Talk about the world of mortals in detail

"Doctor, my Wang family has been passed down for several generations and has not left any heirs for its wealth, so there must be no problem!"

"Yes, doctor, what is the reason? Doctor, can you see anything?"

In the room in the backyard of the Wang family, the Wang family members were wandering around the invited old doctor, but the latter was sitting by the bed and looking at Wang Shicai lying there. His complexion seemed normal, but his pulse was wrong.

"The pulse is stable at first glance, but it is a bit weak. It doesn't look like you have any disease. Prince Wang, can you let me see where the disease is?"

Where is the lesion? The old doctor's intention was obvious. The master of the Wang family turned away some idle people and closed the door. Although Wang Shicai felt ashamed, he had to obey the order at this moment and took off his pants to let the doctor see the doctor.

Wang Shicai stood there and let the old doctor watch, but he frowned when he saw it. It wasn't that he disliked anything. He had been a doctor for decades and had never seen anything like this. It was really wrong.

The Wang family's young master's thing was like a leech that had been nursed to death before it could be used to make medicine in the hospital. It had lost its strength, was lifeless and unresponsive, and even had little sense of touch and pain.

"Come, Mr. Wang, please lie down and let me do the acupuncture!"

Wang Shicai hurriedly lay down on the bed, and the old man took out the silver needle from the wooden box he carried with him. The Wang family also gathered around and watched the old man perform the acupuncture on his son.

However, no matter how the injection was administered, Wang Shicai bluntly said that there was no reaction and his face would occasionally turn pale.

The old man tried it for a while and then put away all the silver needles.

"Doctor, how is it?" "Doctor, what disease does my son have?"

The old man looked thoughtful. He waved his hands first and then looked at Wang Shicai on the bed.

"When did Prince Wang show such symptoms?"

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"Please be sure to tell the truth!"

Mr. Wang snorted coldly from the side, and Wang Shicai hesitated before speaking out.

"It was when I was making out with the first lady Yuan Niang in Chun Shui Tower, I suddenly felt a cool breeze passing through my body, and then I felt like I couldn't do it. Doctor, I'm not going to get wind immediately, am I?"

When Lao Lang heard this, his expression changed and he waved his hand.

"That's not true. It's just that this disease has imbalances of yin and yang and lack of vitality. I'm afraid it's not possible to rely solely on medical skills."

After decades of practicing medicine, as a famous doctor in Pingzhou, the old doctor's knowledge is not limited to ordinary medical skills. He looked at Mr. Wang beside the bed and then at the bed.

"Young Master Wang, I will prescribe a medicine. You can try it first by decoction and taking it!"

As he spoke, the doctor came to the table and wrote prescriptions on white paper with the study utensils he had prepared long ago. They were all medicines to replenish vitality, but they did not use any strong medicines such as ginseng, deer antler, beast whip, etc. There is something strange.

Mr. Wang stood at the table and looked at it. He clearly saw the prescription next to it saying that the incense ashes from the temple should be used as the medicine.

After finishing writing the prescription, the doctor looked at the frowning Mr. Wang again.

"Mr. Wang, please take a step to speak!"

"good!"

Mr. Wang probably understood that it was inconvenient for the doctor to tell him directly, so he went to the corner of the room with the doctor.

The old man looked at the people beside the bed, considered his words and whispered.

"I'm afraid that medical skills alone are not enough for this disease. Your master may have encountered something unclean. I won't ask any more questions, but you can go to the temple and pay homage. It's best to invite a knowledgeable mage to come. have a look!"

Mr. Wang was shocked. To be honest, Mr. Wang felt that the Wang family was not considered to be unscrupulous in the countryside, but they had definitely done things that were harmful to nature, so he felt a little guilty and uneasy for no reason at this time.

"Yes, my son suddenly became ill at noon today. It's daytime."

Noon today?

The old doctor was also stunned for a moment. He thought it had been a while, but wasn't it just today that the imperial examination results were released? The Wang family had entertained guests at noon, and there would also be a banquet at home in the evening.

Just go to Chun Shui Tower after the results are released? It's ridiculous!

"Places like brothels are the most filthy. There are many things that are hard to say. Of course, I may be wrong. Mr. Wang can make up his own mind. You can wait until you take medicine for a while before taking a look."

The old doctor then took the consultation fee and left. Although he didn't fully explain the disease, he felt that there was probably nothing he could do.

In less than half a day, while the Wang family's dinner was still being prepared, word had spread among the servants of the Wang family that their young master had a strange disease. However, not everyone knew about the disease. Some people thought he had that kind of disease. Wind-dust disease.

What the Wang family didn't know was that the chief examiner of the Gongyuan Academy was also in trouble at noon. He had an accident in which a horse was frightened while carrying a sedan chair. He was knocked to the head and bleeding, and a leg was trampled by a horse. It was less painful than Wang Shicai's. The condition of not being itchy is even more miserable.

For this reason, the examiner officials who were supposed to leave Pingzhou after the end of the autumn period had to stay in Pingzhou temporarily to recuperate, at least until their leg injuries were better before they could return to Beijing.

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Zheng Yiming was not in a hurry to go home. For him, although he tolerated the cheating in the imperial examination, he was still unwilling to go home. However, there were other reasons for not going home, such as borrowing books from the gentleman at the bookstall.

In the following days, the little beggar gradually gained recognition from the innkeeper and other waiters.

The little beggar's real name is Ke Xiaofa. He was also called Ke Changfa because his hair grew quickly since he was a child. He has a good heart and has a bright eye. He knows who is helping him and knows how to be grateful. Therefore, he seldom takes time off when he is in the inn and is very popular. clever.

At noon that day, Zheng Yiming was writing a new menu for the shopkeeper. His handwriting was beautiful and had a unique style. The shopkeeper was also well-educated and had a good eye, so he asked him to rewrite the menu for the store. , and even an inscription.

Ke Xiaofa came over with a wooden bucket and used wet towels to wash and wipe every table where he had eaten at noon.

Although he is now wearing big and old clothes, his hair is tied up and he is tidy, and he is much more energetic than before.

The shopkeeper was settling accounts behind the counter, and couldn't help but nod slightly when he saw this scene.

"Xiaofa, there were a lot of dishes left on a few tables just now. The kitchen stewed some. It smells delicious. Pick out what you want to eat."

"Oh! Thank you, shopkeeper!"

Ke Xiaofa happily responded and wiped the table even harder.

On the beam in the corner of the inn, a black and white cat was lying there. When I heard this and looked down, some memories came to my mind.

Twice-cooked stew is a dish often cooked in the inn. The leftovers are stewed with clean meat and vegetable dishes, just like the leftovers from a banquet are stewed at home. The taste is not bad, and the shopkeeper will also eat it.

"Shopkeeper, I'm actually thinking about what you said before."

"Um?"

The shopkeeper looked at Zheng Yiming at the nearest table outside the counter.

"What is Mr. Zheng talking about?"

Zheng Yiming paused slightly with the pen in his hand and looked at the counter.

"You were right when you said that we would help the urgent but not the poor. You said that after helping some, another group would come, and it is not unreasonable to be afraid of being entangled. However, the poor and the down-trodden are not incapable of discerning good from evil and cannot be taught. No one wants to be a refugee and a beggar. It is only because of the deterioration of the current situation that a temporary hardship becomes a lifetime of suffering. If the government and the public are clear and united, many disasters can be saved."

"Mr. Zheng, what you said certainly makes sense."

The shopkeeper just replied like this, but didn't say anything more. Zheng Yiming also smiled, knowing that the other party thought he was talking empty words.

At this time, the innkeeper who had just gone out for a trip was back. He was still holding back a smile when he entered the door.

"Shopkeeper, Mr. Zheng, what do you think I just heard on the street?"

"Say something quickly!"

The shopkeeper said something, and the waiter smiled and said quickly.

"I heard that Wang Jieyuan of the Wang family has Hualiu disease, which seems to be quite serious."

Zheng Yiming and Ke Xiaofa over there stopped moving, the latter even ran over, and the shopkeeper also made a sound of surprise.

"Ah? Hualiu disease, he just got Qiuwei Jieyuan a while ago, and now he has this kind of disease? Is it true?"

"Then there's still a lie, it's been spread in the market!"

Ke Xiaofa suddenly became happy.

"Hahahaha, well done, this bad guy deserves it!"

"What do you know, kid! Stop talking out there, got it?"

"oh"

The guy still had a cheerful expression.

"I heard that the Wang family has secretly found many doctors, and it seems that they also hired magicians. Maybe they have really done something wicked and ghosts have come to visit!"

Although Zheng Yiming didn't say anything when he heard this, he was secretly relieved in his heart.

The cat in the corner had already gone upstairs to the inn and jumped out of the window.

The Wang family's courtyard invited another mage today. This is the third mage the Wang family has invited in the past month.

The two previous ones were also very famous, but they both performed a religious ceremony, took the money and left, not realizing that they could do anything, and even if they were invited later, they would not come.

But today, this person was invited from a distant mountain, and it took almost half a month to come and go.

This mage did not wear any fancy robes, his hair was tied in a bun with a wooden hairpin, and he was dressed in the fashion of a Jianghu man. He only wore a half-arm long robe with eight diagrams engraved on it, and he did not have any disciples. The Taoist boy followed the Wang family's servants here with a backpack on his back.

"Master, my son has been ill for more than a month. He is not getting better after seeing a doctor and taking medicine. I also asked some masters to do it, but it also has no effect."

The master of the Wang family was talking as they walked, and the mage with a short beard, whose face was slightly thin, listened quietly and said nothing until they walked to the backyard and saw Wang Shicai sitting in front of the door with a frown.

"Um?"

With just one glance, the mage felt that something was wrong. The next moment, he moved and appeared in front of Wang Shicai faster than Mr. Wang could react, shocking the latter.

"Hey, who are you?"

The mage looked at Wang Shicai seriously and without replying, he reached out and grabbed his arm and lifted it up.

"You, who are you, dad, dad -"

"Son, don't be afraid, this is the mage dad invited."

Mr. Wang hurried over, while the mage stared at Wang Shicai with a sneer.

"Young Master Wang, right? Do you know that ordinary people like you should be dead long ago if you are so full of yang energy, but you are still alive? Should I say you are lucky or unlucky?"

The mage squinted at Wang Shicai, then looked at Mr. Wang who was running towards him in a hurry.

"Hehehehe, what kind of evil things did your Wang family do?"

On a wall in Wang's backyard, a black and white cat jumped up, pacing on the wall with cat steps, looking far away somewhere in the backyard, thinking that his husband might already know about it.