Time flies, the sun and the moon fly by, and it is already the first day of April.
During this period, the miracle doctor Wang Yuanqing came over almost every day to check on Duan Wenjun's recovery.
According to his many years of medical experience, there is no possibility that Duan Wenjun will recover as before, or even wake up.
The reason why he said that unless a miracle happened at that time was just a comforting word because he was worried that Duan Daxiong would be overly sad after losing his beloved son.
He didn't expect that a miracle would happen just by saying it casually.
This actually made his reputation as Divine Doctor Wang even more famous.
However, rather than saying that he comes to help Duan Wenjun with his diagnosis and treatment every day, it is better to say that he comes to study why Duan Wenjun recovers so quickly.
He would come to Duan Mansion on time at 9 o'clock every morning to report, euphemistically saying it was to see a doctor, but in fact he wanted to study what Duan Wenjun had done in the morning.
The young master who used to sleep until noon every day actually got up at 9:00 every day and walked or jogged around the yard. He could understand it.
After all, when you are recovering from a serious injury, a little exercise will help your body recover.
However, Duan Wenjun also practices a boxing technique called "Tai Chi" in the yard, which interests him very much.
Wang Yuanqing believed that he was well-informed, good at fisting, and knew many friends in the world.
However, this Tai Chi was something he had never heard of or seen before.
When Duan Wenjun saw that he was interested, he was not stingy at all and directly taught him a few tricks.
After practicing this, he discovered that this boxing technique seemed weak and weak, but it also contained huge potential.
It may not be considered a superior skill, but it is definitely good for strengthening the body.
As soon as he walked into the left courtyard of the Duan family, he saw Duan Wenjun practicing boxing in the courtyard.
Before he could say anything, Duan Wenjun had already seen him: "Doctor Wang, you are late today. Could it be that your wife caught you and handed over the public food?"
Wang Yuanqing blushed, "Master Duan, you are joking again."
After spending more than half a month together, he had long been familiar with Duan Wenjun's obscene humor.
Using "paying public wages" to describe things between husband and wife sounds crude, but it seems very appropriate.
After practicing a set of Tai Chi with Duan Wenjun, they rested for a while, and Wang Yuanqing began to diagnose his pulse.
"Master Duan, you are so lucky. Now your pulse is getting more and more stable, and your body should be back to normal in two months at most." After diagnosing the pulse, Wang Yuanqing said with a smile while packing the medical box.
"Two months? Is it too long?" Duan Wenjun was stunned and looked at him.
"It took a hundred days to break your muscles and bones, not to mention that you survived a catastrophe! You can recover so quickly because of the high incense burned by your Duan family ancestors." Wang Yuanqing rolled his eyes at him and replied.
"The miracle doctor is right, everything the miracle doctor said is right." Duan Wenjun looked at Wang Yuanqing and said with a smile, "Come on, I made preserved egg and lean meat porridge this morning. Let's eat and drink two bowls together?"
"Okay, let's go!" Wang Yuanqing's eyes lit up and he quickly stood up.
A few days ago, he tasted the preserved egg and lean meat porridge made by Duan Wenjun. Looking at the dark stuff in it and the faint strange smell, he was very resistant before eating it.
But after Duan Wenjun forced him to take a few sips, he fell deeply in love with it. He drank two large bowls of it and still has endless aftertaste.
As for what this preserved egg is, he has never heard of it.
Duan Wenjun gave him a few preserved eggs, but the taste of the ones he made himself was really unflattering.
Seeing Wang Yuanqing's expectant and excited look, Duan Wenjun couldn't help but smile.
Xiao Xingzi kept telling herself that Doctor Wang had a very weird temper and was difficult to get along with, so she should be careful.
But after spending more than ten days with this little old man, it’s not difficult to get along with him...
When she came to the house, Cuiping had already served the porridge, which was neither cold nor hot, and served with two cold dishes, just right...
"Master Duan, I heard from Xiao Xingzi that you had a new work last night?" After finishing a bowl of porridge, Wang Yuanqing burped and licked his lips.
Duan Wenjun picked up a piece of cold dish and put it into his mouth, with a puzzled look on his face, "New work? What new work?"
"Doctor Wang, this is the poem my young master recited last night." Before Duan Wenjun finished speaking, Duan Xiaoxing had already handed over a piece of paper.
Duan Wenjun didn't know, but Duan Xiaoxing knew that the miracle doctor Wang Yuanqing not only had superb medical skills, but also had a lot of knowledge. He had also been personally mentored by Qin Feng, the dean of Sihai Academy.
The last time I showed the young master's poem "Suddenly like a spring breeze coming overnight, thousands of pear blossoms are blooming on the trees", he was greatly amazed.
If the poem last night could be recognized by him, then the young master might become famous in Wangjiang City.
Wang Yuanqing took a look at the manuscript handed over by Duan Xiaoxing, and was immediately stunned, "Is this really Master Duan's work?"
As he spoke, he began to chant softly.
“The beautiful day brings beauty to the shores of Surabaya, and the boundless scenery is new for a while.
It is easy to recognize the spring breeze, and it is always spring with its colorful colors. "
Such a wonderful poem was actually written by such an ignorant and incompetent young man?
It's hard to believe.
However, if you think about it carefully, this poem seems to be very consistent with the young master's temperament.
Everyone in Wangjiang knows that the young master of the Duan family likes to seek beauty and ask willows, but the word "Xunfang" definitely reflects it.
However, the Sishui River was the place where Emperor Taizu of Dashun made his fortune. When had he ever traveled there?
Moreover, if you carefully consider the contrast and balance of this poem, it seems that some of it is not particularly neat.
But there is a unique charm in the plainness, which vividly describes the beauty of this spring...
After coming out of Duan Mansion, Wang Yuanqing went directly to Sihai College without stopping at all.
Just after he sat down in front of Qin Feng, he couldn't wait to take out the poem Duan Xiaoxing just wrote to him, "Teacher, look!"
The last time, when Qin Feng heard the poem "Suddenly a spring breeze came overnight, and thousands of pear blossoms bloomed on the trees", he felt that Duan Wenjun was just a blind cat who met a dead mouse, and he got lucky and came up with such a sentence.
But everyone knows that writing poems and lyrics cannot be done by luck.
Even if it was luck last time, what about this time?
If today's poem is really written by Duan Wenjun, I'm afraid Wangjiang City will have another talented man.
Talent.
Yes, he is a talented person, and he is a romantic and talented person.
Since ancient times, it is normal for talented people to be sentimental, absurd and dissolute.
Wang Yuanqing thought silently in his heart.
Seeing that Wang Yuanqing, who had always been steady, seemed a little reckless today, Qin Feng was a little unhappy.
She took the paper he handed over and was about to say a few words to him, but her eyes were suddenly attracted by the poem above.
"What a poem! What a poem!" Qin Feng couldn't help but slapped his hand on the table and shouted loudly.
Poetry text is something that scribes have always admired, but since the founding of Dashun, most people have tended to write poems and poems.
Gradually, there are very few people who are good at poetry and quatrains.
Even though he is hailed as a literary master by the world, he is only good at poetry and poetry...
Now that he saw such a good poem, how could he not be excited?
"Yuanqing, who wrote this poem?" Qin Feng raised his head and looked at Wang Yuanqing.
When the words Duan Wenjun came out of Wang Yuanqing's mouth, Qin Feng was stunned.
He heard Wang Yuanqing say that it was a miracle that Duan Wenjun could wake up.
These days, he also heard Wang Yuanqing mention that Duan Wenjun seemed to have changed a lot.
But, can a dandy boy really write such a good sentence?
Or maybe he was hiding his clumsiness before?
Or maybe someone wrote it on his behalf?
Thinking of this, Qin Feng frowned. No, he had to think of a way to test him and screen him...
