The First Family of Tang Dynasty

At this time, Changsun Wuji saw his eldest son Changsun Chong walking into the house quickly. "Father, what do you think of your body?"

Changsun Wuji smiled reluctantly and shook his head slowly.

"Father, I invited Wang Yiling, or let him show you?"

Changsun Wuji looked at the eldest son who was very good at doing things, nodded, and sat up with strong support.

"It's Da Lang, you can do things to make the old man worry, please ask Wang Yiling to come in."

With little effort, one of the two official medical orders of the Datang Imperial Medical Office, Wang Yiling entered the house slowly.

First, he respectfully bowed to the uncle of the country, and then stepped forward to give Changsun Wuji's pulse.

After looking through and asking questions, Wang Yiling's face couldn't help but look a little hard.

"Wang Yiling, my father's illness..."

"Zhao Guogong...Did you fail to follow the recommendations given by the lower officials during this period of time?"

Hearing Wang Yiling's words, he was addicted to meat like his life, and the most unwilling to eat fruits and vegetables, the grandson Wuji's face blushed.

"Um, um, I actually ate for a few days according to Dr. Wang's suggestion, but the officer really can't help it."

"..." Wang Yiling almost said aloud. If you can't control your mouth, then do you think you can control your eyes?

"Last time, Xiaguan disclosed the laxative prescription to Zhao Guo. This is less than a month. If it is used, it will hurt the roots of Zhao Guogong."

Hearing this, Changsun Wuji's face also became difficult to look. The wife also lowered her eyes sadly.

Chang Sun Chong's expression on the side also changed, and his tone of voice also appeared a bit arduous and authentic. "Could it be that there is no other way?"

"It's not that... It's just..." Wang Yiling looked around with a weird expression. "Please also Zhao Guogong to stay a while, the next official and the grandson son first have a chat."

After seeing Changsun Wuji nodding, Changsun Chong and Wang Yiling arrived at the door.

Wang Yiling lowered his voice. "You didn't find someone to pay the grandfather..." Wang Yiling also made a special gesture.

Changsun Chong suddenly realized that Wang Yiling meant that in his mansion, did he ask professionals to dig out his father's **** (Note 1)...

"This...this is not untested, but..."

After all, Chang Sun Chong felt that he was a literate man, but at this time, he couldn't just watch his father's feces getting heavier and heavier without making it clear.

Can only bite the bullet and speak quietly. "I asked them to pay for my father, but my father can't bear the feeling."

"Besides, my father's stool is already as hard as a rock. Whether it's the honey decoction method that you taught before, or that, it's really difficult to handle."

Hearing Chang Sun Chong's explanation, Doctor Wang frowned and his face was embarrassed.

"Oh... if Zhao Guogong uses laxatives again in a short time, I'm really worried that his body can't stand it."

"Could it be that Wang Yiling, don't you have any other way?" Zhang Sun Chong couldn't help feeling anxious, and it was another courtesy to Wang Yiling.

"I also ask Doctor Wang to make you think of a way for your father in order to relieve the pain."

Wang Yiling hurriedly lifted up the eldest son of the Uncle of the Tang Dynasty, with a long beard, his eyes flashed for a long time after turning his eyes for a long time.

"Xiaguan thought of someone. If it were him, maybe there would be a way."

"Who? Ask Wang Yiling to take a to see him." Chang Sun Chong hurriedly said.

"Don't be busy with this. It's hard to say if there is any way. After I go to see him first, if it is true, then I will personally come and tell the eldest grandson."

Hearing that Wang Yiling didn't dare to make a guarantee, Changsun Chong naturally couldn't be more impulsive.

After all, he also knew very well that not everyone could think of a way to treat his father's illness.

"In that case, it is hard work for Wang Lao's doctor."

"Where and where... Zhao Guogong is the pillar of the country, planning for the country, and doing it by the official.

It's just to do my best for Zhao Guogong's illness. It's hard to say whether he can help. "

Chang Sun Chong personally delivered Wang Yiling to the door, and then quickly turned back to the bedroom where his father Chang Sun Wuji was resting.

"Where is Doctor Wang to make others?"

Seeing that his son and Wang Yiling had gone out for so long, only to come back to him alone, Changsun Wuji asked in a daze.

"Father, Wang Yiling is also helpless about your condition..."

Changsun Wuji's face suddenly became ugly, and he grinned reluctantly at his wife whose eyes were suddenly red.

"Father, Wang Yiling said that he has a friend who has profound medical skills, but I don't know if there is a good medicine for this, he has to ask first."

"If there is, he will come and inform the child in person."

Hearing this, Changsun Wuji nodded slightly. "This Wang Yiling is also interested, it's fine, let's do it first, you go down first, the old man will lie down again..."

Chang Sun Chong could only withdraw from the house with his mother, standing outside the house, the mother and the son were speechless.

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In the Imperial Medical Office, Cheng Taichang's official small hospital has reached the hot summer day, and the loyal handyman still squats at the gate of the hospital.

Sit as far as possible, avoiding the hot sunlight, leaning on the door and dozing off, the fan in his hand swaying every once in a while.

Knowing that he kept crying and howling, but he couldn't hide the energetic sound of playing cards that came through the courtyard gate.

"Shunzi... I want to afford it, let it go, I want it, the bomb... I want to afford it, pass... a three..."

The energetic shout came into the ears of the handyman at the gate of the courtyard, and swayed in his ears rhythmically.

A beautiful lullaby was formed, which made him sleep so peaceful and deep.

Both Wang Yiling and Zhang Yiling whispered and walked quickly. When they came to the distance, they could already hear the familiar sound of playing cards in their ears.

The two couldn't help looking at each other with a wry smile, and shook their heads.

After all, in the entire Datang, the only person who took a new path in medical practice was Cheng Saburo, who used knife and pliers all the time to cure illnesses.

Wang Yiling couldn't help but stagnate, and subconsciously asked Zhang Yiling beside him casually.

"At this time, the past ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ will it interrupt his business."

"..." Zhang Yiling glanced at the handyman who was sleeping like a pig at the door with a black line on his face, and the energetic sound of playing cards was heard frequently.

He smashed his mouth and couldn't help but utter a sentence in a low voice. "This can also be called business?"

Doctor Wang patted his forehead and nodded somewhat dumbfounded. "makes sense……"

The handyman suddenly opened his eyes and shuddered when he saw Yiling Zhang and Yiling Wang standing in front of him.

All the pufans in the back fell to the ground, making no sound for a long time. Doctor Wang said helplessly at this guy.

"I was stunned and did a lot, before I hurriedly said it, I said that the official and Doctor Zhang have important things to do."

Note 1: This is a very special profession, which is more technical than dung-digging tools. After all, this thing is to use tools to dig out **** from the eyes.

Most people can't bear this kind of work. First, the patient's sense of shame can cause repeated closure of the eyes, causing difficulty in operation.

Second, there is a lack of professional tools to operate, and the recipients often add bad words because they cannot bear it, which can easily hurt their self-esteem.

Third, this kind of work is generally very private in nature, and it is generally the most loyal and loyal subordinates in the offices of high-ranking officials who will take on this important task.

Therefore, since ancient times, it has been circulated, but it has not been industrialized. The dignitaries or cultural people who have suffered from this disease are not willing to record this kind of treatment.

Reference material-Clearly summarized from various hearsays, "The History of Using Physical Means to End Concretions and Ultimately Cannot Be Fully Effective".