"Laifu, why is the young master getting sick now? Doesn't it usually only happen in the middle of the night?"
The middle-aged housekeeper asked the boy who came over and apologized to Guo Mo and Huang Rong.
"Boy, I'm really sorry. My young master is suffering from a serious illness. I have to go over there right now. I'm sorry." After saying that, he turned around and was about to leave.
"Wait a minute," Guo Mo called out to the middle-aged housekeeper, "Uncle, thank you for taking me in. The two of us are very grateful. My sister-in-law happens to be proficient in the art of Qihuang. I wonder if I can go over and have a look?"
While chatting on weekdays, Guo Mo knew that Huang Rong's martial arts skills could only be ranked second among Huang Rong's current skills. What she liked most was cooking, and what she was best at was medical skills, but she had never had the chance to use them. Common illnesses were not an issue.
Meeting such a family in such a remote village gives off a different flavor.
Although I haven't seen the master, from these servants, I can tell that the master here must be a kind person, and he will naturally want to help if he can.
The middle-aged housekeeper was overjoyed when he heard that there was a doctor who could treat the young master's illness.
However, when I turned around and glanced at the "sister-in-law" Guo Mo mentioned, I couldn't help but deny it in my heart.
This is too young, sixteen or seventeen years old? Still a girl.
The middle-aged housekeeper's reaction was all in Guo Mo's eyes.
"Okay, uncle, we will go with you if we can. If we can cure your young master's disease, we will try our best. If it doesn't work, it's not too late to think of other methods."
Seeing what Guo Mo said so sincerely, the middle-aged housekeeper was also very moved. Anyway, success or failure is just one more chance.
The middle-aged housekeeper no longer refused and led the way to the backyard.
"Zhang's House" is the third courtyard. Guo Mo and the others only live in the front yard.
After passing through the second gate, I walked for a while and walked around an open space. I didn't know what it was for, and then I came to the door of the backyard.
It seems that there are no female relatives in this house now. The middle-aged housekeeper directly took Guo Mo and Huang Rong into the backyard.
At this time, there are more people in the backyard than in the first two yards.
There was a man who looked like a carriage boss, who had already prepared the carriage and parked it in the backyard, ready to get in and go out at any time.
Several young men and maids also came in. When they met the middle-aged housekeeper, they all greeted him as "Uncle Cheng."
The housekeeper's name is Zhang Cheng, a son of the "Zhang House" family. His grandfather served in the "Zhang House" in his generation.
Zhang Cheng is now the housekeeper of "Zhang's House", and he has watched the sick young master grow up, so naturally he is very worried.
The three of them came to the bedroom door and said, "Wait a moment, please, let me go in and take a look first." Zhang Cheng bowed his hands and confessed, pushed the door open and went in first.
Guo Mo and Huang Rong were waiting in the corridor.
"Brother Mo, why do you say that I can treat illnesses? Judging from their family's condition, it's probably not an ordinary illness. I'm worried that I won't be able to handle it."
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Huang Rong whispered to Guo Mo.
"Don't worry Rong'er. If it's a common problem, you can try your best to cure it. It's also our fate that we got lost and went wrong."
"If it's really a difficult miscellaneous disease, they will probably seek medical advice countless times. It makes sense that you can't cure it. No one will blame you." Seeing Huang Rong's nervousness, Guo Mo hurriedly explained.
Time passed a bit long, almost two quarters of an hour passed before Zhang Cheng came out of the room.
"You two, please forgive me for keeping you waiting for a long time, because the young master has been ill for many years, and it can be said to be a problem with the fetal belt."
"My master is very worried about this. He has traveled all over the country in the past few years, but his condition has not improved at all. It is getting worse and worse..."
"Originally, I was going home this time. The master said that it was destiny, so I had to go home. I couldn't let the young master 'disappear' outside."
"Because of the snow, the young master's body has become weaker. He is afraid that he will not be able to withstand the bumps, so he is staying in this old house where he doesn't come back often."
"Just now, I mentioned the matter of you two to the master," Zhang Cheng said, seeming a little embarrassed.
"At first, I didn't want to trouble you two, but then I ventured to say a few more words. Finally, I wanted to invite you two to come over and have a look." Zhang Cheng said with a somewhat unsteady look in his eyes.
Guo Mo knew in his heart that they must have had a serious disagreement just now. After all, they traveled to so many places and couldn't cure the disease for several years. How could it be cured by just two people staying at home?
If you say this, no one will believe it. If Guo Mo encountered such a thing, he probably wouldn't bother and just refused.
Come to think of it, it was Zhang Cheng who really felt sorry for the young master and couldn't remember the child's suffering, so he simply "used a dead horse as a living horse doctor".
Guo Mo understood their feelings, and there was no need to expose him. After all, he didn't have any confidence in his heart. He just happened to meet them and wanted to take a look on a whim.
Guo Mo and Huang Rong followed the housekeeper Zhang Cheng into the house, and a strong smell of Chinese medicine hit their faces.
There were not many people in the room. There was a child lying on the bed. He looked about five or six years old. He was thin and withered, his face was pale, and he kept moaning.
Sitting beside the bed was an old gentleman, who must have been the invited doctor. He was taking the child's pulse, shaking his head and sighing.
A teenage maid, holding a bowl of medicine, stood at the bedside, looking at her young master, and kept shedding tears.
There is another person next to him, with a medium build, dressed as a military official, with a white face and a short mustache. He looks very kind and looks like he should be in his fifties.
With anxious and sad expressions on their faces, they didn't even seem to notice Guo Mo and the others coming in. They just paid attention to the old gentleman and the child on the bed.
"Master, I have invited those two over." Zhang Cheng stepped forward and said in a low voice.
When the officer came back to his senses, he saw Guo Mo and Huang Rong.
"You two are visiting my house. I have something to do at home, so I apologize for not being able to entertain you in person." The foreigner spoke first, Guo Mo, and Huang Rong apologized.
"I heard from the housekeeper that you two know the art of Qihuang, please show it to me."
It turned out that the sick child was the old man and his only son.
I had three daughters in a row before, and the eldest was already married and had children.
The sick child looks like he is five or six years old, but is actually more than seven years old. He is just sick all the year round and does not develop well.
The old gentleman in front of the bed saw another doctor coming in and hurriedly stood up and made way for him.
He also wanted to know if anyone could treat this child. After all, he had prescribed the prescription himself before, but it had no effect.
Huang Rong didn't refuse and sat down next to him.
I held the child's hand and checked the pulse for a while. The child's pulse beat very weakly, irregularly, and even intermittently.
Huang Rong opened the child's eyes again, asked him to open his mouth and check the tongue coating, then grabbed the child's hand and continued to take the pulse.
He frowned, seeming to have made a decision, but he couldn't believe it.
Finally, Huang Rong called Guo Mo over, "Brother Mo, help me lift this child up and let him sit cross-legged, facing inward and with his back to me."
Guo Mo didn't understand what he meant. He glanced at the waiter and saw that he had no objection, so he came to the bed and asked the child to sit cross-legged as Huang Rong said.
Huang Rong stretched out her right hand, pressed it against the child's back, and slowly introduced a trace of true energy into the child's meridians.
Huang Rong closed her eyes and felt the movement of her own energy in the child's meridians.
Suddenly, the child shouted: "It's cold, it's freezing to death."
Huang Rong hurriedly withdrew her hand, while Guo Mo supported the child and let him lie on the bed again.
"How is Rong'er? Do you know what disease this child has?" Guo Mo asked hurriedly.
Everyone in the room focused their eyes on Huang Rong.
"Three Yin Absolute Meridians!"
For a long time, Huang Rong couldn't believe it, but she helplessly uttered four words.