Doctors must be so calm. They planned to give the patient an acupuncture in the middle of the medicinal bath, but she didn't see any difficulty.
After hearing this, the steward hurriedly followed her instructions and asked someone to go to the pharmacy to get the medicine, and sent it to be boiled as soon as the medicine arrived. However, the process of decoction is also very particular. You cannot use an iron pot for decoction, you have to use an earthen pot instead.
To make sure nothing went wrong, Nan Xian went to the backyard to inspect the herbs in person, and screened the medicinal materials one by one to remove impurities before sending them to be soaked.
The steward asked someone to set up a fire in the field in front of the kitchen. The two servants worked together to lift the jar onto the shelf, and the maid who lit the fire got busy.
Nan Xian looked up at the sky. The sky was as yellow as the patient's face. After standing for a while, the fine particles fell like salt, and the fine snow beads bounced on the jade steps, jumping very happily.
After half a stick of incense, the snow foam swirled between the sky and the earth, weaving into a dense net. Looking back through the layers of mist, the mullioned doors and windows of the pavilion in front were dimly lit with lights. The branches of two plum trees stretched out in front of the window, and the plum blossoms were blooming on the top of the branches. Apart from the mortal life and death, it was a poetic scene.
Children in the south can't help but be happy when they see snow, and Nan Xian is the same.
She was adopted by her parents when she was three or four years old. She can't remember anything before the age of three, but she can occasionally recall a vast expanse of white. I don't know if it's an impression from a dream or a remaining memory in her mind. .
Anyway, the snow makes people feel lighter from the bottom of their hearts, and the extremely difficult disease seems to become less difficult.
When the medicinal soup was half cold, the steward assigned people to carry buckets of them into the bathhouse. Nan Xian returned to the corridor to wipe the silver needles, and occasionally stretched out his hand to catch the falling snowflakes.
Most of the time, snowflakes are shapeless, but there was an exception today. Suddenly, she found one lying squarely on her forearm. The sandalwood material highlighted the translucency of the snowflakes. Nanxian hurriedly called Su He, "Look, there's a lot of snow here." delicate and pretty!"
Su He came over and took a closer look. It was indeed sharp and sharp, so he smiled and said: "This snow doesn't just touch the ground on its face, it's as beautiful as a Xi Tzu!"
Nan Xian lowered his eyes and stared at it. Because it was so beautiful, he really couldn't bear to blow it off. He just waited eagerly for it to melt away, leaving a thin trace of water on the satin surface.
Just when I was feeling a little melancholy, I heard the steward go out and call the young lady, "My husband has been placed in the medicinal soup. He is being watched over by others. Please come in and have a look, see if everything is properly arranged."
Hearing this, Nan Xian turned around and entered the door. The room was filled with hot air. Through the mist, he saw the patient sitting in the bathtub. The dark medicinal soup had covered his chest, and the soap-colored middle coat was tightly attached to his straight body. Her shoulders and neckline were slightly open, revealing a small piece of skin.
He hadn't woken up yet, with his head hanging down and his eyes closed, but due to the power of the medicine, his complexion became normal and his lips gradually turned red.
Nan Xian twisted the silver needle in his hand and said: "The poison attacks the heart and lungs and suppresses the yang energy. I want to raise the yang and lift the sun for him. It would be best if he can wake up after these two needles are applied. If he can't wake up, things will be difficult to handle." "
The steward's face turned pale when he heard that. Now it only depends on luck. He tremblingly raised his hand to her and said solemnly: "Madam Xiang, success or failure depends entirely on Madam Xiang. As long as my husband can be cured, my husband will be the best in the future." The Lord will surely surrender his life to repay the lady for his great kindness."
Nan Xian shook his head, "I'm serious, I was entrusted by my brother, but I'm just trying my best."
Without saying much, she walked up to him, asked someone to lift his head, and applied acupuncture at Baihui and Yintang. Insert the needle for three points and pause for a moment. Then insert the needle for two points and pause for a cup of tea. The time of this cup of tea is particularly important. Whether you wake up or not wakes up depends on this.
Holding her breath and concentrating, as if facing a formidable enemy, she carefully observed every subtle change on his face, and saw sweat slowly flowing down his temples. The sweat was yellow-brown like soaked in orange peels. At least she knew that the medicinal bath was initially effective. .
Listening carefully again, you can see that his breathing is gradually becoming more relaxed, unlike before, which was intermittent, indicating that his ability to regulate his heart and lungs is recovering. Nan Xian was secretly happy and asked someone to pick up his arm. She clasped his wrist and examined it carefully. Sure enough, his pulse became stable and strong. It seemed that most of the toxins in his body had been eliminated.
It's just that the silver needle in Yintang seemed to be floating for some reason. Nanxian leaned over to examine it carefully, and suddenly saw his eyelashes trembling and he slowly opened his eyes.
How to describe those eyes, they are so thick that they almost suck the soul into the deep pool. The black is the background color, but the lights reflected in the pupils are like the bright moon rising from the bottom of the pool, a colorful phantom sea, which is stunning and frightening.
He didn't know her, and the look in her eyes was full of inquiry. Perhaps no one had ever looked at him so blankly.
Nan Xian's heart tightened and he quickly let go of his hand. His arm was still weak and fell into the medicinal soup with a crash, causing a circle of black ripples.
"I'm awake, I'm awake!" The steward was overjoyed and stepped forward to ask, "Master, how do you feel? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"
The person sitting in the tub turned his eyes slightly, wanted to frown, and took a breath of cool air.
Nan Xian then remembered that the needle had not been confiscated and hurriedly pulled it out for him. It was done here, so he said to the steward: "As soon as the person wakes up, there will be no serious problem. Don't stop drinking the Zizhi Decoction for another seven days." , medicinal bath once every other day, soak for half a month, and the mushroom poison in the body will be almost eliminated."
The steward said yes repeatedly, with a cry in his tone, and said in a muffled voice: "I really don't know how to repay my kindness to my lady." As he spoke, he knelt down, "Little man...little man..."
Nan Xian hurriedly stepped forward to help. The young girl, who had never received such a great gift, declined with a guilty conscience, "It's such a small thing, I can't bear it. Please get up quickly, it's important to take care of the patients." As he said this, he stepped outside the screen to pick up his pen and dip it in his hands. Mo, "I will prescribe another prescription. Take ten doses of the medicine according to it and take it for seven days. After seven days, I will change the prescription. At that time, please send someone to check the alley to get it. Take it for another seven days. When the medicine is finished, this The disease is almost cured.”
The steward agreed one by one, and when he saw that she was about to leave, he hurriedly said: "My dear, why don't you stay for a while? When my husband comes out of the bath, I can thank you in person."
Nan Xian said no, "In our industry, there is no shortage of patients to express their gratitude. As long as the person is not seriously injured, it will be fine. The family must pay more attention to it in the future. Although the poison has been cured this time, it has also damaged the foundation of vitality. I'm afraid it will take a year and a half to recuperate. Your master is young and strong, but he can't afford to be damaged again. In short, be careful with the Wannian Ship."
The steward nodded and said, "What you said is very true. I will pay attention to it in the future." He walked to the door step by step and said again and again, "My lady's kindness will be engraved in the hearts of everyone in this house. When my husband recovers his health, Then go to your mansion to express my gratitude to the lady in person."
Nan Xian agreed casually and handed the medicine box to Su He. The master and servant boarded the carriage and headed south along the inner lane of Qingxi.
Taking a deep breath, the steward returned to the inner courtyard. At this time, the owner of the house had changed into his pajamas and settled on the bed. Seeing him come in, she opened her lips and asked, "Is he gone?"
The steward said yes, but said fearfully: "This time is really dangerous. If we get even a little closer, we won't be able to save him."
The person on the bed smiled and said, "Fortunately, you are lucky."
It's not that I'm lucky, it's just that everything works out.
The steward sighed and asked, "I will have an audience with you in court the day after tomorrow. The master has not recovered yet. How do you plan to arrange it?"
The flickering candlelight illuminated his frail face, and he slowly closed his eyes. "How can I go to court to see him when he almost lost his life? There is no need to hide this matter. We can let everyone in Jiankang City know." After saying this, he took two laborious breaths and murmured to himself, "It's a blessing in disguise. The Holy One must also give an explanation to the ministers."
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When Nanxian returned home that night, he saw a man lying in the middle of the hall when he entered the door.
Yunci looked on from the side and said with his chin in his hand: "Brother Shangyang, if you keep playing like this, you will lose your life sooner or later."
Qing Shangyang felt that the words were not pleasant to listen to, "I am studying medicine, how can I call it just for fun? What do you know, little kid? Go ahead." Continuous shouts pushed Yunci aside.
Hearing the sound of footsteps, he turned his eyes and looked up, with a smile on his face immediately, "Qiling, are you back? Give me an injection quickly, it's too uncomfortable for me to lie like this."
Nan Xian glanced at him helplessly. Although this man acted very unreliably, he dared to test the needle on himself and never harmed his subordinates. This was quite admirable.
He took out the silver needle, and the thin thread dangled in the shadow of the lamp. Before he could prepare, it quickly penetrated into the flesh. Nan Xian said coldly: "There are not many people in the world who can treat themselves to hemiplegia. If you are idle and bored, just find some needlework to do."
Qing Shangyang clicked his tongue, "You two sisters, one of you is meaner than the other. How can I be a decent man like needlework? What a joke!"
Nan Xian's eyes moved over slowly, "If you do needlework, you won't cause trouble to others. At least you won't paralyze yourself and come here to find me again."
Because we have been friends since childhood, we are not so particular about how we talk to each other. Qing Shangyang smiled cheekily and said: "If I didn't paralyze myself, there would be no reason to come to see you."
As a result, Nan Xian was so cruel that he stabbed him until he screamed.
It was snowing outside, and the snow flakes were getting bigger and bigger. The cold air outside the door rushed in, and was quickly dissipated by the vigorous heat in the furnace.
Qing Shangyang finally had some feeling in the left half of his body, and he had the time to talk nonsense with her. He crossed his legs and asked, "If Shishen hasn't come back yet, he won't get married and settle down in the south! Do you think he will take root there?" What should we do?" Then again, he patted his chest generously, "Actually, it doesn't matter. If he doesn't come back, I will take care of you..."
Unfortunately, before he could finish his words, he saw Yunci's head poking over him, baring his teeth and asking, "Brother, what about me?"
Qing Shangyang said it was bad luck, "You will get married when you grow up, so you don't need me to take care of you."
These words hit the head of Yunci's gun, and he said fiercely: "Don't think that I don't know what your plans are. You are not allowed to miss my sister. My sister will marry my brother in the future!"
Qing Shangyang rolled his eyes at her, "You can't talk nonsense like this. If you spread it, who will dare to marry your sister in the future?" He said smugly, "I'm different, I dare. Qiling, I'm going to help you. You have loved me so many times, and I plan to commit myself to you in the future, what do you think?"
Nan Xian ignored him and reached out to touch his cheek.
Qing Shangyang smelled something dangerous and asked cautiously: "What are you touching?"
Nan Xian glanced at him coldly, "Find the location of Yingxiang and Jieche. I read a strange book two days ago, which said that applying double needles on these two acupuncture points will make people speechless. Anyway, you often use them If you want to try the acupuncture on your own body, lend it to me to try it once, and see if the book is accurate."
As a result, Qing Shangyang screamed, "No, no, no! OK, OK, I won't say it anymore, I won't say it anymore..."
He doesn't speak, and the years are peaceful.
Nan Xian smiled, sat back in the armchair, and lowered his hands to warm himself on the stove. Occasionally looking at the scenery outside, Qing Shangyang always admires the leisurely atmosphere of Nanshan.
Alas, sometimes a joke doesn't have to be true. It's a pity that Nan Xian has never seen his forbearing affection.
