The Splendid Medical Concubine: The Journey of a Concubine

Chapter 81 081 Traditional Chinese Medicine (Second Update)

As the commander of the Jinyi Guards, Lu Siji had seen many big scenes. He usually showed no emotion or anger, but at this moment, his expression changed slightly.

A guard dressed as a guard took a step forward. He wanted to repel the monk, but was stopped by Lu Siji.

Lu Siji walked to the emperor's side in three steps at a time, and whispered in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "Your Majesty, this is Wuhajia Tower."

When the emperor heard the word "Wuhe", his expression also changed, and a question naturally emerged in his mind -

Why did Uhagalou appear here? !

Wuhejialou is the eldest prince of Nanhao, and he led Nanhao's envoys to the capital half a month ago. But the emperor kept them indifferent and only allowed people from the Ministry of Rites to entertain them.

There was silence in the medical center, and you could hear a needle drop.

Outside the medical center, various discussions about Jialou became louder and louder.

A square-faced boy of fifteen or sixteen years old pointed at Garou's back and said, "Who is this master? Is he here to beg for alms?"

"I see that this master is not holding an alms bowl, so he is definitely not here to beg for alms." A wrinkled old woman said with certainty.

Just as she said, the young and handsome monk only had a string of Ganan rosary beads wrapped around his fair and slender fingers, and did not hold an alms bowl. He was indeed not here to beg for alms.

Another middle-aged woman said with brilliant eyes: "This master seems to have extraordinary bearing. I don't know which temple he worships Buddha in."

Several women could not bear to look away, feeling that this young monk did not look like an ordinary monk, but rather like a **** and Buddha above the nine heavens, untainted by the dust of the world.

Some people looked at the two followers behind Jia Lou and asked others with doubts in their eyes: "Do monks still have followers nowadays?"

The people nearby looked at each other, and no one could answer the question.

The emperor stared deeply at the approaching Garou and quickly figured it out.

He had previously asked Jin Yiwei to make a big deal out of Jishi Hall, and his original intention was to target Gu Jue, but this incident spread like wildfire in the capital, and inevitably it also alarmed the people of Nanhao.

Suwen Wuhejialou was extremely smart. He might have wanted to see if Gu Jue would come to Jishi Hall, or he might have guessed that the people who came to Jishi Hall for medical treatment were the prince and the emperor's eldest grandson.

The emperor's expression became more and more solemn.

Nan Hao has always coveted Da Qi, and wanted to send troops to conquer Da Qi in the Northern Expedition and unify the Central Plains. This time, the Hao Dynasty monarch sent his eldest son Jialou to Qi, but he also had ill intentions.

Garuda stopped a few steps away, smiling slightly, looking holy and refined, rich and handsome.

His gentle eyes glanced around the front hall. When his eyes passed over the emperor and Gu Nanjin and his son, he did not pause at all, as if he did not recognize them. Instead, his eyes paused on Chu Qianchen's face. .

His brown eyes were as deep as the sea, revealing wisdom that seemed to understand everything.

For a moment, Chu Qianchen felt that the other party recognized him.

Jialou politely made a one-handed Buddha salute and said, "Sorry to bother you, I'm here to seek medical treatment."

His gentle voice is as sweet as jade stones striking each other, clearer and gentler, with a peculiar rhythm.

The emperor calmed down as if a bucket of cold water had been poured on his head.

Chu Qianchen could also feel the strange atmosphere in the room, and a thunder seemed to pass through her heart. She suddenly knew who the white-robed monk in front of her was.

There are not many people in this world that the emperor can fear, and the prince is one, but with the condition of being a monk, the only one is Nanhao's eldest prince, Wuhe Jialou.

Yes, at this time in the previous life, Wuhajialou did go to Daqi as an envoy, and this was the only time.

Chu Qianchen's eyes moved.

The prince said that whether it is on the battlefield or in life, one must judge the situation and use strength to fight is always better than killing one thousand enemies and losing eight hundred to oneself.

Whether Uhagalou's arrival was a coincidence or intentional, it was just the right time for her.

Chu Qianchen smiled slightly and asked, "I wonder who the mage is seeking medical treatment for?"

The implication was that she saw that Jia Lu was in very good health.

And hearing this sentence in the emperor's ears was tantamount to verifying his guess.

Wuhajialou's coming to seek medical treatment was just an excuse, which meant that he should have recognized himself.

The emperor began to turn the jade ring on his thumb again, and suddenly felt a dilemma.

He was not willing to let Ji Shitang go like this, but if he and Gu Jue had a falling out in front of the Nan Hao people because of this little Ji Shi Tang, the Nan Hao people would definitely not let go of this opportunity to make trouble. .

He had to think about Daqi.

Jialou looked at Chu Qianchen with warm eyes, and his non-aggressive gaze flowed into people's hearts like water.

He said slowly: "My followers were poisoned by miasma in Lingnan."

"The poisonous miasma rises from the ground, from bottom to top. The patient's legs are numb and painful, the hands and feet are cramped, and the joints are swollen and painful. In just one month, the condition worsens, phlegm is stagnant, vomiting is reversed, the mouth and face are crooked, and the poisonous gas attacks the heart."

"May I ask if the girl can cure it?"

His voice was clear and clear, and his expression and tone made people feel comfortable, as if he was not here to seek medical treatment, but to discuss Buddhism, with a detachment that looked down upon life and death.

Chu Qianchen said quietly: "The mountains and rivers in the east of the Yangtze River and the south of the Yangtze are steaming with humidity. Between spring and summer, the wind poison becomes more abundant, causing many miasma poisons. The poisonous miasma affects people, causing wind-cold dampness and aversion to cold due to heat. It is not difficult to cure."

"I'll make a prescription, and the mage can go back and try it."

"Anemarrhena is thirty cents, Qianhu is ten cents, Digu skin is twenty cents, rhinoceros horn scraps are fifteen cents..."

Chu Qianchen dictated a prescription, and finally said: "According to this prescription, take four qian each time, add a cup of water, fry until it is six minutes, remove the dross, three times a day, take it warm after food. Take it first Three days.”

On normal days, if Chu Qianchen had dictated it like this, Doctor Liu would have written the prescription long ago, but the atmosphere today was really weird, and with the emperor, prince and others present, he didn't react at all for a while.

Jialou nodded slightly and said, "Thank you, miss, for your advice. I'll come back to ask you for advice in three days."

After saying these words, Garuda turned and left, and his two followers followed him step by step.

The Jin Yiwei and the common people outside the hospital consciously gave way to another path.

The three of them only stayed here for less than half a cup of tea.

The emperor looked at Jialou's back as white as snow, his expression became more solemn, and the guess in his heart increased from 80% to 90%. He pressed a huge stone on his chest: Jialou is not here to seek medical treatment, is he? The corners of Chu Qianchen's lips curved behind the veil.

The prince said that Wuhejialou was extremely smart and had a photographic memory. It was nothing for such an extremely smart person to memorize a prescription.

The emperor has always been suspicious, and she just made him a little more suspicious.

The emperor suddenly said: "Jia'er is fine. Let's go." His voice was hard and filled with strong unhappiness.

The emperor walked out of the medical hall with flying strides.

Gu Nanjin already knew the emperor's thoughts and smiled lightly at Chu Qianchen, "Don't worry, miracle doctor."

After saying these four words, Gu Nanjin strode outside the medical center.

The wet nurse hugged Gu Yuanjia, and Dr. Lian and others also left in an orderly manner.

After a while, a group of carriages and horses headed south along Huahong Street, and they passed quickly.

The passers-by who had originally gathered outside Jishi Hall saw the excitement and dispersed in twos and threes, with lingering regrets on their faces, saying, "The miracle doctor is indeed well-deserved," and "Another life was saved from the hands of the King of Hell." Such words.

Jishitang returned to its original calm.

Those who should see a doctor should see a doctor, and those who should get medicine should get medicine.

However, Dr. Liu and several of the waiters were a little weak at their feet. They were people that even the emperor and the prince had met.

This illusion of being in a dream was broken after an hour.

Huahong Street was boiling with excitement once again. A strange chamberlain in green clothes led a team of people and brought the emperor's imperial edict.

The whole street exploded.

The green-robed chamberlain read out the imperial edict seriously, praised Ji Shi Tang's benevolence and benevolence, brought the dead back to life, and had immeasurable merits. Incidentally, he also praised Dr. Liu's ancestors and grandsons, and named Ji Shi Tang a national medical center. .

When the chamberlain finished reciting the last two words "I appreciate this", the old doctor Liu and the young doctor Liu, who were kneeling on the ground, had not yet come to their senses, and felt as if they were in a dream.

Doctor Liu was the first to react and tugged on his grandfather's cuff.

Old Doctor Liu quickly raised his hands and said tremblingly: "The common people... take the order."

His hands were trembling slightly, and his whole body was extremely excited.

The chamberlain had long been accustomed to this and sent the bright yellow imperial edict to Old Doctor Liu. He slowly said some polite words of "Don't let down the emperor's favor", and then took him along to deliver the edict. The people left in a mighty manner.

The whole Huahong Street was shaken.

The passers-by gathered around to watch the excitement, and the neighbors came to congratulate and want to be blessed by Ji Shi Tang.

"Congratulations, Old Doctor Liu, this is a huge happy event!"

"Yes, this is probably the first time that an official has sealed a medical clinic!"

"It is also the first traditional Chinese medical clinic in Beijing."

“…”

Everyone was talking and scrambling to speak first.

Since the founding of the Qi Dynasty, there have only been three national medical clinics in total. They were all awarded the title of national medical clinic because they made significant contributions to Da Qi. For example, Huang's Medical Clinic in Yanzhou was because it effectively controlled the spread of dysentery thirty years ago.

Old Doctor Liu and Little Doctor Liu in the center of the crowd thanked these neighbors repeatedly, and both the grandfather and grandson were smiling from ear to ear.

The owner of the grocery store next door asked them curiously: "Old Doctor Liu, I see that the person who came to seek medical treatment at noon has an extraordinary origin. Is he a relative of the emperor?"

"I guess so." The shopkeeper of a nearby teahouse also came over to chat, "I see that all those people have extraordinary bearings, at least they are princes or princes."

Old Doctor Liu recalled the scene at noon, and he still felt weak in his feet. How could he dare to tell the identity of the emperor and the prince, so he could only vaguely say: "Maybe. I look like a noble person."

Holding the heavy imperial edict in his hand, Old Doctor Liu finally felt completely relieved.

Thinking that his grandson had handled it more calmly than him from beginning to end, Old Doctor Liu couldn't help but be proud and sighing.

The waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead. From now on, he can rest assured that the Jishi Hall will be handed over to his grandson.

After thanking the neighbors with smiles on their faces, the grandfather and grandson entered the Jishi Hall again, intending to offer the imperial edict properly.

This imperial edict is enough for the Liu family to be famous for several generations!

Chu Qianchen left quietly when everyone gathered around to congratulate the Liu family's ancestors and grandchildren.

The emperor made it clear that Jishitang was designated as a national medical center, so no one would deliberately cause trouble for Jishitang in the future, and the emperor himself would not slap himself in the face.

No matter what, as long as you don't get involved in Jishitang because of yourself.

Chu Qianchen breathed a sigh of relief and walked towards Songhe Street without any hurry.

Her trip out had been delayed for nearly two hours. Now the sun was setting in the west, giving the shops and signboards on both sides of Huahong Street a golden-red glow.

Halfway through, she suddenly stopped and bought two baskets of plums from a roadside vendor. She carried one basket and Amber also carried one basket.

As she continued walking forward, her steps became brisk.

Amber thought that her girl was happy to buy plums, so she smiled and said: "Girl, I see that these plums are big and red, they must be delicious. They can also be used to make preserves."

Chu Qianchen responded casually. When she turned at the intersection of Huahong Street and Songhe Street, she quickly glanced back to make sure that the person following her was gone.

It's obvious who handled it.

Your Majesty is so reliable. Chu Qianchen thought in a good mood.

*About the symptoms and prescriptions of miasma are borrowed from "Taiping Shenghui Prescription"

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