Zhen and Wu Langzhong had similar doubts.
The Zhang family has been practicing medicine for generations, and Zhang Yangjing learned from his grandfather. His grandfather was a famous doctor, and Xuanhu Jishi never looked at his origin.
We provide treatment to wealthy families, and we also provide treatment to homeless people on the street.
Zhang Yangjing inherited the temperament of his grandfather, so it was not unusual for him to go to a poor farmhouse to see a doctor.
What puzzled Zhen was that Zhang Yangjing came with A Zhen.
Could it be that A Zhen came from the palace?
Zhen didn't know how she felt when she thought of this.
There was a moment of panic.
He quickly regained his composure.
When old friends meet again, Zhang Yangjing will definitely not recognize her since she is already a rough peasant woman.
After all, she was only the same age when they met back then.
"I am indeed Zhang Yangjing."
Zhang Yangjing said with a smile.
"You are the doctor who treats Erlang's illness, right?"
The other party's momentum is too strong, and there is a sense of freedom and ease in the understatement.
Wu Langzhong almost believed that the other party was not a liar.
He took out the medicine book from the medicine box, Zhang Yangjing glanced at it and said: "This is my grandfather's note. He later printed it. There is only a clerical error in the section on typhoid fever."
Wu Langzhong completely believed that the person in front of him was his idol.
I was so excited that I cried.
"I am a doctor in this village, and my name is Wu Simiao." Wu Langzhong was quite embarrassed to introduce his name. His original name was Wu Yaozu, and his grandfather gave it to him in the hope that he would honor his ancestors. However, he loved practicing medicine and changed his name to Wu Simiao.
The country doctor has a heart to climb the peak of medicine.
"I heard that Erlang's legs have been treated by Doctor Wu. I would like to ask you for advice..."
Wu Simiao's heart beat loudly with excitement, and then swelled again.
Zhang Yangjing, the medical sage of this dynasty, actually asked him for advice like a country doctor.
"Where, where, you asked for advice, but you are offending me." Wu Simiao showed a humble expression.
"Erlang's legs..."
Wu Simiao began to explain his treatment philosophy, and Zhang Yangjing listened extremely seriously.
Mrs. Bai looked calm, Erlang's leg would be fine no matter whether there was a medical saint or not.
Looking back, I put the credit for this on the two people in front of me.
Xie Chuntao and Bai Banban were delighted, thinking that with the medical sage here, Erlang's leg would definitely be cured.
Xie Chuntao was no longer satisfied with her son just being able to sit. She began to imagine her son running and jumping.
Zhen was naturally happy. She didn't know about other doctors, but she knew Dr. Zhang's skills. She didn't even know how many people in the capital had been saved by the secret recipe.
She prayed that the Zhang family would find some secret recipe that could cure Erlang's legs.
Xiao Yuanbao took A Zhen to the courtyard and listened to Zhang Yangjing and Wu Simiao's medical experience for a while.
"The Medical Saint is amazing." Xiao Fuyuan said to Zhang Yangjing.
When others call Zhang Yangjing "Medical Saint", he will laugh it off. When he sees the cute little girl Yuxue in front of him calling him "Medical Saint", he smiles unconsciously.
Xiao Fuyuan and A Zhen came to the fence together.
The door of the house opposite is wide open, and the carpenter hired by the village chief is measuring and opening the door.
"How about I live here from now on and play with Xiao Yuanbao every day?" A Zhen said.
"Okay!" Xiao Fuyuan was very happy.
She also likes this little brother.
"I can eat fried chicken from now on." Xiao Fuyuan said.
"You can eat fried chicken every day."
Little Fuyuan happily spun around, pinched a willow stick hanging from the ground, made a willow flute and blew it in her mouth. After playing it for a while, she gave it to Ah Zhen.
A Zhen put it to his mouth, and the crisp sound of the flute rippled in the rich spring scenery.
Xie Xiaolian walked from the mountain path carrying a tree. Bai Dazhuang walked with him and also carried a tree.
Bai Dazhuang was working in the fields and saw Xie Xiaolian carrying two trees down the mountain. Worried about his legs, he dropped his hoe to help him share one tree.
"Brother." Xiao Fuyuan called Bai Dazhuang.
"Sister." Bai Dazhuang was in a good mood when he saw his sister.
"Brother Xiaolian." Xiao Fuyuan greeted Xie Xiaolian.
Xie Xiaolian handed Xiao Fuyuan a handful of wild flowers, which he specially picked on the mountain.
"Master, why are you here again?" Xie Xiaolian asked A Zhen.
Why, they all like to stay at Lao Bai's house in twos and threes.
This makes the Bai family think about them.
"Come whenever you want." A Zhen said.
"Yes, come here if you want. Just treat this place as your home." Shi Xin, with big white eyes, said to A Zhen enthusiastically.
"Master, I won't accompany you anymore. Let's repair the house. Uncle He said, you can live here after the repairs are completed."
Xie Xiaolian walked toward the yard carrying the wood.
He was a little lost.
His legs and feet were no longer seriously injured. Going up the mountain to cut down trees was the next best thing. The most important thing was that he hoped to meet the young woman who would bandage his wounds on the mountain... Oh no, girl.
Therefore, he deliberately got rid of his disciple Bai Zhaomei. He walked around the graveyard where they met several times, but didn't see a single person.
Xie Xiaolian even wanted to inquire in the village whether any of the girls who had recently been married to Xiashan Village returned to their parents' homes. Just after hesitatingly asking around, my dear, the gossip captain and village chief's wife immediately peeled off the cocoon and smelled a hint of love, and Xie Xiaolian was so frightened that she ran away.
The ladies in Shenshu Village, when the car starts to drive, it’s really hard for a single person to handle it.
Seeing that the house opposite Lao Bai's house had been renovated, people in the village came to watch the fun.
From now on, we will all be from this village, so we will look familiar to each other.
Even the village gossip group moved from under the big tree at the entrance of the village to the door of the big house.
"Xiao Yuanbao, who is this person next to you?" someone asked.
"It's the little brother. He's from the capital. He will live here from now on." Xiao Fuyuan pointed to the house opposite.
"The capital is so far away."
Oh, it turned out to be the new owner of this house, Xie Xiaolian's family. What kind of place is that in the capital, Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon? This kid is extraordinary at first glance, full of nobility.
Lao Bai's family was so lucky to have taken in an injured Xie Xiaolian and established a relationship with the family's head.
After all, it is the blessing brought by Xiao Yuan Bao.
The daughter of the Lao Bai family not only attracts fish and wild boars to the family, but also attracts noble people to the family.
"Boy, have you seen the emperor in the capital?" an old man asked A Zhen.
Ah Zhen's face became indifferent, he pursed his lips tightly and did not answer.
"Uncle, depending on what you're asking, you can't see the emperor casually, and he's not allowed to live in the Grand Palace. It's all protected by martial arts masters, and anyone who gets close will be killed." A young man made a gesture of killing someone.
"I don't know how rich life is in the palace. I heard that the ladies there have their windows covered with silk and satin, and they only eat sugar buns. Alas, if my daughter can enter the palace and become a queen, I will eat it three times a day. Burning incense." A young daughter-in-law clasped her hands together with a look of yearning on her face.
"Stop dreaming. We're from a remote country and it's not our turn to choose a queen."
"That's not necessarily the case. The fisherman girl sung in the play met the prince who visited him privately in disguise, and eventually became the empress."
"Don't mention the empress in the palace. The play only ends when the fisherman's daughter becomes the empress. The following days are not played. How will she survive in the palace?" the village chief's wife said insightfully. , suddenly lowered his voice with a mysterious face, "I went to Huaicheng a few days ago, and I heard that there are rumors in teahouses all over the city that our current empress strangled the little princess, imitating Wu Meiniang and blamed the noble concubine, and was The emperor found out and was thrown into the cold palace."
Everyone immediately stopped talking and gathered around the village chief's wife, their eyes full of eagerness, meaning to tell her quickly, what next.
The village chief’s wife is very satisfied with everyone’s response.
He continued in a cadence like a storyteller: "Originally, the queen's son was going to be crown prince, but it all came to nothing."
"Don't be framed by the imperial concubine. As a mother, I am not willing to strangle my child to death with my own hands. I feel bad when the child touches her. The queen is no longer a mother? She is already a queen and has a son. How could she do this? Such a stupid thing." The young daughter-in-law who just spoke had a different view.
(End of chapter)
