Yang Qian couldn't sit still.
"Are you saying that all my frontline soldiers have symptoms of post-traumatic stress disorder?"
Ge Xiuming smiled.
"Almost very few. What I'm talking about is that those who came down from the front line, especially those who were imprisoned, almost have this disease to some extent."
"Then are there any effective ways to manage it?"
Ge Xiuming put his hands behind his back and talked eloquently.
"Master Hou, things are not that simple. I have discovered that this disease called post-traumatic stress disorder has three types. Of course, I cannot rule out the fourth type. At least I have studied dozens of people and have not found the fourth type."
Yang Qian immediately showed interest, and there was no need to worry about anything. After all, every time Ge Xiuming showed this expression, it was equivalent to having a speaker hanging on his body and BG playing directly.
"Introduce me carefully."
"promise!"
"According to old analysis, there are three types of post-traumatic stress disorder in our medical practice."
"First: Heart Yang weakness syndrome: manifested as palpitations, panic, memory loss, reluctance to speak, or indifference to life, etc."
"Second: Yang deficiency and phlegm disturbance syndrome: manifested as heavy head, dizziness, panic, apathy, disorganized behavior, insensitivity to human affairs, etc."
"Third: Cold phlegm intrusion syndrome: Mainly manifested by frequent nightmares, heavy head, delusions, hallucinations or recurring traumatic dreams, etc."
When Ge Xiuming finished speaking, the first person to be shocked was not Yang Qian, but Zhang Yumeng. The main reason was that she was not a professional in this field and she only knew a general idea about this disease, but she didn't know what it was specifically.
Yang Qian ignored Zhang Yumeng and asked Ge Xiuming, "Who does Jiang Lan belong to?"
Ge Xiuming was stroking his beard, his face full of pride.
"According to this woman's performance, it should be the third type. Then the treatment should be based on the principles of warming and replenishing Yang Qi, awakening the spleen and reducing phlegm. You can use the combination of Fuling Sini Decoction, Guizhi Licorice Dragon Bone Oyster Decoction and Erchen Decoction. The prescription consists of Ginseng, aconite, licorice, dried ginger, cinnamon twig, oyster, dragon bone, pinellia, orange, and white poria."
"As long as you take one course of treatment, you can achieve effective changes. If it is severe, you will need three courses of treatment and proper cultivation."
"Then you have packed this girl's medicinal ingredients. Now go and get the medicine."
Ge Xiuming immediately ran outside. It was another fresh material, so why not do it.
Ge Xiuming's current life is comparable to that of an immortal. He rarely sees a doctor or consults. Except for a few generals such as the Marquis, his apprentices usually treat people.
Every day he studied the massive medical books thrown over by the Marquis.
I read about Poria Sini Decoction from the "Treatise on Febrile Diseases", but it was a pity that Mr. Hou didn't tell me where the author was.
Zhang Zhongjing's medical skills are definitely better than his own, but it is a pity that he did not have the opportunity to visit him.
This incident also became a regret in Ge Xiuming's heart.
Throwing Jiang Lan onto the side couch next to him, Zhang Yumeng looked at Yang Qian with a strange expression on his face.
"Why are you looking at me like that?"
Yang Gan frowned, very unhappy, and Zhang Yumeng looked at him like a thief.
Zhang Yumeng looked up and down and frowned.
"Jiang Lan looks so much like my best friend, you won't fall in love with her, right?"
Yang Qian suddenly couldn't laugh or cry.
"How is it possible? I'm not that kind of person. As a good young man in the new century, I'm still very traditional. Besides, I don't like Tang Wei very much."
Zhang Yumeng looked suspicious. After thinking about it, it seemed to be the same reason. In the past, beautiful women seemed to be quite rare.
Many little girls in the previous life relied on beauty and filters 30% and 70%, but in reality, they couldn't even see it.
For ordinary girls, three points depend on appearance and seven points depend on matching.
As for yourself? What should I rely on? It is a natural beauty and there is nothing I can do about it.
But now?
Not to mention the women around Yang Qian, even the dancers he raised, all of them were of average or above average appearance.
The one who ordered it was a beautiful woman.
Thinking of this, she felt relieved. For the time being, she had no idea of adding more sisters.
In order to sprint the small joints, Yang Qian almost slept in his tent at night. Later, after entering the palace, he had to deal with things and practice the second step of Qi. He basically did not touch women, which made Zhang Yumeng very uncomfortable.
Soaring in the clouds and mist every night is very helpful for sleeping. Now it's better. For more than half a month, this boy lived like an ascetic, and he really didn't touch a woman.
Sure enough, if men can quit smoking and lusting after women, there is nothing they can't do.
Zhang Yumeng swayed her plump body and came to Yang Gan, hooking his chin, her eyes filled with spring water.
"Would you like some extras tonight?"
Yang Gan moved back unconsciously.
"Forget it, I was beaten badly recently. My whole body is sore. This morning, I almost beat the shit out of me. It still hurts so much."
Zhang Yumeng couldn't help but feel anxious. She was training every day and taking a lot of tonic herbs. Her whole body was full of energy and blood, so she naturally needed a place to vent her anger.
She was seen sitting entirely on Yang Gan, holding his face with both hands, and pressed Yang Gan's mouth until it puckered.
"Old Ge has said, I have to do it every day. You have been a monk for more than half a month. What? You want me to become a nun? Bah, that is impossible. Let me tell you, during this period, Murong Gui You can sleep with us."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, that figure, that figure, those long legs, let alone a man, I can't stand it."
Yang Qian suddenly looked curious, "Is it really that good?"
Zhang Yumeng pursed her lips and nodded.
"The texture, I feel, is no different from mutton-fat jade. It's really unfair. Do people in cold places have better skin?"
"And those two headlights, I'm envious of them, oh my God."
"Qingqing has become plumper recently, and it's all your cup of tea. You're under so much pressure, don't think about it."
"By the way, Krisna has recently started taking the medicated bath provided by Lao Ge. She soaks in the bath for half an hour every day. Her skin is very smooth, and when she doesn't exert any force, her whole body feels warm. You won't call her a muscle anymore. She’s a girl, right?”
"And~~~~"
When Zhang Yumeng was about to say something else, he suddenly felt that he was being attacked. He raised his eyes and his beautiful eyes instantly turned watery.
Yang Gan looked like a pig brother for a long time. He suddenly picked up Zhang Yumeng and walked towards the princess.
Not long after, bursts of murmurs came out.
"Hold the wall..."
"Follow what the book says and keep up the pace~~~!"
"Master, hurry up."
"Belika goes and asks Krisna to come with her."
"Qingqing, why don't you come up?"
Fuyue and Murong Gui had been sent out long ago.
Yang Gan still has a certain resistance to Murong Gui, and he also has his own little thoughts.
Murong Gui is a trophy and Murong Kui's collateral. Everyone has a pervert in their mind, but some people release it and some people don't.
Yang Gan felt that when he wanted to be wild, he could consider Murong Gui.
Maybe he hadn't slept well for a long time, but despite such a heated movement, Jiang Lan was still sleeping as deeply as before, without waking up at all.
When Yang Qian and the girls were studying the structure of the human body.
Liao Guo, Gu Zang.
In a luxurious mansion, a pot of tea is steaming in the room.
With an expressionless face, Li Teng threw a large number of official documents into the bonfire, and the dancing flames outlined a haze on his face.
At this time, a man who looked like a housekeeper came in from the outside and held his hand slightly.
"Head of the family, Qu Jingzhao and his family have begun to select good generals within the family. It is estimated that they will leave for the border soon."
Li Teng's face was full of
have no choice.
"I didn't think so before. I just didn't expect that the king would be reduced to such a situation. It seems that my choice~~~ is correct. The future of Liao country is nothing more than being divided by three families!"
The butler nodded.
"According to what the Marquis wants, when the Liao Kingdom will be swallowed up by the three families depends on when King Liao disobeys. As long as he is obedient, the Liao Kingdom will still be the Liao Kingdom, and the king will still be the king."
"It's just that our great king seems unwilling to be treated like this and wants to resist!"
"oh?"
Li Teng was a little shocked.
"Is there any new information?"
The housekeeper took out a bamboo slip from his arms and handed it to Li Teng.
When Li Teng opened it and took a look, he stood up with shock on his face.
"Where does this come from?"
The housekeeper said, "During this period, someone has been looking for our people, but unfortunately they have not been found. I think Liao Guo's intelligence capabilities are really poor."
"Then how did you get it?"
"Seeing that this man hit many walls and almost got arrested, I found a gangster to bring this thing to him. The money he gave me was quite satisfying."
King Liao's Messenger: The baby is feeling bitter. If the baby doesn't tell you, no one is looking for the right person. Are people in the Xia Kingdom a rat? So good at hiding!
"You're not being followed, are you?"
"Don't worry, I wasn't being followed that easily. I even walked a little while outside, visited a few of our stores, and came out through the back door."
Li Teng nodded.
"Inform us and ask all the servants, servants, and maids to behave themselves. Things are going to change in the Liao Kingdom."
"promise!"
Li Teng came to the room, opened the bed, and revealed a staircase. When he reached a place about ten meters below.
The entire underground suddenly opened up.
A dozen personnel equipped with more than a dozen telephones are working hard.
"Call me immediately, Wang Shusui's number."
"promise!"
The call was connected and we exchanged a few words.
Wang Shushu, who was in Fuyan, immediately jumped up, quickly put on his clothes and walked towards the palace.
It was already late at night.
In the past, in the army, everyone kept their voices down when they were having fun, after all, there were guards outside.
Although if I say that I am not embarrassed, I am embarrassing others, but they are all strong young men, and it is not good to hear too much.
But after entering the palace, Zhang Yumeng took the initiative to throw all the women of King Shang into Yuntong in order to have a better private space of his own.
