Lu Xuan was sweating coldly and kowtowed: "Your Majesty, the guilty minister really did not dare to slander the late queen. At the banquet that night, the guilty minister was distracted and did not listen carefully to the lyrics of the play."
As he said this, he felt that he had no excuses and apologized: "Your Majesty, please govern your ministers. It is a crime of neglect."
Lu Shen snorted and was about to have an attack when he suddenly heard a crisp sound of bells coming from far away. Not long after, a little girl about three or four years old opened the big red rattan and bamboo curtain on the side of the couplet. She rubbed her eyes and slowly came over. Suddenly she saw Lu Xuan kneeling in the hall. She was stunned, her eyes still looked sleepy. After all, he remembered the rules, gathered up his skirt, and saluted with a sweet voice: "Fourth uncle!"
Lu Huang raised his head, smiled and said gently: "Hello, Princess!"
Lu Shen immediately calmed down his anger and hugged the little girl in his arms. Seeing that there were still red marks from sleeping on her pink cheeks with a little baby fat, he asked: "Why don't you ask the nanny to put it on for you?" Shoes, the gold bricks in this palace are cold. You have not been in good health since you were a child. You will get sick if you catch a slight cold. If you get sick, you will need to take medicine. The medicine will be so painful."
The little girl lay in his arms, tilting her head to rest on her arms, and whispered softly: "Dad, I came out just to tell you that you are making a lot of noise."
Lu Shen groaned and stroked the little girl's back, and saw her small fan-like eyelashes slowly closing again: "Okay, okay, Dad won't talk anymore, you can go on to sleep!"
Lu Huan was still kneeling there. He was relieved when the little princess came in to interrupt.
Sure enough, after a while, Lu Shen, who was at the head, waved his hand wordlessly, signaling for him to retreat.
When Lu Huang left the palace, he did not ride a horse or a sedan, but walked slowly. When he arrived at the mansion, it was already time to light up the lanterns. Yu Shulan, the former Fourth Grandma of Yu, and now Princess Anfeng, immediately served tea and said, "Why did I call you into the palace today? I went there early in the morning and came back after dark. I was only worried, He also sent someone to wait at the palace gate..."
Before he finished speaking, Lu Xuan overturned the tea and splashed it on Yu Shulan's hand, which immediately turned red. Yu Shulan was not annoyed either. She put the tea aside and asked, "Is it because of the defeat in Fujian? Your Majesty's temper has become worse and worse in recent years. Please tell me that if you don't want to be on the job, then you shouldn't be on the job."
Lu Huang shook his head and asked her: "You also know that his temper has become worse and worse recently. Have you gone to the palace to see the Queen Mother again?"
Hearing this, Yu Shulan had some expression: "I went there yesterday and didn't meet His Majesty, so what's the point?"
Lu Huang sneered: "The Queen Mother advises Your Majesty to choose concubines widely. It has been taboo for the previous dynasty to involve the harem. You rush forward to do it. I'm afraid there are not enough lawsuits in our house. no?"
Yu Shulan refused to speak and said: "The Queen Mother is my direct aunt. She calls me, how can I not go? I have always been prevaricating about the matter of choosing a concubine after the queen is established, and I dare not say anything."
Lu Xuan's face improved. He sat down on the kang. Yu Shulan half-kneeled to remove his boots and wiped his face with water. She was very attentive and sighed with tears in her eyes: "Why are your knees so purple? I asked the maid to get some medicine." Come on, let me rub it for you? After all, you are brothers of the Lu family. How can you ask people to surrender if your majesty shows no face to you? Let’s forget it, but those ministers have no idea at all?”
Lu Huan frowned and reprimanded: "Shut up, you can say this."
He looked out the window for a moment and saw that the windows on all sides were wide open and the servants and women were standing far away. Then he sighed: "He is the emperor on horseback, so he naturally values military affairs and holds military power in his hands. Naturally, he doesn't need to look at those from aristocratic families." His face was constrained by them. Besides, I killed countless aristocratic families in Jiangzhou back then. When I entered Luoyang, some of them starved to death and others were killed. How could there be any decent aristocratic families in the world? He wanted to speak again. On the way, the imperial examination will be held again, and now the roots of those aristocratic families will be dug out. He will be the Holy Lord and Mingjun, and will establish a legacy for eternity. There are plenty of places to employ people, so I am not worried."
Then he stroked Yu Shulan's face: "Thanks to you for running this house, I know it. It's okay to take a break at home in the past few years. However, there is one sentence, you have to remember that you will never do anything about the Queen Mother. Forget it, go to the palace as little as possible. I'm afraid His Majesty's heart has not yet been settled about the matter of Empress Cui back then? What's more... not to mention..."
He stopped talking about what happened next: "As long as you educate your sons well, who can say for sure what will happen in the future?"
Yu Shulan nodded, leaned over Lu Huang's lap, and said softly, "Okay, I'll listen to you. I'll just do whatever you say."
As she spoke, she went to caress her lower abdomen. Seeing this, Lu Xuan asked, "Are you there again?"
Yu Shulan nodded shyly: "It's been four months and he's so noisy. I'm afraid he's still a son."
Lu Huan suddenly remembered the appearance of Princess Zhao in the palace today. The expression in her eyebrows was very much like her mother, Queen Cui, but her temperament was bright and generous, clever and cunning. For some reason, he blurted out: "It's not bad to be a daughter." , there is nothing better than being like a mother!”
Yu Shulan pursed her lips and smiled, and then said: "I have been loving spicy food these past two days. I don't know if she is a daughter, but if she looks like me, I can only ask God."
Lu Huan smiled and said nothing. After a while, his son said, "Let's serve the food! After the meal, you have to write out the apology note overnight."
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Azhao walked barefoot on the ground for a while in the afternoon, and then started to cough a little in the evening. Last winter, she fell ill and developed asthma. She would cough when she caught a slight cold.
The imperial doctor diagnosed her pulse and prescribed a prescription. The little girl drank a large bowl of medicine with tears in her eyes. Then she huddled under the quilt, burped the medicine, and asked: "Dad, my mother doesn't want me and hates me, so... ...are you leaving just now? Then you will encounter heavy rain..."
Lu Shen touched the top of her young grass-like hair and said in a deep voice, "Who told you this?"
The little girl's eyes were bright. She thought for a while, and her logic was clear even though she was young: "I went to greet you that day, and I got sleepy after playing for a while. I was half asleep and half awake, and heard the imperial grandmother talking to my grandma. After listening, I I want to cry, and I want to ask you. But, Nanny said, my father was also very sad and told me not to ask."
Lu Shen sighed, his chest aching, and he gave a wry smile: "It has nothing to do with Ah Zhao." But he only said this and refused to say any more.
When the little girl heard this, she immediately discussed the conditions: "Really, dad, if you take me out of the palace to fly the kite, I will believe it. I will fly it high enough that even the palace can see it."
Lu Shen immediately dismissed: "The wind blows and I'm going to cough again."
The little girl snorted, lay down, and muttered: "I'm already coughing!"
I don't know how long it took before I put Ah Zhao to sleep, got up and slowly walked out of the palace, and reviewed the memorial for half a night, but finally I didn't feel sleepy. I sat there, and I don't know when it became bright outside the window.
Suddenly, someone from Xiaohuangmen came in and reported: "Your Majesty, Lu Chenyan, the commander of the imperial guards, wants to see you."
Lu Shen finally gained some energy and said, "Xuan!"
Shen Yan was wearing a black robe and a silver bag tied around his waist. As soon as he came in, he said, "I've been away for half a year. Is the master still in good health?" After saying this, he took out a folded rice paper from a cowhide bag: "My servant monitors the civil and military affairs in the south of the Yangtze River for Your Majesty. I don't dare to slack off for a day. There is only one thing that I really don't dare to make up my mind about. I came back to the capital to ask my master for instructions."
Lu Shen briefly flipped through it and saw that it was just a record of the actions and words of officials from various places in the south of the Yangtze River, and there was nothing very special about it. Seeing Shen Yan say this, he hummed and asked, "Stop talking."
Shen Yan was carrying a cloth bag on his back. He immediately took it off and offered it with both hands: "Five months ago, I went to a banquet at Jiangzhou Weaving Mansion and accidentally found a page of missing prescriptions in Jiangzhou Weaving's study. Jiangzhou Zhi Zao didn't want to say anything, but because of his status as a slave, he had to tell the truth. He said that his mother had an emergency when she returned to her hometown to visit relatives, and was saved by a village doctor. Jiang was saved by disembowelment and disembowelment. Zhou Zhizao also said that the village doctor was a woman, and her display of medical skills had violated the ancestral precepts, so he only begged not to spread the word."
"When the slave heard this, he felt something was wrong and immediately went to investigate. However, he did not find the person at that time, so he did not dare to report it casually and ask the master to punish him. Finally, on the third day of this month, in a small village below Qiantang Town, the villager was found. The doctor's appearance and behavior are almost the same as those of the late empress. Everyone in the village calls him 'Doctor Lin' and respects him very much. The servants did not dare to disturb him, so they had to go back to the capital to ask the master for instructions."
A scroll was placed on Lu Shen's desk. He sat there, his expression unchanged, holding it with his fists. After an unknown amount of time, he asked someone to open it.
The scroll slowly unfolded, and one saw Lin Rong, dressed in green cloth, standing quietly under the peach blossom tree, holding an herb with purple stamens in her hand. When the wind blew, the light pink petals fell on her hem.
Lu Shen clutched his chest, and it took him a while to recover. He suddenly thought about it. If she was really planning to go back to Luoyang to see him, why would she rather work as a village doctor outside than return to the palace?
He stood up in a daze, feeling happy and sad for a while. Suddenly he heard his daughter's footsteps, and a little head emerged from behind the door curtain: "Dad, please take me out of the palace to fly a kite."
He knelt down and held his daughter weakly in his arms. Ah Zhao looked at the attendants standing around and wondered: "Dad, what's wrong with you?"
Lu Shen's hands were trembling slightly as he stroked his daughter's back: "I'll take you out of the palace to play, okay?"
Azhao didn't understand why and nodded like a fool: "Of course, of course."
Chapter 89
It was still dark, and there was only Ye Xianglang pushing a cart on the street. He was babbling on the bluestone and occasionally heard the barking of dogs and the crowing of roosters in the house.
A burst of crying came from the guest house next to the Qiantang County Nursing Home. The crying was faint at first, and then gradually turned into howling, as if something terribly sad had happened.
The merchants coming and going in the hotel were all awakened by the crying. They got dressed, got up, and went downstairs. Those who opened the door opened the door, and some complained impatiently. A businessman who had just settled here didn't know what was going on. He opened the window and stood on the second floor and cursed: "It's so disturbing and quiet in the middle of the night. Is this mourning? Shopkeepers, hurry up and take a look. It's not so unlucky." "
A middle-aged man with fish belly and white lake gauze robe has lived here for many days. He usually likes to make friends and complained about this man. He had drunk wine last night. He is also a kind-hearted and mature man. He stood up and said: "Brother Wang, as a brother I'll apologize for him. You don't know something, you must be mourning. Yesterday, the traveling doctor said that Luo Xiaoguan's intestinal carbuncle can no longer be cured, and I'm afraid it will only last for three to five days."
For a moment, the shopkeeper tied his belt and rushed out. He smiled and cupped his hands, and apologized to the merchants in the corridor and courtyard: "Everyone, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'm going to call his old family right now. , stop crying."
"Dong dong dong" knocked on the door, and an old servant inside opened the door. He was hunched over with tears streaming down his face. He couldn't help but cry when he spoke: "Shopkeeper, my young master is dying."
The shopkeeper turned his head and took a look, and sure enough he saw Luo Xiaoguan lying on the bed, his face was as golden as paper, dripping with cold sweat, his eyes rolled white, and he looked like he was in the next world. He exclaimed: "How can this be so good?" For a moment, I thought that no one should die in the store, and I thought about how to coax the person out.
Luo Xiaoguan also has some family assets, selling some rice, beans, raw silk, etc. The old servant took out a five-tael silver ingot from his sleeve and said, "I asked you to invite another doctor?"
The shopkeeper has been getting enough kickbacks from doctors and medicines these days. Although he is greedy for money, he can't accept it: "I don't know how many doctors have been invited these days. Even the doctors on the street have been called in. They all say that they are just afraid." The intestines are rotten in the stomach, and no one dares to administer medicine, for fear of killing the person and getting sued?"
The merchant Wang Guanren who had just stood on the porch to complain shook his sleeves, came downstairs, and separated the crowd: "You are locals in Qiantang. Don't you know that there is a village in Qiantang. It was originally called Xiayang Village because there was a sage named Zhang in the village. Also known as Dr. Zhang’s Village. Mr. Zhang in the village is the best at treating intestinal carbuncle. In the past years, I have seen him disembowel his body and bring him back to life. Why don’t I find him?"
Everyone didn't know, and the shopkeeper said, "How can you not know this? Only Mr. Zhang asked the Jiangzhou Governor to invite him. It has been more than a month, and I don't know when he will be able to come back. He is the old Mr.'s apprentice, and he is now very famous in the city. Dr. He was also invited, but he only said that it would have been better earlier, but that the disease could not be cured at this level. Asking him to take medicine would only cause more pain, and it would hurt him to death."
The official Wang thought for a while: "The old gentleman here has a closed female disciple, called Miss Rong, who often lives in the village. Have you gone to invite her?"
Everyone was in disbelief: "I have never heard of a woman practicing medicine, so ridiculous? Mr. Wang Daguan, you are from Huzhou and are unfamiliar with the place. Where did you hear this?"
The official Wang smiled, opened the real Jinchuan fan in his hand, and pointed at the many boxes of his goods piled in the yard: "Have you forgotten what I do? A medicinal herb merchant, this picture from the old doctor's village Over the past few years, I have grown many medicinal materials. This is why I come to Qiantang every year. I know nothing about anything in the village. Let me tell you, the medical skills of Miss Rong are better than those of others. I'm afraid she's even better than Dr. Zhang. She's a woman, and she doesn't like to show off much, so no one else knows what she's capable of. You listen to me and carry her out now, I'm sure she'll be saved."
Everyone is doubtful, and there are more people who don't believe it. After all, the old servant was so eager to save that he didn't care about so many things. He immediately gave the money and ordered the shopkeeper to remove the door panel. He spent another 600 yuan and hired two big-bodied sedan bearers outside to wait for the city gate to open. , and hurried to Xiayang Village.
As soon as I arrived at the entrance of the village, I saw that there were many food stalls on the country road. There were many people around the entrance of the village, including men and women, old and young. They came from nowhere and blocked the road. It's overwhelming.
The old servant was so anxious that he just shouted: "Everyone, please lend me a step, lend me a step, my young master is seriously ill and wants to go to the village to see the doctor."
Someone loudly replied to him: "Whoever comes here is not here to see a doctor. Today is the day of the monthly free clinic at Renhe Medical Center. I took a number there and queued up at the back. Dr. Lin hates jumping in line."
An old woman advised him: "Young man, hurry up and get a number. If you don't get a number, you won't be able to see the sick." As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a group of teenage children, singing songs and carrying schoolbags, running towards the village: "Benevolent and benevolent, pure and careful and diligent, the King of Hell told you to die at the third watch, but benevolent and harmonious will keep you until the fifth watch."
There are people like this old servant who come from other places to seek medical treatment and hear this song: "The King of Hell told you to die at the third watch, but Renhe kept you until the fifth watch. How can you be so loud?"
A gentle scholar on the side was also queuing up, separated by a group of villagers: "No, no, no, this is the comment of the Huzhou County Magistrate, not the boast of the medical clinic..."
As he said this, he saw Luo Xiaoguan lying on the door panel and was startled: "Scared, is this man still angry?" He was enthusiastic and waved to the boy who was maintaining order in the medical center in front: "Come here quickly. Look, this man is very sick."
The boy came forward, took a look, and immediately said: "Quick, carry it in!"
As soon as the old servant entered the village, after walking only thirty or fifty steps, he saw a brand-new three-story high-rise building, covering a large area. From the front, it looked like it had seventeen or eighty rooms. Entering through the door, you can see that it is even wider inside, with countless rooms and people coming and going on the gravel paths.
The doctors he met were all in white clothes, as if they were wearing filial piety. For a moment, he felt as if he had come to the Palace of the King of Hell. He was so frightened that he lost his mind. He walked around a flower garden and was carried to an unknown room. A few more came. A man in white clothes did a brief examination, checked his pulse, and shook his head: "Intestinal carbuncle, the pain is so painful that I almost fainted. Go and call Doctor Lin."
Lin Rong has developed a new problem of being afraid of heat in recent years. She sat outside in the hall and watched the free clinic for two hours. Then she sat back and rested, rubbing her scalp for a while until she felt so sleepy that she wanted to sleep.
Kingfisher twisted the handkerchief and handed it over: "Girl, wipe your sweat! You got up early in the morning and sat in front of the hall, and you haven't eaten yet. My slave will bring you a bowl of chicken noodle soup, so at least you can take a few bites first."
Lin Rong was already dressed in men's clothing. Although it has been a long time, everyone in the village knew that she was a girl, but they couldn't help but pay attention during the consultation. She just shook her head: "Outside, don't call it a leak. Also, also Don't call yourself a slave, here, you are my sister."
Kingfisher only felt awkward and shook his head in refusal: "Then how can it be done?"
Suddenly, a young doctor in his twenties ran in: "Junior sister, junior sister, go and have a look. Is there a patient with intestinal carbuncle who needs surgery?"
That day when the ship sank, Lin Rong, who was good at water, swam out of the window and rushed downstream. With the protection of Pei Linggong's old ministers, he ended up in Xiayang Village. The day she first arrived, she saw Dr. Zhang amputating the limb of a patient suffering from diabetes. She was shocked at that time. In ancient times, if a limb was amputated, how would it survive if it was infected? In modern times, it is also a major surgery.
Dr. Zhang snorted twice, thinking that she was the one who was horrified when he saw the doctor operating the knife: "Hua Tuo even performed a laparotomy and uncovered the skull, but I only amputated a diseased limb, so why should I be shocked?"
Lin Rong nodded and recalled the classics that his parents asked him to recite. Ancient Chinese medicine did have surgical procedures. The "Fifty-Two Prescriptions for Diseases" unearthed from the Han Tomb No. 3 in Mawangdui already recorded the use of surgical methods to treat carbuncle. , ulcers and other diseases. By the Ming Dynasty, there was a comprehensive classic such as "Surgery Zhengzong", which recorded in detail amputation, tracheal suturing, and nasal polypectomy. She sighed secretly: There are experts among the people. If she herself was worried about postoperative infection, she would definitely not dare to operate on others.
Lin Rong sat there, drank a bowl of sugar water, and then stood up: "Didn't you watch from the side when the master was doing the operation? What are you afraid of?" Carbuncle is modern appendicitis, the simplest one. For minor surgeries, as long as the patient's post-operative infection is not too serious, the survival rate is still very high - at least, in the words of Dr. Zhang, it is better than the certainty of death.
The young doctor called Chen Yuren. Hearing this, he scratched his head and smiled sheepishly: "Junior sister, you are very brave. I will learn from you again."
Lin Rong stood up, exhausted from exhaustion, looked at Chen Yuren and sighed: "Brother, when will you become a qualified front-line worker?" In modern times, she was half-dead from exhaustion as a front-line worker during department rotations, and then she passed the civil service examination. To be fair, who knows that going around in circles is doomed.
Lin Rong handed the bowl to Kingfisher: "You can eat the noodles, don't put them in the dumplings." He walked towards the consulting room and saw a panting young man with a face as golden as paper lying on the bed. Feed him the Gutuo Baoyuan Decoction. Lin Rong put his hand on his wrist to check for pulse, and pressed on the appendix. Seeing that the man slowly woke up, he asked: "Is it hurting here? How many days has it been? What's your name, and how old are you?"
The man could still speak, and he let out an ouch every time he pressed the button: "Luo Shigong, I'm twenty-three this year. I've been hurting for almost four days. It started hurting at noon the day before yesterday." As he said this, he felt sick and started vomiting.
Lin Rong poured some alcohol distilled by local methods into his hands and sterilized it. Seeing a room full of people surrounding him, he said, "Ask the family members to go out first. Brother, please explain to them clearly that the operation can be done, but it may not mean that you will survive. The informed consent form must be signed.”
Then he orally described the history of his illness: "Luo Shigong, male, 22 years old, has intestinal carbuncle of qi stagnation and blood stasis type, moderate throbbing pain in the right lower abdomen, white and greasy tongue coating, stringy and tight pulse, nausea and vomiting, surgical treatment is recommended, and hospitalization is required for observation. ." Immediately, an apprentice wrote on the side and handed it to Lin Rong to see. She nodded: "Take it out and sign it for the family members."
He also ordered everyone: "Prepare for surgery."
Dr. Zhang often performs surgeries, and he dares to do them. He studies this skill and enjoys it endlessly, but the mortality rate remains high. Lin Rong showed his skills and applied modern surgical techniques such as sterility, anesthesia, sexual balance, and anti-shock, combined with traditional Chinese medicine, and adapted measures to local conditions. The mortality rate was greatly reduced, and he was convinced.
The operating room was arranged as Lin Rong said. The instruments, clothes, and linens used were all high-temperature sterilized. Although they were not as good as modern ones, they could only be used for what they were used for.
First, Caowu San was given without anesthesia. After it took effect, he used a lancet to cut open the abdominal cavity. Although the man's pulse was not good and he looked quite serious, the inflammation inside was not as big as expected. , cut off the inflamed appendix, rinsed it, closed the abdomen layer by layer, and sutured it with a curved needle threaded with mulberry thread, which only took half an hour.
Then he gave the doctor's instructions: "Anti-shock Tongmai Sini Decoction, anti-bacterial and anti-inflammatory Qingre Powder, one for each person." After pondering for a while, he said: "He used the combination of dandelion, Andrographis paniculata, skullcap, coptis, Phellodendron, and Purpurea. Take medicine. Pay attention to whether there is any fever, and be careful not to let him take off the drainage strip."
An eleven or twelve-year-old girl on the side immediately wrote it down and replied: "Senior brother, the purple flowers and Andrographis paniculata are gone."
Lin Rong nodded: "Change to Daqingye."
