Aggrieved Fish Sprite

Before noon, the people seeking treatment came to the door one after another.

In addition to catching cold and coughing, it is a common disease with old age.

Mo Li was born in Qimao Mountain, and has practiced medicine with Qin Lu in Zhushan County for many years. He is very good at treating the diseases of these poor people. Those who need to fumigate mugwort will receive a few acupuncture needles, and those who need to take medicine will be given a prescription.

Ning Changyuan was very capable, and he sent things like paper, pens, wormwood, and silver needles.

Mo Li lost all his needles, these silver needles were not too difficult, but they were not satisfactory.

Fortunately, he has profound internal strength, good eyesight, accurate recognition of acupoints, quick results due to spiritual energy, so many patients think that although this doctor is young, his medical skills are extremely high.

Meng Qi watched from the beginning to the end by the side, and occasionally helped.

It was also the first time that Meng Qi realized how difficult it is to be a doctor.

——In the past, he only knew that Mo Li had high martial arts skills, a good temperament, read a lot of books, and had his own knowledge of the world.

Although these things sound great, but as soon as he thinks that Mo Li's master is the mysterious gourd doctor of the past, those praises immediately turn into relief.Even if Meng Qi valued Mo Li more, he would inevitably have this idea.

Along the way, Mo Li saved Lin Dou, who fled with the descendants of the royal family of Chu, and the servant of the Si family who stole the account books. After the earthquake, he kept healing people...Meng Qi thought he had seen enough , It turned out that I was wrong today.

During the normal consultation, Mo Li had a gentle expression, a faint smile on his lips, his movements were neither slow nor fast, and his speech was also in a neither fast nor slow tone, exuding a sense of determination.

No matter what kind of person he is, how much pain he suffers from, as long as he sees him or hears him speak, he can't help but be infected by this kind of certainty, thinking that his illness is not serious.

Many people are sick, but they are afraid to see a doctor.

Because they didn't have money, and because they didn't understand what the doctor said, what was weak and cold, they could only grab the medicine with the prescription obediently, and clumsily wrote down how many times a day to take and how to take it.

The situation is even more difficult for refugees like Ye Ji who have fled from various places.

Their accents are varied, covering all the dialects of Yongzhou and Pingzhou, and there is even an old man who speaks Yangzhou dialect.

Even if they have money and can go to see a doctor in the county, the doctor may not understand what they say.

Wangwen Wenqie just lost one question, unable to communicate with patients, how to deal with it?Therefore, after the doctor's pulse, for the sake of safety, he often only prescribes Taifang, and asks people to take it back and eat it first, and then come back to see it in a few days, and then make a more detailed diagnosis according to the changes in the condition, and change the prescription.

But the poor people, where do they get the spare money to go to see a doctor two or three times?

The so-called Taiping means that it cannot kill people or cure diseases.

The effect is there, but it is mostly a temporary solution, not the root cause. Those who are physically strong can get over it on their own after resisting the effects of the medicine. Those who are weak after drinking a few doses seem to be much better.

——However, these problems are not a problem in front of the ink carp.

Meng Qi listened to the doctor talking casually with the patient, and sometimes the patient's accent was so strong that Mo Li couldn't understand, so he would patiently use the words there to ask again.

When encountering those elderly people who are slurring their speech, the ink carp cautiously probes the meridians with internal force.

As long as it can be cured by acupuncture, the ink carp will not let people take medicine.

Even if you prescribe a prescription, try to choose some herbs that are not expensive. The effect may not be good, but at least you can afford it.

There is no obstacle in the conversation between Mo Li and Yeji and others. He understands the difficulties of the poor, he knows the cause of the chronic illness, and he can grasp the severity of the illness.

In the eyes of others, isn't he just a miracle doctor?

"Doctor, your medical skills are still high. When I was in my hometown, I also went to the clinic and got needles, but it was not so fast."

Faced with the compliments from the villagers in Yeji, Doctor Mo did not accept them, but persuaded him: "Many doctors who are attending consultations are not young, and their eyes are blurred. How can this be compared?"

The other person immediately shook his head and said resolutely: "The doctor is too polite. I have seen the famous genius doctor in Yangzhou, but I couldn't tell my illness."

Mo Li smiled and said, "Yangzhou is prosperous and full of rivers. It's not like Pingzhou and Yongzhou where there is water shortage. How can the doctors in Yangzhou know about the root cause of your disease that has not been properly recuperated and has been lack of water for many years?"

Everyone was very convinced. After leaving the door, everyone praised the doctor that Taoist Ning had invited back with excellent medical skills, knowledgeable, and humble.

Meng Qi, who was boiling water under the eaves, felt that his face was bright for no reason.

When he entered the room, he saw that there was only one patient left in Moli's place, so he finally couldn't help but quietly approached him and asked, "How many dialects do you know?"

"...everywhere my teacher has been."

The ink carp held a silver needle, roasted it on the fire, and said without raising its head, "When the teacher traveled all over the world, he wanted to help the world and save people. After walking a hundred miles, he realized that he couldn't understand the words of the village. What the people said. Many genius doctors throughout the ages were not defeated by the injustice of the world and their own lack of ability, but because of language barriers. Although the official language is good, how can the people in the countryside speak the official language fluently? So he swore You have to learn dialects all over the world, if you can't even do this, how can you help the world?"

Meng Qi wondered absentmindedly, when Emperor Chu and Yuan conquered the world, did they understand the local dialect?

No, everyone speaks Mandarin among themselves, and some people from poor backgrounds try their best to learn Mandarin.

When an army marches to a certain place, it asks the local people to lead the way, and regains the officials who can speak the local dialect. Who would want to learn the dialect?Anyway, there are people who are proficient in the local dialect and official language as the link, and what the people want to say must always be relayed by two or three people.

The emperor can do this, officials can do this, but doctors can't.

The doctor should really listen to every word the patient said.

"Many people don't know what disease they have. They only know where it hurts. Doctors always have to worry about it. They can't treat leg pain as leg pain, and headache as headache. The causes of the disease are various... What did they eat, what are their daily habits, how old were their parents when they died, what illnesses did they have..."

With a flick of Mo Li's hand, the needle was stably inserted. He concentrated on it until the needle was withdrawn, and then continued, "This is something that needs to be known. The teacher once met an old woman with swollen joints. She heard neighbors say it was rheumatism, so she refused to look at it, and only prescribed a prescription to cure rheumatism. The teacher asked a few words, and found that the old woman had no symptoms of rheumatism on weekdays, and finally found out that she was bitten by a poisonous spider. ...It was really dangerous and dangerous, and almost lost a life."

Meng Qi handed over a piece of steaming cloth, and Mo Li wiped his hands.

"Thank you, Brother Meng." Mo Li felt very comfortable. Today, if he asked for hot water, there was hot water, and when the wormwood was gone, someone ordered it immediately. This is all thanks to Meng Qi.

——After leaving Zhushan County, the things I encountered were heart-wrenching, and it hadn't been so easy for a long time.

This made Mo Li couldn't help thinking that when he went out, what he wanted was to find someone of his kind who would accompany him for a long time.

"Brother Meng is also interested in medical skills?" Dr. Mo stared at Meng Qi, wishing that he would nod immediately.

"..."

Meng Qi tried to think about how he traveled around the world with the doctor, the doctor healed his illness, and how he looked like running around beside him.If he became a doctor himself, he probably wouldn't have this kind of treatment. He would definitely be sent to another room to see these patients separately from the doctor.

"No, I don't know anything about Qihuang art, and Fang Zi can't understand it either." Meng Qi shook his head decisively and said, "I'm afraid I don't have the ability in this area."

The ink carp was slightly disappointed.

"However, it's okay to help the doctor." Meng Qi said confidently,

Who can heat hot water faster than a martial arts master?

Lifting a patient or something can be done with one hand!

While the two were talking, the patient who was last given the acupuncture by Dr. Mo also sat up.

"Thank you doctor, my legs are much better."

"This is the prescription, take it home, don't lose it." Mo Li handed over the prepared prescription, and said patiently, "The chronic disease is hard to cure, if it recurs again, and you can't find a doctor who will give you the acupuncture, then you can take it." Grab some medicine and take it."

The man took the prescription and left thankfully.

Ning Changyuan happened to enter the door, and said with a smile: "As expected of the benefactor's disciple, now the whole collection has been spread, saying that I kidnapped a genius doctor back, and told me to quickly get Lu Yin out to the doctor."

Meng Qi was taken aback for a moment, not wanting to understand why.

When encountering a doctor with such excellent medical skills, the people here still want someone to leave quickly?

"...It is said that a genius doctor like a doctor will be revered no matter where he is. This place is so poor that it is too hard for the doctor to stay here. When they saw that there was nothing in this room, they were in a hurry. This is not the case. , and someone who said that he would send bedding and charcoal to you, I managed to persuade you."

Ning Changyuan turned his head and found that the room was no longer as empty as yesterday.

There were a few dilapidated tables and chairs in the corner, with some rice grains and a small piece of bacon hanging on them.

"I said no, it was forced."

The ink carp is not uncomfortable. After they leave, these things will still be left to the people here.

"Take it away, make some steamed buns and dried meat, and make a ration on the way." Ning Changyuan persuaded, "There are ten rooms and nine empty spaces in the southwest of Yongzhou. After three years of severe drought, even the bark and grass roots have been wiped clean. No matter how good your martial arts are, Gao, if you can’t eat, you will die.”

Meng Qi thought to himself, this is not necessarily true.

Wu Chu probably has some way to absorb the aura of heaven and earth. Didn't the ancient books say that there are gods and men living in the mountain of Miaogushe.The skin is like ice and snow, graceful like a virgin, does not eat grains, breathes wind and drinks dew... still alive, isn't it?

etc--

Meng Qi felt that something was wrong, he seemed to be of the same family as the doctor.

What's the matter with that skin like ice and snow?So it's not soy milk, it's snow?

Meng Qi looked down at his arm, thinking about the description, his teeth became sore.

The author has something to say:

Ning Changyuan, the ultimate fan of Xuanhu Miracle Doctor: Hmph, let me tell you, Mr. Qin is the kind of omnipotent person in the scriptures.

years later—

Mo Li held the fat mouse in his hand: Teacher, I have found the same kind!

The omnipotent old Mr. Qin: ...

Author: Hurry up, heart-protecting pill!