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- "Yes" The manager's voice dropped, not daring to ask any more questions. He knew the old man's temper, and asking too many questions would cause complications.
Although the old monk closed his eyes, his heart was bright. The old monk did not miss every move of the general manager. The manager is not Uncle Mei, he has followed the Yang family halfway, and his loyalty is definitely not as high as that of Uncle Mei. Originally, the manager had nothing to do with him and was quite diligent in serving him over the years, but for some reason he was not so respectful to Yang Zongbao. This was intolerable in terms of the old monk's concept of dignity, and besides
"Is Master here?" Ever since the old man of the Yu family learned about the old monk's existence, he wished he could stick to the old monk's side 24 hours a day. As soon as I delivered the medicine to Yang Zongbao, I couldn't wait to look outside the study. But the entrance to the bamboo forest in the study was blocked by Qingniu. The old man of the Yu family was not allowed to enter, so he could only shout wildly. Qing Niu could only prevent other people's bodies from entering the study, but he couldn't stop the sounds, so he could only stare at the old man of the Yu family who usually looked very gentle and gentle, shouting at the top of his throat.
"Mr. Yu, please lower your voice" Qingniu didn't know how to treat Mr. Yu well, so he could only adopt a conciliatory policy.
"TeacherTeacher" Nothing can make Mr. Yu's passion retreat now.
"Mr. Yu, aren't you making it difficult for me?"
Just when Qing Niu tried his best to dissuade Mr. Yu from making trouble, the old monk finally walked out of the study.
The monk's robe clings to his lean body and looks particularly simple.
"Teacher, father"
Qingniu didn't notice anyone, but Mr. Yu jumped up and fell at the old monk's feet: "Master, please accept me as your disciple."
The old monk smiled slightly: "I am just an old monk with six unclean roots. How can I be your master?"
"No, the master's knowledge is enough for the disciple to study for a lifetime. I wonder if the disciple will have this opportunity to study under the master again." The old man of the Yu family is in a very urgent mood now. From the time he discussed Yang Zongbao's condition with the old monk, Mr. Yu became more and more attracted by the old monk's profound knowledge and exquisite medical skills, and thus he had the idea of ??becoming a disciple. And this idea became more and more urgent, so that he finally bowed before the old monk regardless of his face.
"Get up. It is fate that we can meet each other, but there is no fate between master and disciple. You have saved Yang Zongbao's life before, so you can come to me anytime in the future and discuss medicine with me." The old monk was angry. I received this great gift from the old man of the Yu family.
"Okay." Mr. Yu is also a good-natured person, without any pretense: "Then let's" Mr. Yu's implication is that we can start discussing it now.
"Okay, please come this way."
The old monk seems to be very familiar with the bamboo forest. Deep in the bamboo forest, behind the study, there is a bamboo platform. All the bamboos used to build the bamboo platform are stained with red tears. Autumn is getting deeper, the wind is blowing everywhere, and the bamboo leaves are flying, which creates a unique artistic conception.
"I discovered this bamboo platform by accident. It feels pretty good. Let's go and sit there." The old monk took the lead and walked up the bamboo stairs.
The bamboo leaves fell on the bamboo chair. The old monk did not sweep them away, but sat down. Mr. Yu, who followed him later, also followed suit.
"I didn't expect the scenery here to be so good?" Mr. Yu looked into the distance. He didn't expect that Furong Road was leaning against a mountain in the distance, and Yang Zhai was leaning against the mountain.
"Well, this bamboo platform is relatively high and you can see further." The old monk asked Qing Niu to make a pot of tea.
"Master, Yang Zongbao's illness" Mr. Yu urgently wanted to know how to treat Yang Zongbao's illness. No doctor, at this moment, would not be excited about the miracle that is about to come.
"All the bamboos used to build this bamboo platform are mottled bamboos. According to legend, mottled bamboos were formed by women's tears spilling on the bamboos, which are relatively precious in themselves" The old monk did not answer Mr. Yu directly but casually picked up the ones he had on hand. topic of.
The old man of the Yu family had no choice but to listen silently.
"Master." Qingniu came up carrying a tea tray.
"Drink tea." The old man asked Qing Niu to put down the tea tray and leave.
"Smells" Mr. Yu is a tea drinker, so he quickly realized that this tea tastes good.
"Well, this tea is good. But Qingniu doesn't know how to make tea, and the water temperature is wrong. So half of the flavor of this tea is not released." The old monk also poured himself a cup.
"Tieguanyin is delicious." Mr. Yu could only agree.
"I am a monk and cannot drink, so I drink Tieguanyin to satisfy my craving. Tieguanyin is semi-fermented tea. If the tea is strong, we will still get drunk when we drink it, so it is not an exaggeration to say that we are drinking." The old monk laughed. .
"Yes"?¡¡± In front of the old monk, the arrogant old man Yu also lowered his head and waited patiently.
"I know what you are thinking. But as a doctor, what is the most important thing? It is the mentality, not to be anxious when things happen. This is why the hospital stipulates that doctors cannot operate on immediate family members. Impatience often affects the doctor's judgment , thus causing mistakes. Therefore, we should not be anxious when dealing with Yang Zongbao's illness." After three cups of tea, the old monk finally began to explain: "Traditional Chinese medicine pays attention to hearing, hearing, asking and feeling, and you can know the condition without causing trauma to the human body. After seeing Yang Zongbao for so long, you should have known how he is doing. The only thing left is treatment. There are many methods of treatment. How can we get the best method if we don't think calmly? "
"It was me who made the mistake." In fact, Mr. Yu knew what the old monk said. It was only when things happened and experienced them that he realized how difficult it was.
"Haha, let's drink tea. Anyway, the method has been decided. It just depends on tomorrow." The old monk was very calm.
"I read that scripture, but it describes how to disperse the blood stasis all over the patient's body. Yang Zongbao is going to suffer." Mr. Yu said worriedly. The descriptions in the scriptures were too terrifying. Apply force to the body surface to force out the blocked blood stasis in the meridians. The pain is not something normal people can tolerate: "Should we give some numbing powder when the time comes?"
"No, once a person is anesthetized, the fluid flow throughout the body slows down. Yang Zongbao's body is already weak and not functioning well. Of course it is better to be awake." The old monk did not have the worries of Mr. Yu: "That kid Zongbao has a very tough mind. , As long as he has a goal, he can endure anything. Earlier today, I gave him a divination - Qian Gua."
"How do you explain it?" Mr. Yu knew that the old monk could do divination. It was not surprising.
"If you don't set your mind, it's hard to achieve anything. Once you set your mind, everything will be fine. Sign up." The old monk was leisurely and contented.
"" Mr. Yu can't resist, and he can't openly say that he doesn't believe it. He just thinks that the old monk is talented, but he believes too much in certain aspects.
"" The old monk knew that Mr. Yu didn't believe it, so he just smiled and said nothing.
The two then talked about some health tips, and then they went their separate ways.
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The next day, when Yang Zongbao woke up, he found several old people standing in front of him.
It¡¯s really not very refreshing to see a group of old men early in the morning.
"Are you ready?" the old monk said with a smile.
"What are you ready for?" Yang Zongbao was about to ask when he was suddenly poured a bowl of potion.
"Let's begin." The old monk gave the order, and the steward began to take off his coat.
"What do you want to do?" Yang Zongbao was nervous. What kind of posture is this? Why did the butler take off his clothes?
When the general manager took off his shirt, Yang Zongbao could see that white smoke seemed to be emitting from the general manager's body, which almost made Yang Zongbao's eyes go straight. Although the weather is cold in late autumn, white breath can only come out of your mouth. But Yang Zongbao has never seen anyone with white gas coming out of his body.
"This is the steward's pores breathing, which is the same as the white breath coming out of your mouth." Although it was the first time for Mr. Yu to see him, he still explained it to Yang Zongbao.
"But, why do you need to take off your clothes?" Before Yang Zongbao could finish asking, he was hit on the chest by a palm.
In an instant, Yang Zongbao felt that the shape of his heart was compressed and deformed, and pain spread throughout his body. Pain that cannot be described in words.
But what Yang Zongbao received was far more than that. Next, the manager slapped one palm after another without stopping. There seemed to be no end, every time the steward landed a palm, Yang Zongbao's bones started to scream. If it weren't for his strong will to survive, Yang Zongbao wouldn't be able to survive.
With his eyes protruding and bloodshot, his breathing rapid, and his whole body shaking, Yang Zongbao had clearly reached his limit.
"Will people get bad if this continues?" Mr. Yu didn't expect the scene to be so violent, so he asked worriedly.
"" The old monk didn't answer, just stood aside and watched.
From the beginning to the end, no matter how hard the manager's attacks were, Yang Zongbao did not let out a cry of pain. His lower lip was bitten, but no sound came out of his mouth.
"Is the potion ready?" the old monk asked.
"Okay, does it have to be a wooden barrel?" Mr. Yu asked.
"Well, it must be gloomy wood."
¡°Actually, Mr. Yu is ready, he just wants to ask.
"Bring it in." Mr. Yu shouted.
After a while, Qing Niu and Hua Chaoyang came in carrying wooden barrels. At this time, the manager also took the last slap, knocking Yang Zongbao down.in the barrel.
"Ah" As soon as Yang Zongbao's body entered the water, his whole body was stinging. The great pain finally made Yang Zongbao's reason collapse, and he screamed hysterically
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"Is Zongbao okay?" Mei Wenxin and the three girls were standing outside, asking worriedly.
"He'll be fine." Yang Fenghuang squeezed her hands so tightly that her fingernails pierced her palms, but she didn't even notice. Mainly because Yang Zongbao's roar in the room was too brutal.
"This is ignoring human rights and abusing patients." Qiangwei couldn't help it anymore and was about to push the door open.
"Stop." The old lady suddenly appeared at the door and stopped Qiangwei's movements: "If you go in now, Zongbao will die."
"But there is chaos going on inside, how can the patient be so hard?" Qiangwei was educated in the West, and of course she regarded Chinese medicine as child's play: "I will sue you." Qiangwei was preoccupied with Yang Zongbao at the door, and she wanted to go in immediately , why are you willing to talk nonsense with the old lady, just open the door directly.
"Miss Qiangwei, I'm sorry." Uncle Mei took down Qiangwei's hand and blocked it in front of the door, saying apologetically.
"Get out of the way." Without any extra words, Qiangwei slipped the scalpel out of her cuff and attacked Uncle Mei.
On the one hand, Uncle Mei dodges, on the other hand, he is afraid of hurting Qiangwei, so he can only parry, but cannot fight back. - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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