Gu Jingzhi placed Caiwei on the ground and went to the hall to accept the maid's greetings, ask him about his absence in the past few days, and deal with some affairs in the courtyard.
Although the master was not here, the room was cleaned every day, and the floor was warmed by the heat. Caiwei's hands, which were stiff from the cold just now in the car, felt a little stinging from the heat. She coughed and rubbed her hands.
Gu Jingzhi in the hall heard the sound of coughing and remembered that Caiwei had also coughed in Zhuangzi in the north of the city. He thought about it and whispered to Ping An to ask a doctor to come and see Caiwei.
Ping An felt bad. The second master didn't trust the doctor who was often used in the house, but he was celebrating the New Year. Where could he find a doctor? He thought for a moment, remembered the doctor Zhang he had just met, and went to Jishi Hall.
Jishitang is the ancestral property of the family of Doctor Zhang of Taiyuan Hospital. It has been in operation for more than 200 years, and all the doctors in the hall are descendants of the Zhang family.
Dr. Zhang's name is Zhang Linggu, and he is the only son of Dr. Zhang's second brother. His parents died when he was young, and he was raised by his uncle. Doctor Zhang took pity on him and taught him personally, caring more about him than his own son.
He has some talent in medicine, coupled with his diligence and studiousness, he can stand alone in his twenties. In recent years, he has often consulted and treated patients in the houses of dignitaries, and has always had a good reputation.
After entering the medical center through the entrance of Ping An Daji Shitang, a boy of seventeen or eighteen years old came forward to salute and asked politely: "Sir, would you like to take medicine or see a doctor?"
"Is Doctor Zhang here? There is someone in my house who wants to see a doctor." Ping An replied.
The doctors in the hall are all named Zhang. The other doctors have families, and they all go back to celebrate the Lantern Festival. On such festivals every year, Jishi Hall would be closed every year, but Zhang Linggu said that illness does not matter the year or festival. When patients go out to seek medical advice, no one in the hospital will delay their illness and volunteer to be on duty.
Firstly, Doctor Zhang felt that what he said was reasonable. Secondly, he also understood that this nephew missed his deceased father and mother. He was grieving and wanted to be alone in a room to meditate. Thirdly, he knew that he had caused some troubles recently and was embarrassed to talk to his cousins. When they met, they agreed to him and sent a boy to guard the place with him.
The clerk smiled and said, "Sir, only Dr. Ling Gu is here for consultation today. Do you think...?"
He was the one Ping An wanted to invite, and he said happily: "Very good, please come with me to Dr. Zhongyong's Mansion, Doctor Zhang."
The clerk asked Ping An for a while and went to the inner room to ask for a doctor. After a while, Zhang Linggu walked out with a wounded face and a medicine box on his back. He glanced at Ping An, gave a salute, and whispered: "Let's go!"
The two of them left Jishi Hall and walked silently on the street one after another. Ping An was amazed. He had been dealing with Zhang Linggu for three to five years, but when they met twice today, he didn't seem to recognize him.
Enter the Zhongyong Hou Mansion through the corner gate, pass through the long corridor of pavilions, and soon arrive at Ting Xuexuan. This time, the doorkeeper opened the door. She greeted Ping An with a smile. She was very surprised to see Zhang Linggu. She stared at the two people from behind as they entered the upper room. Unable to bear the gossip anymore, she ran to the east wing and knocked on the door. Ringing the door of Mrs. Li's room.
Mother Li opened the door and saw Mrs. Hu who was guarding the door. She scolded her: "If you don't look at the door carefully, what are you doing here with me?"
Mrs. Hu's face twitched, she was both excited and embarrassed, and she said mysteriously, "Sister Li, listen to me first. Brother Ping An just invited Dr. Zhang here, the same Zhang Linggu from Jishi Hall, the one who was beaten for hysteria."
Mother Li exclaimed: "What?" This Zhang Linggu used to have excellent medical skills and was often consulted by powerful people. Unexpectedly, he woke up a few days ago and became stupid and stupid. He didn't recognize the people around him. He was updated the day before yesterday. Do something amazing.
When treating Miss Zhou Zhou at the Censor Zhou's house, he even reached out and touched the patient's neck. How could Miss Zhou, a pure and pure woman, be subjected to such a great insult? In addition, Miss Zhou had always had a bad temper, so she threw herself into a trap and committed suicide, but was saved by the maid.
Although Miss Zhou was rescued, the serving maid and mother-in-law did not spare Zhang Linggu, the culprit, and beat him up, kicked him out, and was not allowed to enter Zhou's house again. The Zhou government strictly ordered that no news about this matter be allowed to spread, but Mrs. Zhou was incompetent and not strict in housekeeping, so some rumors spread.
When Mrs. Li heard about this, she gave Mrs. Hu a silver ring and praised her, "You did the right thing!" Then she hurriedly went to the upper room to see the master.
After raising the curtain and entering the room, he saw his master lying on the bed. After asking, he found out that Zhang Linggu had gone to the west wing where he was picking weeds. He didn't have time to salute, so he hurried to find her.
No matter how young Miss Caiwei is, she is still the second master's concubine. When she gets hair extensions, she will consummate the marriage, but she can't let that slut touch her. Mother Li ran anxiously to the west wing. When she saw Ping An and Zhang Linggu coming out, she rolled her eyes at them and ran into the house.
Mother Li looked Caiwei up and down and hesitated to speak. Caiwei asked curiously: "Mother Li, what's wrong with you?"
Mother Li asked bravely: "Normally, I shouldn't ask, it's just..., it's just..." Caiwei smiled and said, "What is it? Mother Li just says it."
"I just want to ask, did Zhang Linggu touch you?" Mother Li said through gritted teeth.
It turned out that this was the case. In ancient times, men and women were not allowed to have physical contact with each other. Caiwei read many ancient novels. Of course she knew about it, so she said, "Don't worry, Mother Li. You can only feel your pulse after putting on the brocade handkerchief."
Mother Li was relieved, but her desire for gossip suddenly aroused. She smiled and chatted with Caiwei about Zhang Linggu, explaining her actions just now.
Caiwei smiled and tried to be a good listener. Mother Li talked about how much Zhang Yuanfeng had worked hard to raise his second brother's youngest son, and she praised: "Mr. Zhang is really benevolent and kind!"
Mother Li said that Zhang Linggu had studied medicine diligently and practiced medical skills since he was a child, and finally became successful and famous. She praised him: "Dr. Zhang is really an inspirational star!"
Mother Li said that Zhang Linggu seemed to be a different person when he woke up. He didn't recognize anyone and acted strangely. Caiwei was horrified: "Could this Linggu have traveled through time just like me?"
Caiwei's face turned pale, she coughed, and said in a hoarse voice: "Mama Li, hurry up, I'm not feeling well, let Zhang Linggu come back!"
Mother Li panicked, saying, "You were fine just now, why are you not feeling well now?" She ran out to chase her, shouting as she walked, "Safe, let the doctor come back quickly, Miss Caiwei is feeling unwell!"
Ping An accompanied Zhang Linggu to the gate. When he heard Li's mother shouting, he muttered: "I just checked my pulse. He's as strong as a calf. He's not feeling well now. What's the matter?"
Zhang Linggu reacted faster than him. He turned around and ran back very quickly. As he ran, he said hurriedly: "The patient's situation is urgent, hurry up!"
Mother Li's shout also called Gu Jingzhi over. He quickly got out of bed, opened the door, went to the west wing, and rushed to Caiwei's side, "What's wrong? What's wrong?"
Caiwei's face was as white as a piece of paper, her eyes were moist and sparkling with tears, "I'm fine, I just want to see Zhang Linggu!" Gu Jingzhi looked at her doubtfully, Caiwei's tears were about to fall, "I'm really fine, I suspect Zhang Linggu He came from time and space just like me."
"Zhang Linggu, Zhang Yuanpan's nephew?" Gu Jingzhi asked.
Seeing Caiwei nodding, Gu Jingzhi also nodded and said, "That's more or less the same. I have a bit of an impression of him. In my last life, I heard that he was burned to death for disemboweling someone."
While talking, Zhang Linggu ran into the room panting. Seeing Caiwei sitting unharmed, he couldn't help shouting angrily: "What's wrong with you, a patient? Don't you know that people can be frightened to death?"
There has been a discussion on the modern Internet about the two names patient and patient. It is said that the name patient was only used in Manchukuo. It was not called that in ancient times. Caiwei also participated in the discussion.
So when she heard the word "patient", Caiwei suddenly burst into tears. She stared at Zhang Linggu with her big eyes and choked up speechless. Gu Jingzhi patted her shoulder, stopped Li's mother and Ping An, who were coming after them, and let them go. The superior said he had something to arrange, but he was actually afraid that they would hear the conversation between Caiwei and Zhang Linggu.
The room was cleared. The little girl just cried but didn't speak. The atmosphere was awkward. Zhang Linggu turned to leave when he suddenly heard the tearful little girl singing: "The vast horizon is my love, and the flowers are blooming at the foot of the rolling green hills..."
He was stunned on the spot, turned around for a moment, with tears on his clothes, and continued singing: "What kind of rhythm is the most swaying, what kind of singing is the most joyful..."
In modern times, at night in various squares, most of the aunties dance to the accompaniment of this song. It is familiar to people all over the country. From ninety-nine to just old enough to walk, almost anyone who can talk can sing this song, like Caiwei. Even a tone-deaf person can hum a few lines, which came in handy today.
The code was picked up. Han Caiwei and Zhang Linggu were both people who traveled through the world. The two fellow villagers held hands and looked at each other in tears with red eyes.
