When the Xu Mo brothers and sisters left the Dou family, the goose feathers turned from big to small, and seemed to be gone.
"The snow should stop this time." He held his sister's hand and sighed.
"Why, brother?" Jiang Sheng, who had never observed the weather, wondered.
Xu Mo raised the corners of his mouth, his eyes full of hope and exuberance, "Because the sun has appeared."
All wind and rain will end in the sunshine, just like all the hard work cannot withstand justice and strictness!
One big and one small walked steadily, and behind them, golden light rose.
In the neighboring county town that was also affected by the heavy snow, a young man with unkempt hair jumped up and looked up to the sky laughing, "The snow has stopped, the snow has finally stopped. I can go home after two more days of snow. Sheep, sheep, you can have it." Hold on, my sister will be sad if you die."
The sunshine spread into Taiyuan Hospital, and the frail young man who had spent two nights searching for ancient books also stood up and shouted in surprise, "I found it, I found it."
Next to him, Wu Ziyou was dozing with his cheek propped up. He was also the grandson who went to Wen's Medical Center in a group of three generations. He murmured in his sleep, "What have you found? I tell you not to look for it. The only thing in this world is acupuncture." It can change the pulse.”
Wen Zhiyun also knew that acupuncture could change the pulse condition. He had already seen it with Dr. Wu.
But what they want to change is the pulse of the Tian family. Who can stand up and say, "Your Majesty, let me give you an injection."
Direct acupuncture was impossible, but Wen Zhiyun didn't want to take the risk of misdiagnosis. If the Tian family seriously pursued the case, half of the doctors in the Imperial Hospital would die.
If anyone is afraid of death and finds out the fifth prince behind him, it will be difficult to do anything good.
Wen Zhiyun asked his eldest brother about the situation before he came. He knew that Concubine Ju was eyeing all the princes, and Xiao Wu, as the only legitimate heir, attracted people's attention. Even if she was deliberately invisible, there would be people who would cause trouble.
He also knew that there was another prince among the princes who pretended to be a pig and ate a tiger. He would join the Fang family and stick out his fangs at any time, but he didn't know who he would stab.
As the fourth brother, he should protect his younger siblings.
At any time.
"It is also the acupuncture points that are stimulated by acupuncture to change the pulse, mainly on the Jiquan point and Yuanxun point. If we can use massage to squeeze the two acupoints quietly..." Wen Zhiyun pointed to the ancient book, which clearly stated It says, "Sharp finger pain can also cause stimulation."
Wu Ziyou was slightly stunned. He didn't expect that this frail-looking little doctor would be quite perseverant, "But, how do you give Tianjia a massage?"
Taking a detailed look at the medical systems of the past dynasties, tuina massage originated in the pre-Qin period and flourished in the Sui and Tang dynasties. It was later interrupted due to foreign invasions. Today, it cannot be said to be lonely, but it is rarely used.
Wen Zhiyun first started to work as a massage doctor to help his brothers get information, and now he has some experience.
"Why do you let Xiaowu... let Your Highness worry about massaging Tianjia?" He changed his words in time, "I'll practice hard these days."
Massage requires strength. The weak, boneless fingers suddenly exert force and can crush dried walnuts shipped from northern Xinjiang.
In the next period of time, walnuts may be indispensable in the hospital.
Wu Ziyou was helpless, but he still picked up his exclusive medicine box and tried to find a way to send the news to Xisan Institute.
Getting Tianjia to receive a massage can be difficult or easy.
The difficulty is that Wen Zhiyun is too young. The whole hospital is full of old men with gray beards, or even middle-aged men like Wu Ziyou's father.
The traces left by time are the best medicine in the eyes of patients.
There is rich experience, accumulation, and prejudices left over from ancient times.
To put it simply, it was because the Tian family was diligent in government and loved the people. They always sat on the dragon table all night, and often suffered from shoulder and neck pain. All the maids in the Qianqing Palace had to relax their shoulders for him from time to time.
Chang Yan didn't even need to make any extra calculations. He just deliberately let it slip that he would ask a little medicine boy to massage his waist and spine when he felt uncomfortable. Manager Wu's eyes lit up, "It can relieve the waist and spine, but can it relieve the shoulders and neck?"
"Maybe." Chang Yan hesitated, "I'm not sure."
Anyway, I'm on duty at Tai Hospital. If you want to know the answer, just call me over.
Manager Wu did not hesitate. He summoned Wen Zhiyun that day and met Wen Zhiyun, who he had already known was a young "little medicine boy". When he saw him, he was still a little shocked, "Is this little kid twelve or thirteen years old?"
Such a young child can only pick out a few medicines. What can he understand?
If he fails to massage Tianjia, if there is any damage left, his eight heads will not be enough to chop him off.
Seeing Manager Wu's hesitation, Wen Zhiyun stood up holding the palm of his hand and said, "I've met Mr. Manager, I'm fourteen years old this year, and my family has massage skills. Even if it doesn't relieve me, there's no harm."
"You said there's no harm, just because there's no harm? If something happens, our family still wants to keep their brains alive." Manager Wu waved his hand and decided to use acupuncture safely.
"Master General Manager." Wen Zhiyun still wanted to fight for it, "Why don't we let the boy massage the shoulders and neck of the General Manager first, and then make a decision."
Manager Wu was stunned. As a close servant of the emperor, he could stand as long as Tianjia sat down. It was impossible not to have a sore back and waist. However, Tianjia could still ask the palace maid to hammer her shoulders, but he could only ask his godson to help.
What relaxation can a little eunuch with rough hands and feet do?
Speaking of which, his shoulder and neck pain was even worse than Tianjia's.
"The steward's arms are very stiff when he moves. It can be seen that there is blood congestion in the flesh and the muscles and bones are stiff. They need to be smoothed out before they can feel comfortable." Wen Zhiyun's eyes were sincere.
Manager Wu was finally moved, "Then come and give it a try."
He tests the poison when eating in the Tian family, he tastes the cure in the Tian family first, and the chief eunuch is always on the road.
Next, a scream like a slaughtering pig came from the side hall, accompanied by Manager Wu's plea for help, "Come here, someone is committing murder, please save our family..."
But when the sourness disappeared, he felt light again and felt so good that he couldn't describe it.
"It doesn't hurt, but pain means it doesn't work. The manager needs a massage to relax." Wen Zhiyun was honest and well-behaved beside him.
Manager Wu waved away the sword-wielding guard and finally smiled, "I'll try again if I have some tricks."
As the sound of killing pigs comes one after another, it goes from heartbreaking to comfortable and smooth, from interest to acceptance.
Manager Wu finally recommended Wen Zhiyun to the Tian family.
Whether it was out of trust or because he really had no time to be distracted, Tianjia let him get started easily.
Wen Zhiyun didn't dare to do anything at first, so he massaged with all his strength. Only on the eve of routine pulse diagnosis did he dare to try pressing key acupoints.
This change in pulse condition lasts for two or three days at most, but it is enough.
As the head of the country, Tianjia would conduct routine pulse diagnosis twice a month, with the two most respected old doctors from the Imperial Hospital taking turns.
I thought I would also hear the words about cocoon this year, but I didn't want to be responsible for diagnosing the pulse. After repeated detection, his legs went weak and he knelt on the ground.
