The middle-aged man had already seen that the young lady in front of him had medical skills, but at such a young age, what would he do if his attack was insignificant.
He waved his hands and refused with all his strength: "There's no need for the acupuncture."
Nie Qianqian was helpless. In her previous life, she was the attending physician at a key hospital in the capital. She was proficient in both Chinese and Western medicine. So many people came from all over the country just to call her an expert and let her get a few injections. In this other life, she was still disliked by others.
She could understand what the middle-aged man in front of her was thinking. In his eyes, she was just an ordinary peasant woman passing by.
She took a deep breath and said, "Your anemia is not serious. If I don't give you acupuncture to relieve it today, you may not be able to recover from this shit-eating posture for an hour. Trust me." , a secret recipe passed down from family to cure the disease with acupuncture.”
The middle-aged man looked at Nie Qianqian's eyes shining with confidence, and inexplicably wanted to believe her, but he still had the slightest hesitation.
"that……"
Nie Qianqian's patience ran out, "Stop being so nagging, turn around."
After speaking, he turned the middle-aged man sideways and applied acupuncture on his Geshu, Pishu and other acupuncture points. The acupuncture hand was accurate and steady, and the acupuncture was completed quickly.
The middle-aged man was still dazed, so Nie Qianqian turned over and stabbed her with the needle. He thought to himself, this lady looks weak, but she does have a straightforward character.
He was still a little skeptical, but the dizziness and dizziness quickly eased after she applied the acupuncture. When Nie Qianqian pulled out the acupuncture, he was able to sit up with his own strength.
This little lady's medical skills are so amazing.
"Go back and grab 10 grams of angelica, 60 grams of astragalus, 20 grams of donkey hide gelatin, 10 grams each of Rehmannia glutinosa, Chinese yam, Polygonum multiflorum, and wolfberry, boil it in water and drink it once a day."
"Medicinal supplements are not as good as dietary supplements. Your diet structure needs to change. You must eat more red meat on weekdays and eat offal 1-2 times a week."
The middle-aged man no longer had any doubts this time and nodded hurriedly.
After Nie Qianqian finished the diagnosis and treatment, she looked at the sun setting in the sky and sighed helplessly. With this delay, she wondered if she would be able to catch up with Uncle Li's bullock cart back to the village.
Nie Qianqian stood up, patted the dust on her knees, and prepared to continue on her way.
The man slowly stood up and said, "Madam, thanks to meeting you this time, you have relieved my dizziness. I don't know how to call you, I must be very grateful."
When Nie Qianqian heard what he said, she put her legs down again, turned around, blinked her eyes and asked with interest: "We meet by chance, let's forget about calling me, but uncle, how do you want to thank me?"
The middle-aged man didn't expect that this young lady, who was young and not thin-skinned, would speak so directly. He coughed twice and said, "Of course she has to pay for the consultation."
Nie Qianqian's eyes lit up. She was just thinking about rushing on her way. Why did she forget to ask for the medical fee? If you have money, you won't be a bastard. What's more, she is weak and poor and so short of money. She spread her palms and stretched them out in front of the middle-aged man. "That makes sense."
The middle-aged man was shocked again by her directness. There was no other person in Fulin Town who reached out to him to ask for money so directly.
He calmed down and hurriedly touched his pocket. He usually didn't carry a lot of silver with him when he went out. He only had some broken silver in his purse, about 2 taels of silver, which he gave to Nie Qianqian.
Nie Qianqian smiled brightly, her eyes turned into little crescents, and she looked like a little money-lover. She shook her money and said, "Thank you."
The middle-aged man waved his hand and said, "Young lady, I'm just kidding. I should thank Mr. Tang for today's business."
"Seeing that we both have round heads, I will give you a dose of medicine. Taking it will relieve your headache a lot."
The middle-aged man silently wrote down the prescription Nie Qianqian said and asked:
"Can you tell that I have a headache?"
Nie Qianqian: "Seeing a doctor is all about looking, hearing, asking, and understanding. Sometimes you can tell the symptoms of a patient just by looking at his face. Besides, I just checked your pulse."
Nie Qianqian took his pulse just now, but the time was short, but the reading was accurate. He used to see doctors in medical clinics, and the time it took those old doctors to check his pulse would make his butt hurt. "
Middle-aged man: "My wife is good at medicine, but she only found out the pulse just now. It only takes a short time to know the symptoms."
Nie Qianqian said, "If I diagnose your pulse carefully, I'm afraid I'll have to tell you about ten or eight of your problems. I'm afraid you didn't bring enough money for today's diagnosis."
The middle-aged man was stunned and speechless for a moment.
Nie Qianqian smiled and said, "Uncle, don't panic, I'm just joking with you. Ordinary people eat whole grains, so how can they not have any health problems? The ten or eight problems I mentioned are all minor problems and don't need to be taken care of."
The middle-aged man burst out laughing after hearing this, thinking that it was funny that the lady was joking with him like this, "What the lady said makes sense."
The middle-aged man originally wanted to chat with her a few more words, but Nie Qianqian really had no time to catch the carriage, so he left in a hurry after saying goodbye by fate.
If others saw it, Nie Qianqian missed a few more words with the middle-aged man because he was driving a bullock cart, fearing that he would shake Qianqian's head to see if there was any water.
As soon as Nie Qianqian's figure disappeared from the alley, two people quickly walked out of the back door of Jishi Hall. The leader was an old man with a gray beard, wearing a spacious robe embroidered with the words "Jishitang", followed by a A little boy in his 10s, with a childish look on his face.
"Master Tang, you can make it easy for me to find you."
The middle-aged man who was called Mr. Tang smiled sheepishly, "Just now, the county government officials came to report that the county government had urgent matters to deal with, and they left halfway, which made Dr. Zhang worried."
Doctor Zhang touched his beard and said, "I checked your pulse just now. The pulse is weak. It is a symptom of Qi and blood deficiency. You need to replenish blood and nourish Qi for good health. You must not work as hard as usual."
Mr. Tang smiled bitterly. As the magistrate of Fulin County, he was in charge of eight towns in one county. From the moment he put on his official uniform, he made up his mind to be a good official. County affairs were complicated and complex, and he handled them all personally. It was inevitable that he would not be able to do what he wanted. , he used to be very delicious, but now in order to save time, he eats stupidly, and due to long-term mental stress, he is nauseated by the sight of meat and meat. He has not eaten meat for a long time.
"What Dr. Zhang said was that I had just taken two steps, but unexpectedly I felt dizzy and fell to the ground when I walked out of the back door. Fortunately, a doctor passed by and gave me acupuncture before I recovered."
Doctor Zhang suddenly became interested, "Oh? Mr. Tang suffers from blood deficiency and needs mild blood-replenishing medicine to warm him up. How can acupuncture relieve the symptoms?"
Mr. Tang: "That's true. The doctor just pricked a few acupuncture points for me, and the effect was immediate."
Doctor Zhang, whose real name is Zhang Zhongjing, is the director of Jishitang Medical Center. He has devoted his whole life to this medical skill without any distractions. He has never married. He can be said to be a medical idiot.
Doctor Zhang suddenly became interested, his somewhat cloudy eyes brightened a little, and he asked eagerly: "Master Tang, do you still remember which acupuncture points are there?"
Tang Jincheng pointed to the acupuncture points on his body based on his general memory. Doctor Zhang stepped forward and couldn't help but directly groped for the approximate location pointed by Tang Jincheng and murmured to himself.
"Is it the Pishu point? Or another point?"
The little medicine boy next to him warned, "Ahem, master, this is on the street."
Doctor Zhang came back to his senses and rubbed his hands in embarrassment, "Mr. Tang was laughing at me. I couldn't control myself when I heard about this acupuncture thing."
In this era, traditional Chinese medicine has become popular, and the system of treating symptoms using naturally grown medicinal materials has become relatively mature. However, the development of acupuncture is far less than the accumulation of five thousand years of Chinese civilization, and it can only be said that it has just begun.
"Master Tang, is it my doctor from Jishi Hall who is treating you?"
Tang Jincheng remembered that Nie Qianqian was obviously not a serious doctor from Jishi Hall, so he shook his head and said, "No."
"I have been in the town for many years and have met all doctors, both famous and unknown. Can you describe his appearance?"
Tang Jincheng recalled the image of Nie Qianqian and said slowly: "She was wearing a gray cloth, ahem, and covered with patches."
Zhang Zhongjing: "Huh?" Patch...
Tang Jincheng: "There is a big bamboo basket on his back and two small bamboo baskets in his hands. He looks very tired."
Zhang Zhongjing: "Huh?" Three bamboo baskets...
Tang Jincheng: "He looks to be no more than 28 years old, and she is a woman."
Zhang Zhongjing: "Huh?" It's actually a little girl?
The little medicine boy couldn't help but say: "Mr. Tang, are you sure you remember correctly? There is no such person among the people we know."
Tang Jincheng shook his head, "You can't be wrong."
Zhang Zhongjing pieced together several adjectives from Tang Jincheng to create such an image.
A gray-faced, patched-up young female doctor carrying goods?
When did this person come to town?
