Man Bao ignored the hustle and bustle outside and immediately took the book and walked to the lamp to read it. Doctor Xiao and Doctor Liu also crowded in because they were close to her due to their high status.
The three of them carefully opened the two pages and could barely make out the words on them. "It seems to be true. This recipe..."
Dr. Xiao couldn't help but get closer, and after some debate in his mind, he said: "Not to mention the prescription, just because he moxibustion with stones before using the medicine is better than us using the medicine first, and then look at the rest.
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"Qing Sang Jing" is the medical experience recorded by Hua Tuo. It not only contains prescriptions, but also various other treatment methods, including serious illnesses such as wind and cold, headaches, and strange illnesses such as bugs crawling into the ears.
Minor symptoms such as sneezing a few times were also recorded.
Treatment methods range from complex to simple. Some can be treated by directly heating pebbles and wrapping moxibustion points with cloth; others require abdominal dissection and the use of knife and scissors.
The three of them stood together under the lamp and looked at each other for more than an hour, until their necks were so sore that if they moved again, they could only feel dense numbness rising in the soles of their feet, and the three of them could not move for a while.
Man Bao moved her feet gently. She was young after all, so she was the first to recover.
She looked at the two of them, carefully applied her medical skills, blinked her sore eyes and asked, "Do you want some help?"
Doctor Liu and Doctor Xiao stretched out their hands together.
Man Bao carefully put the book on the shelf aside, helped her sit down at the table one by one with one hand, and immediately ran back to get her medical book.
The three of them sat at the table. Dr. Xiao poured himself a cup of tea and drank it in one gulp, which made his heart cool.
He glanced at the bitter tea in the cup and didn't mind that it was cold at all. He said to Zhou Man, "It should be true. Even if it's not true, this is still a real medical book written under the guise of Hua Tuo's name."
Its usefulness is not small.
Man Bao and Doctor Liu also thought so.
Man Bao sighed: "It's a pity that the gift was given too late. If it had been earlier, maybe we could have followed the traces and found the next volume."
That's right, they just flipped through the last few pages. This manuscript is just the first volume, not finished at all.
Doctor Xiao said thoughtfully: "The Queen Mother came from a distinguished family, not to mention the wars in the past few decades, and many of her classics were left alone. It would be difficult to find the origin of such a medical classic mixed with other books.
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It's not that it's not easy, it's that it's almost impossible.
Unlike other books, medical classics are probably not as valuable as a good copybook in the eyes of these nobles and nobles.
Even Dr. Liu, who has always been good-tempered, couldn't help but sigh: "The pearl is hiding behind the scenes."
Man Bao happily held the book and said, "Now it's Ming Tou."
Doctor Xiao and Doctor Liu: ...What should I do if I suddenly feel a little jealous?
While they were talking, a medical assistant came in and reported, "Mr. Liu, several princes in front of me are unwell."
Dr. Liu is now acting as the head of the hospital, so everyone is still accustomed to calling him Dr. Liu, but he is indeed in charge of the affairs of the hospital now.
He stood up and said, "Let's go and take a look at the front. It's time for us to get busy."
After the mourning hall is decorated, the royal relatives in the palace will begin to cry, including the Queen Mother's biological sons, grandsons, daughters-in-law, grandsons-in-law, great-grandchildren, etc., as well as non-relative sons and grandsons, as well as various royal family members.
There were quite a lot of them, both old and young. Some of them felt dizzy, others felt uncomfortable, and the imperial doctors were busy.
Man Bao was about to put the books back into the box and go with them. Then she remembered something and immediately put the box in first, and then carefully put the six medical books on it. She then walked towards the screen holding them.
There is a small bed there for people to rest.
Xiao Yuanzheng took a look at it, frowned and said, "It's not safe to leave this thing here. There are so many people with so many hands. Otherwise, why don't we have someone send you back to the Taiyuan Hospital or Chongwen Hall?"
"The people in the palace are so busy that they don't even have time to touch the floor. It's even more inconvenient to move it around. It's better to keep it inside."
Man Bao moved it in, then squatted down and opened the box again, looked around and asked Keke, "Can they see it?"
Keke: "They have left first, and there is no one in the house now."
Man Bao immediately hid all six medical books in the space. The two boxes were too big, so she confiscated them. Instead, she covered the boxes and pushed them under the bed.
No one dares to steal something as eye-catching as a statue of Lao Tzu or a Buddha statue.
Man Bao trotted to catch up with Dr. Liu and the others.
The mourning hall has been set up. The emperor and the empress led the prince's children and concubines to kneel at the front, while those in the back knelt according to the distance between them.
Because the royal family can give birth, people knelt down in the courtyard outside. The night dew was heavy at this time, and it was already cold after the Mid-Autumn Festival. The young and middle-aged people were okay, but there were still several elderly princes and younger people kneeling outside.
Royal relatives.
The ones who are uncomfortable are the old princes.
They were really uncomfortable. They had lived in luxury for many years, and some of them were addicted to wine and sex. They were already old, and they felt uncomfortable when they knelt down again.
They have been kneeling for half an hour.
After confirming that the person is really feeling unwell, they will prescribe the necessary medicines and administer the necessary injections. Not only them, but the medical assistants are also very busy.
After being busy until late at night, the emperor finally asked everyone to go down to rest. There would still be cries in the morning.
He glanced at the child kneeling in the palace and said to the princess: "You can go back with Yingnu in your arms. The child is young, so don't let him be frightened."
Let Princess Gong also take her son back.
Then the emperor looked at Prince Gong's legs and was unwilling to let him kneel down, so he went back with Mingda Changyu, leaving only the prince to accompany him.
Mingda didn't want to leave, so the emperor reached out and touched her head and said: "Good boy, your grandma knows your thoughts, but you are weak. If you get sick on your knees, your grandma will be sad."
So he asked Changyu to take her away.
After they all left, the emperor then asked Princess Yunfeng to be taken away as well. Suddenly, only the empress and the prince were left in the huge hall.
The emperor was not willing to let the queen watch the whole scene, and kept whispering to persuade her to go back and rest. However, the queen was always virtuous. How could she not kneel in mourning after the death of her mother-in-law? They all shook their heads and refused.
In the end, the emperor frowned and thought about it, but he didn't dare to take her away forcefully. He knew that if he really forced her to leave, she would probably feel even worse. If he was anxious, his illness might become worse.
Since the queen is here, Zhou Man cannot rest. The emperor asked her to stay on duty in the main hall. If the queen feels uncomfortable, she can turn around and look for her.
Zhou Man accepted the order and accompanied the three members of their family to watch the funeral in the main hall.
Doctor Liu and Doctor Xiao stopped what they were doing, sent a medical assistant to her, and then went back to the side hall to rest. They were still busy during the day.
Tomorrow morning hundreds of officials will go to the palace to mourn. Who knows which of the adults needs an imperial physician?