A house located in the east of the city covers a vast area, with no less than 200 or 300 people living there. This is the place where the Zhang family ancestral residence in Chang'an.
The largest house in the middle can be seen with red pavilions and white pagodas, jade carved railings, high platforms, towers, pools and waters, rockery, and two maids are walking quietly under the corridor of a house.
The door was pushed open, and two enchanting maids took the copper basin handkerchiefs from their hands, crossed the bead curtain and entered the inner room, and knelt down beside the bed.
Yang Jingchang, who was sitting by the bed, put away his pulse and diagnosed, washed his hands in a copper basin and wiped it by a maid.
"Old master, no matter what, stalactites can't be used anymore." He turned to the person on the bed and said.
On the bed was an old man about the same age as Yang Jingchang. He looked haggard and his eyes were dull. He heard this and wanted to get up but seemed powerless.
The beautiful maids on both sides hurriedly helped them.
"Old Yang, I can't leave that," the man said, coughing.
Yang Jingchang shook his head.
"I will suffer." He said.
Old Master Zhang smiled bitterly and stretched out his hand to beat his waist and legs.
"What else can I do? This disease is getting worse." He said, "I can't even walk the road. I have used all the prescriptions, and only this stalactite is useful."
When Yang Jingchang heard that he had used all the prescriptions, his brows moved.
"There is one..." he said, and stopped again when he said, looking hesitant.
Mr. Zhang had heard that he was waiting for him to speak, but he was puzzled when he saw this.
"What?" he asked.
Yang Jingchang got up and walked for two steps.
"There is a prescription, but I haven't used it before," he said.
"Is that not available?" Mr. Zhang asked.
Yang Jingchang thought of the movements of Xue Qing on the street just now, and twisted his beards for a moment.
"Someone used it," he said, turning his head and making a decision, "Grandma, come and give it a try, too."
Mr. Zhang trusted Yang Jingchang's medical skills, and secondly, he was helpless and rushed to seek medical treatment. He dared to take any medicine as long as it could be cured. He could take all the expensive and fatal stalactites. He asked Yang Jingchang to write a prescription immediately.
But Yang Jingchang did not sit down and hold the pen.
"I can't write this prescription," he said. "I want to find another person and wait for me to invite him."
After he finished speaking, a clear male voice came from outside.
"I wonder which famous doctor is who actually wants to work on Mr. Yang to invite him?"
With the sound of speaking, the two of them walked in, and the beautiful maids in the room bowed one after another and heard soft voices.
"Young Master Liantang."
"Young Master Shuangtong."
These are two young men in their fifteen or sixteen years old, one in a blue shirt and bamboo hairpin, one in a red robe and gold crown, one in an elegant and one in a gorgeous manner. They are the two youngest brothers among the grandchildren of the Zhang family in Chang'an.
Yang Jingchang looked at them with a smile, and the two of them also bowed to Yang Jingchang.
"Since it's for the sake of my grandfather, why not ask my younger generation to come and invite him in person," said Zhang Liantang.
"Can you be not our locals?" Zhang Shuangtong asked curiously.
Yang Jingchang smiled.
"No, no, no, no, no, I should go there myself, and I have to ask in detail." He said, calling the boy, "I'll come back later."
After saying that, they walked out without waiting for them to speak.
"Doctor Yang ran away before he answered me." Zhang Shuangtong said with a grin.
Zhang Liantang smiled with a little clarity.
"If you don't answer, you'll answer." He said, "It must be a local, otherwise you wouldn't have gone there in person and come later."
Zhang Shuangtong said oh.
"The old doctor is the same. He just wants to hide what he wants to do, and he is shameful." He said crisply, and smiled again, "Is it because of the beauty in the golden house?"
Zhang Liantang turned his head and ignored him, and the old man Zhang was already staring at him.
"Another nonsense," he shouted, even though his breath was insufficient, his voice was still stern.
The boy Shuangtong was not afraid and smiled and gave a little exaggerated salute.
"The grandson knew he was wrong," he said.
Old Master Zhang glared at him and lay back on the bed with the help of his maid.
"I don't have the strength to care about you." He said, with a little depressed feeling, "If you don't have more knowledge and politeness, do you have to rely on your brothers to live? Your daughter's family business cannot withstand corruption. You should do it yourself."
Hearing his depressed words, Zhang Liantang looked solemn. Zhang Shuangtong hurriedly put away his laughter and admitted his mistakes again and again, and promised to study hard. He read two new poems. Only then did the old master Zhang's expression clear, and the two sons dared not stay for a long time and then left.
"Didn't you just eat too much stalactite? Why is my grandfather so depressed?" Zhang Shuangtong whispered with a worried look on his face.
Zhang Liantang frowned, and a little black mole on the corner of his eyes became even more visible.
"My grandfather's yang energy is gradually declining, and it's not good for a long time, but I'm afraid it's not good." He whispered.
Zhang Shuangtong yelled.
"I hope the prescription that Dr. Yang has hidden is useful." He said, with some hope.
Zhang Liantang has no expectations.
"I hope." He just said.
If there is really a strange formula, why did you remember it until now?
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"You want my prescription?"
When Xue Qing heard Yang Jingchang's purpose, he was a little surprised and a little aware of it. No wonder he sent Xue's mother away as soon as he entered the door.
Thinking of this, I laughed again.
"Doctor Yang is afraid that my mother won't give it to you?"
Yang Jingchang looked at her but did not smile.
"Mr. Xue, I'm afraid you will explain the origin of the prescription to Lingtang." He said.
Xue Qing said that this was the medicine his father had used, but first of all, he said that he had lost his memory, and secondly, if his father had really used such effective pills, Xue's mother should have known it better.
It was obvious just now that Xue’s mother didn’t know that the medicine Xue Qing used was no longer prescribed by Yang Jingchang.
Xue Qing was not panicked by him, but just smiled.
She knew that she was not fully uttered, but there was no need to care too much about this little thing.
"I got the prescription myself. If I say it to my mother, after all, I am young and not as respected as Dr. Yang, it is convincing." She said.
"Where did Mr. Xue get it?" Yang Jingchang asked.
This question is inappropriate, and it may be inconvenient to answer, and it is understandable if you don’t answer, after all, it involves a secret recipe.
But Xue Qing did not hesitate at all.
"In the dream." She replied neatly.
Yang Jingchang was speechless. This means the same as not telling you.
"Then can I borrow this medicine prescription?" He stopped asking and said.
Xue Qing didn't care whether Yang Jingchang believed it or not, it didn't matter where the prescription came from. What was important was whether the prescription was useful, and she had already proved it herself.
"I don't understand medical principles." She pondered for a moment, "I'm just targeting my disease, so other patients..."
"I am a doctor, I will grasp this." Yang Jingchang took her words and said, "I know your condition and other patients' condition. Should I use it to decide how to use me?"
Xue Qing smiled.
"It means that if you cure it, you will be paid for it. If it is cured, it has nothing to do with me?" she joked a little.
"That's natural." Yang Jingchang said simply, taking out a silver ingot, "This is a deposit."
Xue Qing looked at Yin Zi in front of him and sighed.
Saving people is always a good life, but it’s a pity that she didn’t learn this.
Chapter completed!