Pushing the embarrassed-looking young man away, the third child of the Wu family picked up his father in the carriage, turned around and strode towards the hospital.
The group of ticket sellers who originally surrounded him just shook their heads with regret when they saw this, but no one dared to step forward to stop him.
Although Xiao Han was unable to eliminate scalpers, no one dared to touch the rules he had set here, especially those involving forced buying and selling. Once caught, the consequences would be extremely disastrous.
"Let's go, let's break up!"
"Bah! I let you take my business! You deserve it!"
"Hmph, Xiao Liuzi, didn't you say that my father was dying yesterday? Why is it that my mother is dying today?"
"Go away, how many years have passed since my father and mother died!"
Seeing Wu Laosan walking into the hospital without looking back, a large group of people crowded at the door suddenly lost hope and began to blame each other and look for the next target.
After all, for people like them, the hospital, where life and death are staged every day, is just a place for them to make money, just like the handymen and porters who work.
"Ahem, Master Yan, let's go in."
Not far away, Xiao Han touched his nose and urged Yan Zhitui to leave too with a guilty conscience.
Perhaps as a later generation, he has long been accustomed to the situation before him, and even carrying corpses to bid for prices is not uncommon.
But as a conservative Tang man, Yan Zitui still wanted to teach people to be good. Xiao Han was really afraid that Yan Zitui would not accept this cunning human heart and would think that this place was a place where filth could hide.
However, what Xiao Han didn't expect was that when Yan Zhitui saw all this, he just sighed, shook his head, and said nothing more.
Being dedicated to good deeds does not mean that Yan Zhidui cannot do any evil!
On the contrary, the dangers Yan Zhitui had seen in his life were beyond what Xiao Han could have imagined!
Just like the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva in hell, only those who are in sin and feel sin can finally find a way to save them and lead people to do good.
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The hospital in Xiaojiazhuangzi is very big, very big!
Big enough to subvert all Tang people’s perceptions of traditional Chinese medicine clinics!
Rows of small cement-brick buildings are arranged layer upon layer in the courtyard as far as the eye can see.
The sounds of crying, questioning, anxiety, and even the cry of a baby all converge here to form a unique expression of all living beings.
The third son of the Wu family carried his father on his back and wandered around here for a long time. During this period, he also asked several people. Then under the guidance of a kind person, he found Old Man Hua's clinic.
Old Man Hua's clinic is just like any other place. Except for the wooden sign with Chinese characters hanging at the door, there is no difference at all!
If you hadn't known it in advance, it would have been hard to believe that he was the director of this hospital.
"Mr. Hua! Please help me see if my father's disease can be cured!" He opened the door and threw his old father, who was bumpy all the way and couldn't even speak, on the chair in the consulting room. Wu Laosan hurriedly came to Old Man Hua.
He smiled flatteringly and held his hands in front of him.
"Is this your father?"
Old Man Hua was lowering his head and writing something on a piece of paper. Hearing this, he raised his head and looked at the dying Old Wu, and then at Wu Laosan, who had no trace of worry on his face. There was an imperceptible trace deep in his eyes.
The strange color flashed across.
"Of course he is my father! So many people in Chang'an City know me and my father!" Wu Laosan did not notice the difference in Old Man Hua, and still laughed. He even turned around and glared at Old Wu in the middle, hoping to make him
Confirm your relationship with yourself.
But Old Wu Tou only had half his life left at this moment. He was just clutching his chest and panting heavily. How could he say anything?
"okay, I get it!"
Seeing that Wu Laosan looked ugly and reached out to grab his father, Old Man Hua sighed softly, put down his pen, waved his hand and said: "Go and put him on this bed, I will check his pulse first!"
"Ah? Do you still need to check your pulse?"
Wu Laosan hesitated when he heard the words, and then tentatively said: "I heard that your acupuncture skills are great, why not just give him a few needles?"
"Nonsense!" Old Man Hua could no longer control his anger. He slammed the table and shouted angrily: "How can we administer acupuncture without diagnosing the disease first? If we make a mistake and hurt someone's life, how can we make amends at that time?"
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"I think you can really take the old man's life and save me from taking action!" Wu Laosan shrank his neck after being scolded and cursed secretly in his heart, but on the surface he was still frightened.
While apologizing, saying that his old father was ill and that he was too impatient, he quickly carried his father to the bed next to Old Man Hua, not forgetting to pull out his father's withered arm so that Old Man Hua could diagnose his pulse.
When the angry Old Man Hua saw this, he frowned and wanted to say something, but thinking of Xiao Han's previous instructions, he could only sigh softly and put his hand lightly on Old Wu's dry and cold wrist.
"Qi and blood stasis, liver qi stagnation, heat relapse and yin loss..."
In the consulting room, Old Man Hua closed his eyes slightly and slowly described his condition.
But Wu Laosan has always been ignorant, so how could he understand what he said? After listening for a long time in the fog, he finally couldn't help coughing and interrupted: "Ahem, I don't understand what Mr. Hua said.
How many injections would you like to give father? If you can’t prescribe medicine, I’ll fry it and give it to father.”
"It's best to rest for this disease, and take careful care of the caregiver!" Old Man Hua's slightly closed eyelids twitched twice, trying to give Wu Laosan one last chance.
However, Wu Laosan was thinking about the glory and wealth that would come after the success of the matter. What else could he have? Hearing this, he hurriedly said again: "Recuperate and take care of it for sure! But Mr. Hua, look at how hard it is for us to come here.
You have to grab some medicine, right?"
"Okay!" After hearing this, Old Man Hua finally no longer had any expectations. He took a deep breath and said to Wu Laosan: "You go out first, and I will give your father acupuncture!"
"Okay, okay, I'm going out right now!" When Wu Laosan saw that Old Man Hua finally agreed to perform the acupuncture, Wu Laosan immediately suppressed the ecstasy in his heart, nodded and walked out, and finally did not forget to close the door of the room carefully.
"Okay, come in!"
After waiting outside the room for a long time, Old Man Hua's tired voice finally sounded in the room again.
"Okay?" Wu Laosan, who was squatting at the door, heard the voice and immediately jumped up from the ground. Ignoring the dizziness caused by blood loss in his head, he pushed open the door and rushed into the consulting room.
In the clinic.
Old Man Hua was sweating a little on his forehead and stood by the bed with his hands trembling slightly.
On the bed, Old Man Wu's whole body was covered by a white curtain at the moment. Countless silver needles were inserted into it slightly. Even the face covered by the white curtain was inserted a lot. Except for the neck, which was empty, it was almost full of needles.
Silver needle outlines a person's silhouette.
"Eh? Why does acupuncture need to be separated by a cloth?" Wu Laosan was startled when he saw such a strange scene and wanted to ask, but Old Man Hua pointed at him tiredly: "You are here to take care of it.
