I am rich in martial arts, but choose culture to win

The taboos of the royal family, the disregard of widows, and the beauty of foreign love, these factors alone can piece together a whole set of story plots that make people infinitely reverie.

And in Jackson's view, these stories are absolutely true.

First of all, Dr. Porter is indeed a doctor with superb medical skills, and he uses magical oriental medicine techniques, which can prove that he has been to the East.

Secondly, Jackson has checked the information and found that "Cixi" is one of the two empress dowagers in China, and her reputation today is far inferior to that of "Ci'an" empress dowager.Dr. Porter only mentioned Cixi but did not mention Ci'an, which showed that he did have an old relationship with Cixi. (In fact, Zhu Fugui remembered Cixi from the very beginning, and fabricated a lot of nasty jokes about Cixi in Ming Dynasty, which was eventually listened to by Potter.)

Finally, there are the incomparably precious inner secret medicine "Hundred Poisons No Invasion Cephalosed Tonic Pills", and "I Love a Chai" that can help men regain their glory.

The fact that Dr. Porter was able to obtain such a precious medicine proved that he must have a deep relationship with Cixi.

Perhaps it was he who used his masculinity to obtain these drugs from Cixi.

And why Cixi gave Dr. Porter "I love a piece of firewood", let alone the meaning.

In short, the story inside must be very exciting.

Of course, these are all guesses.

Jackson respected Dr. Porter very much, and for his own safety, he did not reveal these secrets.

I just told Robert Lee, a good friend, two relatives with strict tongues, and three or five servants and personal guards.

Otherwise, what if the British and French find out and ask the Qing court for a prescription?

Wouldn't this put Dr. Porter's lover in a difficult position?

Furthermore, if their unethical love is made public, then that young woman named Cixi may be in danger!

Shaking his head, Jackson felt that his tone was very firm, and such a thing would not happen.

He patted his old friend and said: "Okay, let's drink this cup of wolfberry tea, let's go to Dr. Porter for acupuncture, we will have to queue up if we are late, I heard that there are many officials at the presidential palace Came here admiringly."

Chapter 116 Master Potter

At the Northern Virginia Legion's garrison, Stonewall Jackson's original medical tent on sick leave has now built a new wooden Chinese-style building.

It is said to be Chinese style, but it is actually just a Chinese-style building imagined by Americans, or an Americanized Chinese-style building, just like the inexplicable and weird taste of Tso's chicken, which deviates far from Chinese orthodoxy.

But even so, in the eyes of dignitaries who came to seek medical treatment, this is still an antique Chinese medical center.

A plaque hangs high above the medical hall, with three big characters written crookedly in Chinese——Qing Bofu.

Qing, which means that the owner of this hospital comes from the Qing Dynasty.

Bo is the name of the owner of the medical hall.

This is the text that Potter copied out after digging through the books.

At this time, the waiter at the gate of Qingbo Mansion had already changed into a long gown and mandarin jacket, a small cap with melon skin on his head, and a whip with pig bristles on the back of the cap, hanging behind his head.

In fact, Dr. Porter, who has been in Baozhitang, knows very well that doctors in Daming do not wear braids or mandarin jackets at all.

But Americans who can't stand this era recognize this image of the Chinese.

Moreover, Porter gave himself a virtual identity as the imperial physician of the Qing court, so naturally he had to pay more attention to the clothes of the Qing Dynasty.

But sometimes aesthetics, or fashion, are just so weird, and this melon hat has become popular in Richmond recently.

In Richmond, a southern city on the east coast, there were not even a single Chinese in 1863.

Local people, including high-level officials in the southern government, all have their impressions of Chinese people from the records of Britain and France.

They didn't have any affection for the corrupt Qing Dynasty, and even thought it was a barbaric and backward world.

But this concept, with the birth of Doctor Porter, has been reversed 180 degrees.

Dr. Porter's miracle medicine not only brought the national hero Brigadier General Stonewall Jackson back to life, but also made the President of the Confederate Government Davis full of praise and praise.

In fact, regarding the treatment of Davis, Porter was very refusing.

The small blue pills he carried with him were originally only thirty boxes, and each box had only ten pills, which was enough for him to use for three years.

Now that there is an additional Mr. President to distribute the medicine, Dr. Porter's sex life can only be greatly reduced.

But in any case, with the personal endorsement of the high-level military and the president, Dr. Porter, a strange man with mysterious oriental medicine, instantly became famous in Richmond's high society.

So when Stonewall Jackson brought Robert Lee to Qingbo Mansion, he had to wait on the long bench outside.

I don't know how long it took, when Robert Lee felt that his eyelids could hardly be opened, two blond and blue-eyed medicine boys in zombie clothes came out holding three pillars of fragrance.

They put the incense on the censer, bowed to Robert Lee with palms together, and said, "Gentlemen, the teacher invites you in."

While Robert Lee was still at a loss, Jackson beside him had already skillfully returned the salute.

Robert Lee quickly followed suit and followed suit.

The two followed Yaotong into the meditation room.

I saw a painting hanging on the wall inside, which was a modern industrial waste that Potter stole from Baozhitang that day.

There is an old man on the picture scroll, with a fairy demeanor and a childlike face, he looks like a wise man.

Under the picture scroll, Dr. Porter is wearing a long gown and mandarin jacket and sitting on the futon, with the dust on his chest and the boy beside him, and the sandalwood is blowing in.

Even the well-informed Robert Lee couldn't help trembling at this moment.

Just at this moment, he saw a familiar figure out of the corner of his eye.

That was the Speaker of the Virginia Assembly, one of his most important benefactors, Mr. Fernandez.

He was facing away from Robert Lee and his party, facing Dr. Porter, and bent backwards to go out.

While going out, Mr. Speaker bowed like pounding garlic, and said, "Thank you, Master, thank you so much, Master!"

Seeing this scene, Robert Lee dared not to put up the airs of the commander-in-chief of the coalition forces. He also tiptoed and sat down carefully, in the most polite way he had ever learned in his life.

There was even a moment when Robert Lee felt for the first time in his life that being a southerner was a little ashamed. After all, rudeness is almost synonymous with southerners. compared to.

Fortunately, Master Potter is obviously a man with a big heart.

He opened his drooping eyelids halfway, and said with neither sadness nor joy on his face, "Thomas, how are your lungs feeling?"

Stonewall Jackson quickly said: "Master, I feel that I have improved compared to last week. I rode for three miles yesterday and didn't feel any discomfort."

As he spoke, Jackson knelt forward and skillfully showed his left wrist.

Potter put two fingers lightly on his wrist, stroked his beard and said, "Yes, keep your mind at ease, defecate twice a day, and practice the Bo-style Hunyuan Tai Chi Kung Fu, your body will get better and better! "

"in addition……"

Potter lowered Jackson's wrist and spread his palms out.

Hearing the string, Jackson knew it, and quickly took out his wallet from his pocket, and stuffed a wad of pounds into Master Potter's hands.

Master Potter opened his eyelids again and took a look, then nodded in satisfaction.

After collecting the money, he took out a box of cefadroxil tablets from his pocket, carefully scraped some powder off one of the tablets, wrapped it carefully in oiled paper, and handed it to Jackson.

"After taking the medicine, go to the acupuncture room next door and wait for me."

"Okay, Master!"

Jackson took the medicine, bowed and retreated.

When passing by his old friend, he nudged Robert Lee lightly with his elbow, signaling him to ask the master for advice.

But before Robert Lee could speak, Potter said, "General Lee, needless to say, I already know about your illness."

Robert Lee was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help wondering, is this Doctor Potter really so amazing?

"Traditional Chinese medicine pays attention to seeing, hearing, and asking. As soon as you come in, I can see that you must have insomnia, shortness of breath, dizziness, fatigue, memory loss, and feel powerless, right?"

Looking at Robert Lee who was nodding repeatedly, Dr. Porter thought that the experience of the old miracle doctor of Xiongfeng Mountain was really good, and nine out of ten patients could be satisfied with this set of words.

The only one who didn't hit the mark, as long as the doctor repeatedly emphasized it several times and asked him to recall it well, he would doubt his own judgment and finally go along with the doctor's statement.

Furthermore, Potter has heard that recently, the Army of Northern Virginia has encountered a ration crisis, and has been tricked by an unknown black army in several battles on the front line.

Although the Black Legion did not cause any substantial damage to the Northern Virginia Army at all, it was a huge blow to General Lee's personal reputation.

People said that when the stone wall fell, the Army of Northern Virginia would fail, and General Lee was not at all the material to lead an army.

Under such tremendous pressure, how could he not have these symptoms?

Thinking of this, Porter made a gesture of invitation: "General Li, please show your wrist."

Robert Lee hurriedly followed suit, but he still couldn't help asking: "Master Potter, what are you doing? Can you diagnose a disease just by touching someone's skin?"

"This is called pulse diagnosis. The veins are colorless and invisible, but just like the omniscient and omnipotent Lord who is everywhere, knowing one's knowledge will control everything in the world."

"Actually, you can also understand the meridian as the master of your body, and pulse diagnosis is to pray to the master in your body and communicate with the Holy Spirit. Of course, this is a very complicated, difficult, and professional thing, not like me. Devout believers and experienced doctors cannot do it."

It is both theology and medicine, but Robert Lee thinks it makes sense.

Originally, in this era, theology and medicine are not separated, and the church is the largest medical institution.

Since priests can also work as doctors, why can't doctors also work as priests?

Thinking of this, and considering Dr. Porter's almost miraculous experience in the past, Robert Lee no longer had any doubts, and earnestly waited for the Lord's guidance.

Chapter 117 The Curse of the White House

After several eye hints, Robert Lee finally remembered what his old friend had done just now, and quickly took out a few banknotes from his wallet and handed them over.

Potter half opened his eyes again.

I saw that the money given by Robert Lee was not British pounds or green dollars issued by the Northern Federation, but Confederate notes issued by the Southern government.

This banknote...

Due to the poor industrial foundation in the southern states, the food production is also low, and they lack effective financing channels like Wall Street.

Therefore, in order to raise war funds, the southern government basically followed the same path as Jiang Guangtou, and severe inflation occurred under his rule.

On the eve of the collapse of the southern government, this confederate currency depreciated 9000 times. Although it is not as good as the Zimbabwean currency and Lao Jiang's gold dollar notes, it is still a basket of bad money.

Seeing that Robert Lee paid the consultation fee with such banknotes, Dr. Porter had no sadness or joy on his face, and he cursed his mother for selling money in his heart.

But bad money is money, and bad money is not shabby.

After collecting the money, Potter glanced at the little boy in a zombie suit beside him.

The little zombie immediately understood, bouncing around and took out a talisman from under the statue of the Virgin Mary on the incense table.

This is a prescription specially prepared for poor ghost patients.

Robert E. Lee himself was a Puritan, and the Puritans would not set up idols for the Virgin Mary, nor would they allow idolatry.

But the Southern states, and especially the Southern state armies, had just fought the Mexicans a few years earlier.

Although the combat effectiveness of these Latin Americans is not worth mentioning, their fanatical religious beliefs have reversely infected the southerners.

Hence the proliferation of Catholicism and various other denominations in the southern states.

The most famous of them is probably the Mormons who live in Utah and are famous for their polygamous life.

In previous years they even had an armed boycott of the state government, with success.

In short, Robert Lee looked at the talisman in his hand and had no other thoughts except that it was difficult to understand, and quietly waited for the master to clarify his doubts.

Potter waved his hand and said, "This is a talisman that combines the mysterious power of the East and the blessing of the Holy Mother. You can also understand it as a more advanced indulgence. After returning, burn it with fire, take the ashes and soak it in water. Now, you can wash away the sins in your body, and let the glory of the Lord shine on your old body again."

After speaking, Master Potter closed his eyes, and lost the interest in chatting with this poor man.

After sending Robert Lee away, Doctor Porter couldn't help spitting at his back.

This stingy Grandet deserves nothing but paper ashes.

But speaking of it, the magical medicine that he brought back from the Ming Dynasty did use one less tablet.

This made Dr. Porter very tangled.

Dr. Porter has two solutions to this.

One is to grind cefadroxil tablets into powder, and then mix them with flour and opium to make more Fushou Cefadroxil Pills,

The second is to order engineers to complete the electrical modification of the clinic as soon as possible, and strive to put the acupoint electrotherapy acupuncture device into clinical practice before the end of the month.

Porter believes that with the "Introduction to Meridian and Acupuncture Points" he stole from the old genius doctor of Xiongfeng Mountain, coupled with his more than ten years of research on bioelectricity, he will definitely be able to create a new world in the field of electrotherapy medicine .

At that time, I will be the same generation of masters as Hippocrates, Claudius Galen and others.

Just when Porter imagined that he was successful and famous, returning to his alma mater to give a speech, and countless female students presented flowers and kisses, a tall man walked in.