet, and even if he had to die, it couldn't be now.
Dong Qicai knew that he was weak and might not be able to get off the bed at this time, but even so, there was a sense of freshness in the way he raised his hands, which made people's eyes brighten.
"Young master, there is no need to be polite. The person who saved you is not me. However, you will have to drink my bitter medicine here in the next few days."
Song Siwen was a little confused and looked at the people around him. Yang Dong quickly told what happened, and then added: "She is the girl who treated several villagers in Taoyuan Village, Qingxian County."
"It's her."
Song Siwen remembered her. She had to negotiate for a diagnosis fee for headaches and fever. She would ask for one or two copper coins if she was well-dressed, and she would not charge free if there were patches on her clothes. She would be willing to pay even for a piece of fruit or a steamed bun.
Dong Qicai twitched his beard and wanted to eat cornbread instead? Are all today’s masters so fresh and refined?
When Yang Xia followed Dong Qicai to the outside to prescribe medicine, Song Siwen looked around and asked Yang Dong, "A Dong, what fragrance did you smell just now?"
At this time, Yang Dong saw that Song Siwen was fine and looking much better. His tense spirit finally relaxed, and the scene on the street appeared in his mind again.
"Young Master said that, but I remembered that when the Young Master was unconscious, the girl was giving him acupuncture, and there seemed to be a... fragrance that I couldn't put my finger on."
Yang Dong scratched the back of his head and thought for a moment, "Anyway, it's different from the incense I used before."
It was so special that Song Siwen still felt the fragrance lingering on the tip of his nose, making him feel quite energetic.
"I'm a little hungry."
"Master, wait a moment, I will prepare food for you."
After Yang Dong left, Song Siwen lay back on the couch and slowly breathed a sigh of relief. He touched his heart. If he had time, he would get there...
As the sun set in the west and a cool breeze passed through the hall, the servants of Prince Lingyang's Mansion all turned sideways and looked at the girl sitting opposite their heir apparent in the pavilion.
The girl in front of her had skin as smooth as cream and a very good complexion. Her fair skin was tinged with pink, and her eyes were shining with hope. I didn’t know what Xiao Qi wrote. Lu Zheng, who was sitting opposite him, smiled. This smile was as if The sunset on the horizon at this moment made everyone confused.
Although Xiao Qi still had that indifferent expression, Xiao Fuzi, who was serving him, knew very well that when had the eldest son of his family ever faced other girls like this?
Xiao Fuzi was extremely uneasy at this moment. He never expected that the girl who came back with their son would just clean up and leave the world like this. She was almost on par with his son.
"Tuk-tuk."
Xiao Qi knocked on the table twice and glanced inexplicably at Xiao Fuzi, who was distracted. The latter immediately came back to his senses and put on a smiling face.
"master."
Xiao Qi is a pamphlet. He cannot speak and was unwilling to learn sign language when he was a child. He always writes down his instructions in the pamphlet he carries with him.
At this moment, Xiao Fuzi followed Xiao Qi's eyes and saw clearly the words above, "Prepare some pastries, red bean cake, hibiscus cake, almond cheese..."
Xiao Fuzi's eyes widened, wondering why the eldest son of his family liked these sweet and greasy foods. Then, when he raised his eyes, he saw Lu Zheng, who was leaning on the table with his elbows and dragging his chin, looking at him with a smile.
He miraculously understood the meaning on Lu Zheng's face: Thank you very much.
