The Tang Dynasty’s Female Forensic Doctor

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Yan Yan remembered that she was out of date in the village. She saw many people use muddy walls. The weather has been fine for several days, and those walls should be dry.

"Go to the mud wall! Bring the soil over." Yan Yan said while quickly cleaning up the water, mud and other dirt in the children's mouth and nose, and asked for a green handkerchief wrapped around his fingers to pull the child's tongue out.

The wall of the courtyard was built with mud from the river. The cost was nothing but physical strength. It was not worth the money. The villagers heard that it was only the wall of the brothel and immediately ran back to the wall.

It’s not that they blindly trust Yan Yan. After all, Liu’s orphans and widows are very pitiful. What's more, Yan Yan’s calm and serious appearance makes people not see a little joke, and inexplicably gives people an unquestionable hope.

I didn’t have time to ask for the late green, and I was stunned by the different places in the past. I suddenly stayed on the side and didn’t know what to do.

The child is not just falling into the water. He has been soaked for a long time, his body is stiff, his breathing stops, and he may not be able to use ordinary first aid methods.

Yan Yan took advantage of this opportunity to look at the fingers that were just tied, the fingers were swollen and purple, and there was blood circulation. So far, I was sure that the child was still alive, and immediately began to give him a heart massage.

When the people used the burden to dry the soil, they told the people to lay a thick layer of dry soil on the ground, and then took the dry soil to cover the child, only revealing the mouth and eyes.

Even if I don’t know what to do, I will follow the crowd.

When the villagers were busy, their hearts became more and more puzzled. Finally, a person with wide-sleeved robes and young people couldn’t help but ask the probe: "Isn’t it said that Lang still saved? How was it buried on the spot? ”

Yan Yan looked up and stared at him quietly, without words, but stared at the man.

In fact, Yan Yan feels that this gentry is two, that is, buried on the ground, how can you bury yourself at the door? So I am too lazy to explain to him.

The next step is to wait for a long time. Liu is no longer crying. He stares at himself with his eyes wide open. Everyone on the side thinks that this is a kind of ritual of witchcraft, and they all wait and see.

During the Tang Dynasty, the medical practice has been widely used, but in fact, the witch doctors are not separated, and the famous medical doctor Sun Sishen has solemnly recorded some similar things about witchcraft superstition in "The Golden Essentials". Therefore, the villagers have such an idea and it is very normal.

For a time, more than a dozen people held their breath and stunned. Even the people who breathed were inaudible. Only when they heard the screams of screaming, Yang gradually rose, and the summer sun was fierce, glaring and hot.

The patriarchs and elders also came one after another. The villagers gathered more and more, but there was no child.

In recent days, the weather has been fine again and again, and the walls of the courtyard have only been exposed by the night. The soil in the middle is very dry. Together with the sun, the water vapor in the children's body is gradually sucked up by the soil.

About half an hour later, the doctor who was invited from the city had already arrived, swept the wide-sleeved robes, and hurriedly pushed the crowd away. "Where is the patient?"

Someone quickly led the doctor to the mound, "still buried."

The old doctor suddenly jumped his feet. "Who is buried! The person who drowns the water, when pouring water as soon as possible, is simply... simply..."

"It's me." Yan Yan, who was kneeling on the ground, got up and said: "Zhou Lang has been in the water for a night, this method is best."

The old doctor looked at the eyes and looked angry. He said that he had spent the night, and it was five hours. The people were already dead! It’s been a few miles and it’s hard to pick him up. It’s not a joke! However, the old doctor can understand the feelings of the deceased's loved ones, but he sighs heavily and turns to leave.

"Predecessors please stay, wait for Lang to wake up, but also work hard to adjust." Yan Yan paused, turned his head and said: "Late green, go to the consultation."

The face of late green is inexplicable. When will my mother use this strange method to save people? If this person is saved, it is okay. If it is dead, it will be tossed people. Late green is full of remorse, and I have only inexplicably believed in the mother, and now I can only continue to believe, and after a moment of heart-thinking, the late green quickly responded to the room to withdraw money.

"Hey!" The old doctor sighed. Anyway, the words have already been said. How do people toss how to toss, and they will be willing to do so, and this will be a while.

Seeing what the old doctor described, everyone knows that this week is difficult to treat. Originally, when Zhou Lang was brought up, he was already completely suffocated, and he did not have any enthusiasm. A serious portrait, to listen to the fate of others, on the other hand is waiting for Liu's own death.

"Cough!"

Just as everyone was hungry and disappointed, a cough of innocence in the mound suddenly stirred everyone up.

"Lang!" Liu rushed to the front and tears fell down. "My son! Frightened for my mother!"

Yan Yan squatted down, gently plucked the soil on Zhou Lang, and saw him open his eyes, and said: "You lie down for a while, wait until the water on your body is dry, then come out."

Zhou Lang was confused, only to listen to the beautiful woman in front of her eyes and let him lie down for a while, just as he was also suffering from pain and distraction, then he followed her, lying quietly.

Liu’s overthrowing solemnly performed a grand ceremony, without any words, but only on the ground for a long time.

This is the most important etiquette of the Tang Dynasty. Everyone must sit down first. When the Qin and Han Dynasties and Tang dynasty, there is no formal stool. The habit is to sit on the ground, that is, the so-called squat, squat, sit, and then worship. .

In the Fan Festival, people who have always had identity will strictly abide by it. In general, where a village woman knows such a ceremony, I am afraid that it will only be arbitrarily smashed. It is obvious that this Liu is not a general village woman.

"Mrs. Please come." Yan Yan helped Liu.

The elders of Zhoujiacun also came over to thank Yan Yan.

The villagers were killed by the sudden return of life, and thanked the elders for their thanks. This was the time when the people came back and the crowd suddenly blasted the pot, and the praises sighed one after another.

Yan Yan’s heart sighed. She had planned to worship Wu Xiu and the teacher first. Who knows that the plan can’t keep up with the change. This room has just thought about it, and the matter is in her eyes. It’s a blessing or a curse, and it’s not known. Yan only wrote down in his heart, no longer think about it. She owes a debt to the public, and she returns to the government with the support of the late green.

Everyone saw that the matter had settled, and quickly helped Liu to dig up the child from the soil and lift it back with a wooden board.

The old doctor went up and took Zhou Lang’s pulse. Although he was still weak, his life was saved. He couldn’t help but be surprised. At the moment, Zhou Lang opened the prescription and handed the treatment to Liu’s, asking her to return it. Yufu.

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