Yang Mo stood up and took a few steps forward, leaning against the window and looking out.
Mrs. Yan hurriedly greeted her.
Mr. Yan Ge, who had a beard and an upright look on his face, calmly told Mrs. Yan, "Call Qiaoer over and ask the imperial doctor for consultation."
Mrs. Yan immediately said: "Mr. Bai from Baohe Hall has been invited and is diagnosing the pulse in the side room."
The imperial doctor next to Mr. Yan Ge immediately bent down and said, "Since we have invited the doctor, I will listen to the news outside."
The official next to him also said: "If I had known this, I wouldn't have had to follow the elder into the mansion."
These words clearly meant that he wanted to show favoritism, and he invited Mr. Bai to come over to cover it up. A contemptuous smile appeared on Mr. Yan Ge's face, "Since you two are here, why don't you come in? Besides, with the imperial doctor checking the pulse, the child's illness will be cured."
Faster."
The imperial doctor hurriedly bowed and saluted, "I will definitely do my best."
The person who wrote a memorial about the official's misconduct was Mr. Yan Ge. The imperial court asked the Taiyuan Hospital to investigate the Yan family's affairs, which was like slapping Mr. Yan Ge in the face.
The imperial doctor entered the side room first. Yan Ge was waiting for news in the main room. The servants in the room were also trembling. I don't know who accidentally knocked a tea bowl. Mrs. Yan hurriedly shouted for someone to clean it up.
Immediately afterwards, Mr. Yan Ge heard the voice of the imperial doctor coming from the side room asking, "Have you ever been to an unclean place?"
Mr. Yan Ge suddenly stood up.
…
In the inner room, Mrs. Yan was helped to sit on the soft couch, looking towards the door from time to time. Yang Mo also listened carefully to the sounds outside.
After a while, Mrs. Yan led someone into the house.
Mrs. Yan wanted to ask, but she raised her head and saw her daughter-in-law's livid face, and her heart sank, "How is it?"
Mrs. Yan shook her head, "The imperial doctor said it was... bayberry sores."
Mrs. Yan slapped her palm on the low table and her eyes became sharp, "It's so quick to diagnose bayberry sores. The imperial doctor at the Imperial Hospital really has a good pulse."
This was obviously prepared long ago, and Feng Dang would rely on this to defeat the Yan family.
"What did Mr. Bai say?"
Mrs. Yan shook her head, "The old man said it was caused by exogenous evil and dampness, and it was a rash."
Yang Mo listened carefully.
Mrs. Yan said: "My grandson never goes to that kind of place, how could he catch bayberry sores? This kid who often goes to the fireworks place in Beijing doesn't go to the doctor, but comes to our home first. What a hospital, what a city."
"Procuratorate," he stretched his arms and trembled a little, "I want to ask, what exactly is bayberry sores? My grandson is an innocent man, where did this kind of thing come from."
What's the use of arguing with people like this? Once the imperial doctor returns to the palace, the news will spread, and Mrs. Yan is so anxious that she can't speak.
"Since diagnosis is controversial, why not invite a few more doctors to come over and diagnose the disease together."
Hearing Yang Mo's voice, Mrs. Yan turned her head and looked over.
Yang Mo continued: "No matter what the disease is, if such a situation occurs, isn't it the same thing?" Mr. Bai is not sure about the rash, and other doctors will not be able to say it with certainty. This is tantamount to refutation.
Too hospital.
Mrs. Yan's eyes suddenly brightened. She only wanted to question the imperial doctor, why didn't she think of using this method? "Quickly..." she looked at the servant beside her, "Just say it was me, just to be on the safe side."
, invite more doctors to come over, especially those who are good at eczema. I only have a grandson in the family, so don’t use medicine indiscriminately, which will affect the root cause."
The servant hurriedly went to the side room to convey the message. After a while, he only heard Yan Ge Lao said: "As long as they are famous doctors in Beijing, I will invite all the people I can."
After the words fell, Mr. Yan Ge strode into the inner room. When Yang Mo saw him, he hurriedly stepped forward to salute.
Mr. Yan Ge paid homage to Mrs. Yan and said, "Let mother worry about it. I'll take care of the outside matters. Go and have a good rest, mother."
Madam Yan shook her head, "Tell me the truth, what are you going to do next? Do you still want to deliver the prepared memorial to the palace?"
Mr. Yan Ge did not hesitate at all, "I will send this memorial anyway. Feng Dang did all kinds of evil. He set up private brothels and flower houses, forced good girls into prostitution, and acted wantonly under the emperor's feet. The two provinces of Jiangsu and Zhejiang became Feng Guochang's private property.
The tax paid every year is less than one-tenth of the amount during Suzong's reign." Senior General Yan Ge put his official hat on the low table. The hat seemed to weigh a thousand pounds. "The highly productive areas reported disasters every year, forcing the people to receive disaster relief rice and grain. In the coming year,
Then double the amount was returned to the court. In many places, rice and stone were allowed to rot and not be distributed to the people, just to raise the price of rice. Last year, many places in Shandong were hit by disasters and no grain was harvested. However, the court did not distribute relief grain, but allowed the gentry to take advantage of the opportunity to annex it.
Regarding the land, the emperor asked the ministers to discuss the affairs, but some people said that if there is no food, we can find other food."
"The emperor is sure."
"The most ridiculous thing in the world," Yan Ge said, throwing aside his sleeves. "This time I would rather resign than submit the memorial. Let the emperor see clearly whether he is a loyal minister or a traitor."
Mr. Yan Ge's words were sonorous and powerful, as if he didn't care that officials outside could hear him. No wonder he was praised as a loyal and upright minister.
Mrs. Yan said with tears in her eyes, "Feng Guozhang wants to punish you for lax teaching. By the time you submit the memorial, the emperor will not believe you."
Mr. Yan Ge's face suddenly darkened. He didn't know that this time he was confident that he would hit Feng Dang hard, but he didn't expect that he would fall short at the last moment.
Is this the fate of the Great Zhou Dynasty? Without direct ministers like the Marquis of Guangping, loyal ministers from the in-laws, and capable ministers like King Kang, the Great Zhou Dynasty will be left to the treacherous parties to cause trouble. If this continues, the Great Zhou Dynasty will
Dead.
"You can write down the young master's illness, distinguish it from similar rashes, and use this as a basis to submit it to the emperor for his decision." Yang Mo looked at Mr. Yan Ge, "There is no basis for what you say. If you have a document, you don't understand medicine.
People who have seen it know that they cannot definitely say it is bayberry sores."
Veteran Yan Ge's eyes fell on Yang Mo's face. The teenage boy had a determined look on his face, and it didn't look like he was talking nonsense, "How can I make it understandable to people who don't understand medical science?"
Ancient Chinese medicine mainly relied on pulse to distinguish symptoms. Unlike what they learned in medical school, the differential diagnosis of similar diseases was based on symptoms and symptoms and making a table for comparison.
Yang Mo looked at Madam Yan and said, "Madam, could you please ask someone to bring you paper and pen?"
Everyone in the room looked at each other. Is the method suggested by a teenage boy really feasible?
After laying out the rice paper, Yang Mo picked up the writing brush. Fortunately, the Yang family hired a teacher to teach Yang Molan how to read when she was a child. Otherwise, she really wouldn't know how to write complicated traditional Chinese characters.
Pick up the pen and draw a table on paper to identify similar diseases commonly used in modern times.
"The important basis for differential diagnosis must be written above. Because it is a rash, it must include the form, signs of skin damage, onset characteristics, and location of the onset." Yang Mo thought for a while, and naturally in ancient times, pulse conditions were also added. "Pulse conditions, together with
write down."
These are collectively called clinical manifestations.
"Since it is said to be bayberry sores, it needs to be differentiated from pox, smallpox, red and white wandering wind, addiction eruption, rubella, drug eruption, pityriasis rosea, herpes, etc."
At first, Mrs. Yan and Mrs. Yan were still listening carefully. As Yang Moyue talked about it, their eyes widened in surprise. They never expected that a girl could talk about so many diseases, some of which they had never heard of before.
, if it was just nonsense, Miss Yang spoke it so fluently.
The dense words were written without any hesitation.
Yang Mo's mind was spinning rapidly, as if she had forgotten everything around her. She didn't even notice Mr. Bai coming in.
The room was silent.
Mr. Bai's deep eyes gradually became filled with panic. He had been practicing medicine for decades, and seeing this piece of paper in front of him made him involuntarily feel fear.
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