I originally went to the kitchen to have a meal, but I didn't want to be surrounded by the nuns, so I just started to diagnose and treat them on the spot. In fact, what I knew was nothing more than some common medical knowledge, but when it came to these relatively closed-off nuns with some psychological problems, I was shocked.
It's been of great use.
Many of the nuns here were the favored concubines of the late emperor. They were once golden, stunning in sex, and favored by many. However, they had no choice but to be beautiful and unlucky. God was not kind to them, and they could only die with the death of the late emperor.
Being driven here to wait for their lives to pass away and dry up. I looked at their hands, which were as slender as green onions, with two slightly thick calluses on their index and middle fingers and drooping corners of their mouths, which were used to move countless beads and recite scriptures countless times.
After spending the lonely years in desolation, it is all that remains.
Many people are not sick, but no matter what I say, they don't believe it. They are sure that there is something wrong with their bodies. After thinking about it, I have to give up the idea of convincing them and start thinking about asking my mother to bring some if she comes tomorrow.
What kind of medicinal materials are good? Suddenly I felt that I was missing a few medical books in my luggage going up the mountain.
The tree heads slightly above the moon.
When I walked out of the kitchen door, my head started to feel dizzy.
"Hey! Junior Sister Jingyun! Wait, look, I forgot." Senior Sister Pingguang (this is our nun sister, who is familiar with us, of course she knows the name of the monk.) happily brought a bowl of rice to
I walked over and felt my stomach. I was not hungry yet, so I quickly declined: "Sister, you're welcome, I'm full."
Pingguang put the bowl and chopsticks into my hands, shook his head and said with a look of disgust: "I misunderstood, this is the meal for Master Huici who lives opposite you. Just when you go back to rest, just put the bowl at the door. If you can't eat it,
Let her take it!" The tone was very bad, then he looked at me and laughed again, and whispered: "Junior sister, I will leave you to worry about giving me the medicine, Amitabha!"
I took the bowl and nodded hurriedly as I left. Life here wouldn't be better than in the hospital, right? Three years? This is just the beginning...
Walking back to his yard, he looked at the east wing and then at the cold food in the bowl. He walked quickly to the door of the east wing. He raised his hand and approached to knock on the door, but he kicked something. When he lowered his head, he saw that it was a bowl.
The untouched meal. He squatted down and put the bowl on the ground. He turned around and wanted to leave. He hesitated and became curious. He squatted down again to pick up the bowl. There was an intermittent coughing sound in the room. He opened the door and rushed in.
The light in the room was very dark. I picked up the flint on the small table and struck it to light the candle. Through the flickering dim light, I saw a sallow-faced woman in her forties lying quietly on the bed. Light blue hair had already grown out of her bald head.
, seeing someone come in, she quickly propped up half of her body and looked around in panic. When she saw it was a stranger and the clothes she was wearing, she calmed down and closed her eyes and lay down quietly.
"Uh... Master Huici, please have a meal." He put the meal on the table and his thin body on the bed trembled slightly, but turned a deaf ear to my words.
Standing there, he turned around awkwardly and wanted to leave. A violent cough shook his lungs, and the wheezing sound after the cough was probably caused by the phlegm accumulated in the lungs.
Back then, when I was first hospitalized, I still couldn't figure out what kind of disease I had. I went to many departments, stayed in countless wards, and came into contact with many patients with different conditions and ages. We were all in the same room, and we felt friendly and close to each other.
"The seven emotions are depressed, the phlegm and saliva are condensed and the throat is not good." He glanced sideways at the dry whole grains and vegetables on the table, frowned and said: "First of all, you should eliminate your worries and avoid nervousness. Then in this diet... you need to eat easily digestible food.
, eat less irritating and fatty foods.”
She turned over and faced away from me.
Picking up the bowl and chopsticks, he sat down by the bed and said, "My mother has been very kind to me since I was a child. She was afraid of melting when she held it in her mouth, and was afraid of falling when she held it in her hands. Therefore, I was very pampered and overbearing, until one day
, I'm sick. When my mother heard the news, she cried hard. She hugged me and refused to let go. I cried too. After a long time, she said, baby, no matter what kind of environment you are in, please remember to breathe.
."
I put the bowl on the edge of the bed and choked up thinking about my mother. I stretched out my hand to help her and wanted her to sit up and said, "But one day, I forgot and got scared and thought I would never find my way home. Fortunately, I found it."
After we got married, my mother still loves me and loves me so much. I thought that when I grow up, I must honor my mother well, but I didn’t expect that fate would bring someone here and my wish would not come true. Since I am destined to live in the same courtyard with my teacher, how can I be like this?
If possible, I will send you a meal and ask the teacher to help you. No, it’s Jingyun’s sincere intention.”
He helped her sit up and put a pillow behind her back. Seeing her moved expression, he continued: "When people are alive, they always have worries. Even if they don't live for themselves, they should live for the people they care about. Whether they love or hate, it doesn't matter.
You have to think about that person's final outcome, whether it is good or bad. Although the monk's life is monotonous and poor, and material enjoyment is lacking, as long as you devote yourself to the study of Buddhist scriptures and your own ascetic practice, even if such a choice is a destiny of life that you have no choice but to
And I won’t regret it. In fact, compared to those intrigues in the officialdom or the harem, I would rather live this kind of indifferent life than get involved in the sweet, sour, bitter, ups and downs of the secular world."
She grabbed my hand in surprise, and the rice in the bowl spilled out. She smiled in confusion and handed the bowl to her.
Huici took it obediently and ate the rice with big mouthfuls, her eyes flashing with tears. After a while, she finished the meal, but she still looked aloof from thousands of miles away and smiled with satisfaction. It was an improvement to be able to persuade her to eat.
"Master Tai, I'll come over tomorrow and bring you some herbs." He picked up the empty bowl, had a new idea in his mind, and trotted out of the side room.