The young owner of the village greeted him personally, which was quite a show of honor.
"I've met the young master of the village and asked him to greet him personally. I'm really ashamed!"
Huo Feng clasped his fists and said with a smile.
"You're welcome. You are here to save my mother. What's wrong with me coming to greet her? If my father hadn't had some urgent matters to deal with, he would have come to welcome her in person!"
Yang Rulong laughed loudly, but couldn't help but look towards Shangguan Ling.
When he saw Shangguan Ling's face clearly, Yang Rulong's pupils trembled suddenly, as if his whole mind was involved in her, and he looked at Shangguan Ling for a long time, unable to recover.
"Ahem."
Huo Feng next to him couldn't help coughing.
Only then did Yang Rulong react, smiled and asked, "May I ask who this is?"
"This is the Thunder and Lightning Military Town of our Northern Territory Division, Lord Shangguan Ling!"
Huo Feng said calmly.
"The North Territory Division, Wind, Fire, Thunder and Lightning, each has twelve towns. I didn't expect that Lord Shangguan Ling would become a military town at such a young age! It's really admirable!"
Yang Rulong gave a thumbs up in appreciation.
"Young master, we are not here to listen to your bragging. If it is convenient, we can go to diagnose and treat the patient now. After all, everyone's time is precious."
Shangguan Ling said calmly.
Yang Rulong smiled, stopped talking, and quickly called everyone in.
Guangguang Villa is a typical ancient style villa, and all interior decorations have a sense of the times.
Everyone passed by small bridges, flowing water, courtyards, halls, and finally came to a quiet and elegant pavilion.
"Please wait a moment."
Yang Rulong nodded slightly and then walked into the pavilion.
I don't know how long it took before he came out again and said with a smile: "Please follow me in to diagnose and treat my mother."
People immediately entered one after another.
On the first floor of the pavilion, there is an incense burner and bookcase, which is very quiet and clean, and makes people feel relaxed and happy.
When they climbed up the rather steep stairs to the second floor, they saw a large screen in front of everyone and a bed behind the screen.
There is clearly a figure lying on the bed, and a famous woman is standing next to her. Judging from the outline of her clothes, she is obviously a maid.
"Everyone, this is my mother."
Yang Rulong pointed at the figure appearing on the screen and said.
Everyone looked at each other and frowned.
"Young Master, please remove the screen and let us observe the patient at close range. Otherwise, we will not be able to diagnose the patient's condition."
Gu Zhongming said.
However, Yang Rulong shook his head repeatedly.
"I'm sorry, old man. My mother suffered from a strange disease and was completely unrecognizable. The reason why I used a screen to cover her up was because I was worried that you might feel uncomfortable after seeing her. At the same time, my mother was too shy to see people, so she could only use a screen to cover her face."
"We are all doctors. What kind of tragedy have we never seen? How can we feel uncomfortable?"
"On the other hand, if the patient is too shy to see others, it will be more difficult to deal with."
"If you don't see it with your own eyes, how can you diagnose it?"
"This is difficult."
A group of doctors were discussing and whispering among themselves, pouring out their bitter opinions.
But Gu Zhongming shook his head: "Traditional Chinese medicine emphasizes looking, hearing, asking, and understanding. If you can't look, then just use the remaining three!"
After that, he walked forward, sniffed through the screen, and then said calmly: "Can the patient speak?"
"cannot!"
Yang Rulong shook his head: "My mother has almost lost consciousness. After diagnosis and treatment by other doctors, they all said that my mother will live in a few years. The reason why she is still breathing a sigh of relief is all because of the panacea my father has been searching for over the years!
"
"This...is difficult!"
The ancient bell rang and the old face suddenly fell.
"Ancient, what can you smell?"
Zhao Jing asked from behind.
Gu Zhongming shook his head: "The patient has no smell!"
