The Epic Revenge

When Simu arrived at Gu's house, everyone in the Gu family was still downstairs. After eating, they had to sit rationally for a while before going upstairs.

"Young Marshal, have you eaten yet?" The third aunt was too warm to guests and wanted to make face for Gu Qingzhou, lest Simu think that the people in the Gu family were rude.

Simu nodded.

Gu Guizhang didn't know the fact that he couldn't speak, so the rest of the Gu family didn't know either.

Simu didn't say anything, he looked particularly arrogant and defiant.

"Let's go." Gu Qingzhou said to Simu, "My dad is still resting, and I'll come over and talk later."

Simu nodded.

The two of them went out, and Gu Zhang said coldly behind him, "Look at that young marshal, treat Gu Qingzhou like a maid!"

She felt that Simu looked down on the Gu family and Gu Qingzhou.

The third and fourth concubines are not easy to refute, because Simu looks like that.

It was too cold, and he refused to say a word. He really didn't take the Gu family seriously.

There were so many discussions, but Gu Qingzhou didn't know.

Simu also has an annex in the city.

The decoration of his annex is not bad. The three-story building with milky white exterior walls, the tall courtyard wall, and the big iron gate with tangled branches are covered with vines. At this time, there are no leaves, only dark brown vines are left.

The boys in the Si family have other restaurants, so I don't blame them. Their home is the military governor's mansion - it is the military and political center of Yuecheng, and there are many inconveniences.

The house looks good from the outside, but the inside is lackluster, not decorated at all.

There are two benches in the living room.

It is no exaggeration at all, there are only two benches in the empty room.

Gu Qingzhou was stunned: "Is this your annex?"

Simu nodded.

He understood Gu Qingzhou's doubts, so he led the way and took Gu Qingzhou to the second floor.

The second floor is also simple, there is a living room anyway.

Compared with Si Xingpei's annex, Simu's parlour is more primitive - wooden armchairs are placed left and right, with a boxwood coffee table in the middle.

This is an old-fashioned living room with no traces of Westernization.

Simu wrote on the table: "Diagnose the pulse?"

He asked if he should start taking his pulse now.

The writing is so simple that he doesn't even bother to use a pen, so he writes directly on the table.

Gu Qingzhou said: "I have been diagnosed last time. Your illness will not change in the short term. I can tell you the diagnosis result directly."

Simu nodded.

Gu Qingzhou cleared his throat and began to argue: "General aphonia is related to the lungs and kidneys. In ancient medical records, it was said that 'the lung is the door of the voice, and the qi is the root of the voice'. Broken and silent.

The lungs and kidneys carry the Qi up the throat, instigating the vocal cords to produce sound. I heard that when you were in Germany, you changed hospitals and saw countless doctors, and they all said that your vocal cords were normal, right? "

Simu nodded.

This is the truth, the old lady told Gu Qingzhou.

"Then we can be sure that you can't speak. The problem is not the vocal cords, but the lungs and kidneys in the body. Do you agree with my diagnosis?" Gu Qingzhou asked again.

Simu nodded again.

Si Mu agrees with this analysis, because he is sure that the vocal cords are intact.

"Since it is the cause of lung and kidney qi, then there is a difference between deficiency symptoms and positive symptoms." Gu Qingzhou said again.

This time, she didn't wait for Simu to interrupt, and continued, "I'll talk about the evidence first."

She really ruled it out.

She said the evidence first, which meant that Simu's disease was a deficiency.

Simu understood very well and listened to her analysis quietly.

". The lungs are full, which means that the lung qi is restrained, and the cold air is in the epiglottis, which is unfavorable to open and close, so it is impossible to make a sound. This is the hoarseness caused by the empirical evidence. However, in this case, there will be wind-cold phlegm syndrome, you do not have these, Certainly not empirical evidence." Gu Qingzhou added, "However, when TCM treats such diseases, it is easy to use empirical evidence to consider."

Simu understands.

No wonder I have seen traditional Chinese medicine before, but it was not cured. It turned out to be an evidence.

"My personal diagnosis is that your hoarseness is a symptom of deficiency. Your pulse is slow and weak, and it is due to dryness of the lungs and kidney deficiency. I think you were greatly stimulated back then, and you held your breath and didn't make it clear.

People who are greatly frightened will have a brief moment of breathlessness. However, you had problems with qi deficiency and weak kidneys back then. If you didn’t take a breath, the qi was already depleted and immediately sank.

Once the atmosphere sinks, it will not be able to reach the throat and agitate the vocal cords. This is not a mental illness, but the atmosphere sinks.

The atmosphere sank, slowly forming a barrier and chest, the atmosphere could no longer be passed up to the throat, and there was always shortness of breath, and the vocal cords could not be agitated. "Gu Qingzhou said.

This is her diagnosis.

She is confident in her diagnosis.

After all, Gu Qingzhou looked at Simu, waiting for Simu's response.

If he believes, Gu Qingzhou can give him rectification and prescription.

"Do you believe my diagnosis?" Gu Qingzhou asked.

Simu was still on the table, writing with his fingers: Believe.

After reading it, Gu Qingzhou said, "Since you believe it, then I will give you a prescription."

Because it was a diagnosis, Gu Qingzhou prepared a pen and paper in her handbag. She took it out and wrote the prescription.

"One tael of raw jianqi, four coins of angelica, and two coins of cohosh." Gu Qingzhou wrote it and handed it to Simu.

After watching, Simu nodded.

He actually didn't understand, whether the specific medication was right or wrong, gentle or dangerous, he didn't even understand.

Since he didn't understand, he didn't want to ask any more questions, and handed it all over to Gu Qingzhou.

"Prescribe the medicine according to the prescription, once a day, for seven days in a row." Gu Qingzhou said again, "Because you are in a submerged atmosphere and need external force, I want to give you acupuncture for half an hour every day."

Simu looked at her suspiciously.

"Acupuncture, don't you understand?" Gu Qingzhou asked.

Only then did Simu nodded, meaning he understood, but he was just a little surprised.

Gu Qingzhou said: "Since you understand, then give the prescription to the adjutant, let the adjutant pick up the medicine, buy a small medicine stove, and fry it here. I don't think you really want your family to know about it."

Simu nodded slightly.

He really didn't want his parents to know. They knew it and held out hope. If the hope fails, Simu will feel sorry for them.

At that time, Simu will not only have to bear his own disappointment, but also bear the guilt.

"Let's start acupuncture today." Gu Qingzhou said, "The atmosphere is sinking in your chest. You take off your clothes and use acupuncture on your chest."

Simu Nong frowned lightly.

He seemed a little stuck.

Gu Qingzhou said: "It's okay, doctors have no gender. If you don't mind and don't use needles, the medicine may not be as effective."

She added, "You've had this disease for five years. If you had been treated at that time, you could have used medication alone, but now it won't work. Without the assistance of acupuncture, it's difficult to recover. Think about it."

Sim was a little embarrassed by Gu Qingzhou's words, and guessed, what does a gentleman care about?

Gu Qingzhou glanced at the room. There was a simple bed in the back room, a very clean quilt, and a fireplace, but the fireplace was never burned.

Considering that the needle could not be covered after the injection, Gu Qingzhou felt that Sim would be cold, and she said, "Can you set the fireplace on fire first?"

Si Mu nodded, then pointed to himself, and then pointed to her, which meant that I couldn't speak, and what you want, you can order it yourself.

Gu Qingzhou understood and went downstairs first.

There are about ten adjutants on Simu's side.

They respectfully listened to Gu Qingzhou's orders and went to do it immediately without any hesitation.

After half a day of work, I bought all the medicines for seven days, and I also bought a small medicine stove.

Smokeless silver charcoal was also placed in the fireplace upstairs.

Gu Qingzhou boiled the medicine, put the medicine stove in place, waited for it to boil slowly, and went upstairs by himself.

Simu sat in the chair with a quiet expression.

Seeing Gu Qingzhou go upstairs, the two suddenly looked at each other.

"The medicine is boiled, and you can drink it after an hour." Gu Qingzhou spoke first, "Don't delay the effort, I'll give you acupuncture first."

After that, she said again, "I'll set the fireplace on fire first. After about ten minutes, the room is warm, and then start acupuncture. What do you think?"

Simon agrees.

Since seeing Gu Qingzhou resuscitating a child who had been suspended from death for a long time, Simu has no doubts about her medical skills.

How to diagnose, how to use needles, and what prescription to prescribe, he has no objection.

Gu Qingzhou lit the match.

The silver charcoal in the fireplace sent warmth to the room in just a moment, and it was much warmer than before.

Seeing that it was almost time, Gu Qingzhou got up and took out the silver needle from his schoolbag, and said to Simu, "Lie on the bed and take off your shirt."

shirt off

Simu felt a little strange.

He is twenty years old this year. He has had aphonia for five years. He was only fifteen years old before he became ill. He has never taken off his clothes in front of a woman.

No matter how cold people are, this is the first time they encounter such a thing, and there is a bit of an obstacle in their hearts.

Knowing that he was treating a disease, Simu kept circling in his mind: "This is my fiancee, not an ordinary doctor."

To say that there is no gender is self-deception. Coupled with the fact that the other party is his fiancee, Simu always feels that it is a bit ambiguous to take off clothes for medical treatment.

He doesn't like this, he doesn't want to be ambiguous with girls he doesn't like.

Simu was a little embarrassed.

When Gu Qingzhou looked back, he saw Simu standing by the bed, frowning deeply, as if he was very embarrassed.

"It's okay." Gu Qingzhou comforted him, "It doesn't hurt."

It's not a matter of pain or not!

This embarrassment was quickly restrained by reason. Si Mu's face was expressionless, and his eyes were quiet like a well. He took off his shirt, revealing his strong chest.

Simu has been studying in the military academy, and he has been trained hard, not a weak boy.

Every curve of his body is full of power.

"Lie down!" Gu Qingzhou saw him taking off his shirt and standing beside the bed with his hands down, with an indifferent look on his face, she opened her mouth in doubt.

I told him to lie down, didn't he hear?

Simu went to bed.

He lay firmly in a pile of soft quilts, his body slumped inexplicably, his back was a little stiff, and he was tense.

Maybe it's cold in the house.

Gu Qingzhou took out the silver needle and treated it with the method of filling and draining.

Her fingers were slender and fair, and her nails were pink with a touch of pearlescent color. The silver needle was pinched in her hand, and the silver glow appeared on her nails.

Before she knew it, she had already inserted several silver needles into Simu's chest.

"Stop the needle for half an hour." Gu Qingzhou said, "Then you lie down first, don't move, I'll go down and see if the medicine is ready."

When she went out, Simu felt that she had the breath to catch her breath. The room was too stuffy.