Time-traveling Famous Doctors Are Hard to Find

"How come there are pictures of ladies in Zhang Shilang's house?" Xiao Yuchun put down the golden Buddha in his hand, and immediately stepped forward to identify the authenticity of the paintings. "Ladies admiring jade hairpins under the moon, there is no problem with the painting style and signature, and the mounting is also very similar to the paintings in the palace. It still needs to be authenticated by someone, but there is a [-]% chance that it is genuine."

Song Mingzhe scratched the back of his head, "I'm just hearing it, wondering if I can take the opportunity to make a fortune." After that, he recounted the whole story and made several complaints about the pawnshop service in Kyoto. "Why aren't they afraid of an old man in his seventies and eighties lying on the ground and blackmailing them?"

"Strange, how could it be such a coincidence that you just stole the picture of a lady," Xiao Yuchun tapped his palm with the jade bone fan he used to, "I think this matter will still fall on the sender of the painting." After finishing speaking, he He looked up at Miss Linglong.

Because there is no glass, the light is not so good. Linglong girl's expression is half buried in the shadow, and she can't see clearly. Linglong girl's tone is still brisk, "So I have to show my face again and find a way, little prince Ah, my little prince, you have been doing the things that my concubine entrusted to you for more than half a year, you said how many times have you found my concubine in the past six months? If it is based on business, the concubine will lose all."

Xiao Yuchun's eyes flickered, and he seemed to sigh slightly, and soon regained his energy, "Father already has some clues, and I will be able to give Linglong an explanation in a few days."

Miss Linglong bowed her knees as a salute, got up and introduced her with a picture of a lady. "This painting was sent by the son of Han Mufang, the backbone of the He party. His father has been a Hanlin for many years, but he is Fangzheng. Unfortunately, his son is not very successful. He always wants to be the overlord of Western Chu in the powder pile." Her tone was understated. A hint of a smile seemed to be self-deprecating.Song Mingzhe looked at Linglong's daughter's home, feeling a little sad.It is a pity that such a talented and beautiful woman can only be wronged and survived in the land of wind, flowers, snow and moon.

"Han Mufang and Xu Xiaoyuan have a very close personal relationship. Master Xu is also known to the world for copying pictures of ladies when he was a fledgling, so if the little prince goes to Master Xu to verify the authenticity, by the way, if there is a clue, I will go to the Han family to ask tomorrow?"

Xiao Yuchun nodded, and waved his hand to signal everyone to turn their attention to the golden Buddha on the table. Song Mingzhe said in his heart that what you need is a new pointer.

"Since I was a child, I have seen many Buddha statues. I have never seen one with a small hole here. It seems that I can't put anything in it." Xiao Yuchun raised it up to the light and looked at it, but found nothing suspicious.

"Hehehe, let me do it, I have experience with this." Song Mingzhe triumphantly and Miss Linglong borrowed a single-bead hairpin, carefully poked it into the small hole, and with a click, the base of the Buddha statue fell off, The spinning on the table stopped.The other two stared dumbfounded at Song Mingzhe's skillful homework, completely unaware that this was Song Mingzhe's little experience from everyone's life in his previous life.

"The stones from other mountains can be used to make jade." Xiao Yuchun was not convinced, and checked the base that had just fallen, even Linglong's eyes were a little approving.

There is a small slot in the base, there should be a lot of things, but now it is empty, Xiao Yuchun wiped the base with his fingers, put it in front of his nose and smelled it, and shook his head.

"Probably something was delivered. Judging from the speculation, it must have been sent by Xixia." Xiao Yuchun put down the Golden Buddha and made a crisp sound on the table.

Linglong's expression was very nervous, "So, these people in the city are likely to be mixed with Xixia's secret work?" She bit her lip a little bit harder, making her lips pale.

Xiao Yuchun's face sank like water, "Now the officials are watching the father very closely, and it is difficult for us to check everyone."

Song Mingzhe looked uncertain, and slowly raised his hands, "Maybe I have a solution?" The focus of the two people's eyes made him a little uncomfortable, and his buttocks moved and moved on the stool. "I thought, otherwise, if I run a free clinic near the place where the Xixia refugees gather, even if they don't come to the door, the people around will chat with each other and they will know what's going on, so that they won't be blinded?"

Looking at Xiao Yuchun's expression, he was so excited that he wanted to kiss Song Mingzhe, his eyes were full of appreciation, he even said three good words, walked back and forth in the same place for several steps, and made Song Mingzhe's words come to his lips I think the elderly with grandfather's experience are more suitable for free clinics.

"Where is it? It's just a matter of little effort. My grandfather always said that I stay at home. There are too few cases, so I need to practice and practice." Song Mingzhe's melon-seeded face was swollen into a Chinese-character face, so where is it?Miss Linglong was exquisite and translucent, she pursed her lips and laughed non-stop.

The three of them agreed on this, and agreed to notify each other of the situation, and the three of them split up and acted separately.

Song Mingzhe made a good plan. He thought that when he went home and told his grandfather, his grandfather would say that the people in the west of the city were mixed with his children, and his family used to be a mess, so he took advantage of the situation to replace him. Unexpectedly, his grandfather stroked his beard and sighed for a long time. As a young child, he expressed strong support for his free clinic, expressed his willingness to let him help him, and thoughtfully prepared a medicine box for him, sent himself out of the door, and told himself to go back early.

A rented carriage was parked at the door, and the horse harnessed to the carriage was the black horse Zhuifeng. The former good horse turned into a chariot horse. Zhuifeng snorted impatiently, and slammed his tail fiercely on Song Mingzhe's face. The whole body smells like horse show.

Song Mingzhe patted the front of his clothes, calling Mai Ya to get in the car quickly.Fortunately, there is no land in his family, otherwise he must use chasing the wind to plow the land, okay? I am a well-off family, I can't support idlers, I don't have idle horses or cats, and I don't need to travel far. It is not easy to squeeze out the rations for chasing the wind.Zhuifeng's leg healed soon, and he couldn't run fast, so the carriage drove slowly westward.

The atmosphere in the west of the city is more vibrant than that in the east of the city.This area is mostly hard-working Kuhaha, old porters who travel north and south, various entertainers who specialize in performing in the market, as well as slop collectors in the city, old oil sellers, young women who sell velvet flowers, etc. Everyone talks and laughs freely, and often hears words that are not rough.

"You are short of two catties of meat, and such thin meat, how can I eat it at home." Old Wu, a cloth seller, complained to the greasy two catties of meat on the cutting board.

Without a word, Mrs. Rong, the butcher seller, took out a thick meat cleaver and inserted it on the chopping board with a swipe, and the cold light shone brightly.Aunt Rong choked back angrily, "Why don't you think you're skinny, why don't you cut off both breasts of my old lady, go and go, I earn several taels of silver a month, will you lose a little bit of meat?"

The onlookers burst into good-natured laughter. Amidst the laughter, Old Wu blushed and ran away with his head wrapped in lotus leaves and his head buried in silence.

Song Mingzhe swallowed at the still shaking meat cleaver, his heart trembled again and again, he moved the stool two inches to the other side calmly, and with a dark face asked Mai Ya to hold up the banner of the three-day clinic.Damn, the girl who plays tricks with the plate on her head has thicker arms than her own. Song Mingzhe is like a chick who has fallen into a flock of geese. It is an impossible task, Song Mingzhe looked up to the sky and screamed, wanting to sigh heavily.

Xiao Yuchun let out a long sigh, and stood in the yard of Master Xu's house waiting for a long time. Although it was early autumn, many of the carefully cared for flowers and plants in the yard were still in flowering period, and the fragrance of plants and trees was in his nose.The master is a master, and the airs are not small at all. Xiao Yuchun wondered if he wanted to make three invitations and three remarks. He just asked the master to help him look at the paintings, not to ask him to come out of the mountain, or should he sit on the Diaoyutai like this.Xiao Yuchun was bored, Xiao Yuchun concentrated on studying the eighteen ways of using the fan, and Xiao Yuchun thought about the highest state of the unity of man and nature.

"Master, something seems wrong." Xifeng suddenly stepped forward and whispered in Xiao Yuchun's ear.

Xiao Yuchun's spirit was lifted, no matter what happened, let's do something to let the young master exercise his muscles and bones, "What's wrong."

"It smells bloody."

Xiao Yuchun didn't care about the many red tapes, and hurriedly pushed the door open. After entering the door, the smell of blood was much stronger. After passing through several bookshelves, he found Master Xu lying on the desk.

"Master, Master?" Xiao Yuchun called softly, shielding his vitals with a fan, and moved over in small steps. The case was covered with dried blood. Master Xu was holding an unopened hosta flower in his hand, obviously he had died for a long time. .

"Oh my god, help, help, someone is here—" The serving boy dropped the tea tray to the ground with a bang, and scrambled out without caring about the broken porcelain pieces all over the floor.

"Xi Feng, can you tell what the murder weapon is?" Xiao Yuchun looked serious, and Xi Feng searched the wound under the instruction of his master, "It's probably a knife or something, we have to wait for the results of the operation."

With a bang, a pretty woman equipped in the Western Regions put the protective knife on Song Mingzhe's table forcefully. Mingzhe psychological shadow area.

"Doctor, what disease do you see?" Compared with the Kyoto dialect, the accent is very thick, and the articulation is also very stiff.

This is the characteristic of the western dialect. Song Mingzhe almost jumped up and cheered, but on the surface he looked like an outsider. "You go to the neighborhood first to inquire about the market situation of Baicaotang in Kyoto, and then ask me what diseases I can cure, malt, to see off guests." Song Mingzhe was about to blow the hot tea leaves, and there was only one table, one chair, one stick , Even if you see off the guests, you don't get to see them off.Malt hesitated for a moment, then bit the bullet and gestured a please gesture to the sitting female guest.The other party snorted coldly, stood up and left without saying a word.

In the next hour, Song Mingzhe saw two people with kidney deficiency, one coughing up blood, and more wind-cold and high-fever ones. Song Mingzhe almost wrote the big and small green dragon soup for an afternoon, and Shenbaisan also wrote three or five times. Forget it Just think of it as practicing calligraphy.

While it was being written, a tall and plump woman hurried over with her child in her arms. The child kept crying, and the woman almost knelt down to Song Mingzhe.Song Mingzhe had never seen such a large formation before, he stood up with a yah, turned over his chair, and there was chaos for a while, many pedestrians surrounded him.Don't tell me, such a woman holding the child and crying the man is most likely to be a hot family dispute, and it was also the focus of countless aunts in the previous life.

"Auntie, stop crying and get up quickly. I will help you look after the baby. I can't help you if you don't let go of the baby." Song Mingzhe stammered, trying to pull up the woman who was holding on to his clothes. However, the working people are very energetic these days, but Song Mingzhe was staggered by inertia and almost fell over on his back.

Finally, when the woman's crying subsided a little bit, Song Mingzhe wiped the sweat from his brow. The child's elbow was half-bent under examination, and when he raised his left arm a little, he screamed miserably, which caused the woman to scream again, and almost fell into a coma. .Song Mingzhe got a headache from being entangled by the screaming duo. He gritted his teeth and tried a small amount of elbow flexion and backspin. With a little force, he reset the subluxed head with two clicks.

"Be careful when the child walks and sleeps, the bones haven't grown well yet," Song Mingzhe patted the boy's affected area, showing a smile that could be used in toothpaste advertisements, "It's healed, move it yourself if you don't believe me."

Exclamations came and went, Song Mingzhe looked around, and found some idol baggage, and his adoring eyes shot at him 360 degrees without any blind spots. He became famous in the first battle.