The imperial doctor of Taiyuan Hospital put away the documents and asked what the folk doctors wrote.
"There are descendants of the Yang family here." Huang Yuyi next to Feng Yuyi said in a low voice.
Doctor Huang examined the symptoms of the third master of the Chang family, and it was a descendant of the Yang family who diagnosed the bayberry sores of the third master of the Chang family first.
"Yang family?" Doctor Feng snorted disdainfully, "It's just a random statement made by a young girl. You should take it seriously. Yan Ge always wants to use the Yang family to argue."
Huang Yuyi wanted to tell Mr. Chang what happened, but looking at Feng Yuyi's face, he finally held back, "What should we do next?"
Dr. Feng waved his sleeves and said, "Would the emperor believe our words or those doctors?" He said, extending his hands to bow to the sky, "We just need to return to the emperor as planned before." After saying this, Huang strode out of Yan's house.
The imperial doctor hurriedly followed behind.
…
Yang Mo drank tea absentmindedly.
Mr. Yan Ge followed the imperial court, and the officials from Taiyuan Hospital entered the palace to meet the saint. Mrs. Yan waited quietly. Mrs. Yan seemed a little nervous. Now it was time to see whether the method Miss Yang came up with would work.
"Try Mr. Bai's recipe first," Mrs. Yan said, "Just don't tell me."
Western medicine has not diagnosed the disease, and traditional Chinese medicine is the most reliable way to diagnose the disease based on pulse. However, Mr. Bai is also hesitant and does not know what kind of disease it is.
Yang Mo then thought about Master Yan's illness. The rash only appeared on his arms. It was not painful or itchy, but it had ulcers. If she hadn't just stopped the doctor from touching it, she would have wanted to press it with her fingers through something.
, will the rash change?
"Madam." The mother in charge quietly walked up to Mrs. Yan at some point and said a few words in Mrs. Yan's ear.
Mrs. Yan's expression suddenly changed.
Mrs. Yan frowned, "What's wrong? You're secretive, are you afraid that I won't know?"
Mrs. Yan couldn't help but glance at Yang Mo.
Because she was here, Yang Mo stood up and found an excuse to go out.
Yang Mo was sitting on the corridor to get some fresh air, and heard the voices of doctors discussing in her ears. Suddenly a voice said: "Since we are not sure, we can't determine what the rash is."
It was the voice of the young man.
"Shen Weiyan, you don't have the right to speak here. Now Mr. Zheng has disowned you as his disciple, and the medicine shop has also dismissed you. Mr. Yan Ge didn't let you into the house without knowing it. You have no shame, and you don't want to think about your ancestors...
"
It turns out that the young man's name is Shen Weiyan.
"Diagnosing diseases is not based on seniority, otherwise the junior would never dare to speak. The junior feels that since the Yang family has detailed records of eczema, it is better to diagnose the disease according to the secret prescription prescribed by the Yang family."
"The Yang family's secret recipe?"
There was a burst of laughter in the room, "Unfortunately, Yang Bingzheng has been punished, so you can't enter Yang's pharmacy to learn from his master."
This was mocking Shen Weiyan for flattering the Yang family. Just as Yang Mo was thinking about it, when the door opened, Shen Weiyan walked out of the house in embarrassment, obviously being kicked out.
Seeing Yang Mo in the corridor, Shen Weiyan did not dare to move forward, lowered his head deeply, and held the shiny black old medicine box on his side with his hands, as if the medicine box was his only support.
Yang Mo glanced at Qiu Tong as if he didn't care, "Why don't you ask Mr. Bai."
Qiu Tong's eyes flickered and he naturally understood the lady's intention, so he followed the lady into the house without answering.
Shen Weiyan, who was standing aside, saw the emerald green embroidered shoes slowly walking away. His ears were filled with the rustling of green bamboos blown by the wind. Miss Yang's voice lingered in his mind for a long time. It took him a while to realize that Yang
The eldest lady suggested that he go find Mr. Bai.
…
The atmosphere in the room was very awkward.
Mrs. Yan, in particular, couldn't stop her eyes from beating. When she heard that her son had raised an outside wife, Mrs. Yan felt like scalding hot water poured into her heart. She had always trusted her son, but she didn't expect that her son would do this without telling his elders.
This kind of thing comes.
She didn't know how to explain it to the elders of the Yan family.
If Miss Yang hadn't been present, Mrs. Yan would have burst into tears at this time.
"Since something happened, there is no need to be so timid." Mrs. Yan said sternly.
Mrs. Yan raised her head and raised her flushed face to look at Yang Mo, "We also just found out that Qiao Er set up an outer chamber. When the outer chamber heard that something happened to Qiao Er, she came to ask... She also had a rash on her body.
I don’t know if it will be passed on from person to person... I think it’s okay on weekdays. Now if I look at this joint, it won’t be helpful to diagnose the disease... But there is no reliable person at the moment..."
Yang Mo said directly: "Madam, you want me to see the rash on my aunt?"
Mrs. Yan had a look of shame on her face. How could a serious young lady treat a servant? What if this disease really spread to humans? She had no choice but to risk her face and speak. Thinking about it, she knew that Yang
It's impossible for the eldest lady to agree.
"Madam, please invite my aunt here!" Yang Mo did not hesitate, "As long as the patient is a patient, she is willing to do her best."
Mrs. Yan looked at Yang Mo in surprise.
Yang Mo smiled slightly. Could it be that she came to Yan's house to diagnose Second Master Yan because he was of noble status?
Miss Yang agreed, and Mrs. Yan hurriedly arranged for Mr. Yan's aunt to enter the house. Soon everything was settled, and Yang Mo went to the suite to see the sick aunt.
Because of the barrier between men and women, she couldn't see Mr. Yan's rash, but she could carefully diagnose the aunt's illness.
"Where are the rashes? Let me see."
The woman on the chair wears a bun, she is only slightly older than her, and has a strong bookish look between her eyebrows. She does not look like an ordinary woman.
The woman blushed and took off her bra, exposing the skin under her neck.
Yang Mo lowered her head to look, and heard the worried voice of a woman in her ears, "Is the second master okay? They refused to tell me...if I got a rash and infected him." She was already choking after speaking.
Voice.
"I know he will definitely not tell me, but I'm worried that the illness will not be delayed because of this. The second master is a good person... He is..." The woman's tears kept falling.
"Don't cry," Yang Mo handed the pink silk gauze into the woman's hand, "Let me look at the symptoms carefully before I can help you." It turned out that Mr. Yan was hiding his illness because he was afraid of implicate this woman.
The woman opened her eyes with tears in her eyes.
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The emperor was not in the South Study Room or Yangxin Hall, but moved to the Shangqing Courtyard in the palace.
Mr. Yan Ge walked into the Shangqing Courtyard with mixed feelings in his heart. The huge palace was not as big as a Taoist temple.
"Mr. Yan Ge, my lords, please wait a moment," the chamberlain in Taoist robes said in a low voice.
It took a long time before the door of the palace was opened, and a burning smell suddenly hit our face. There were five or six Taoist priests surrounding the large alchemy furnace in the palace, who were refining some kind of elixir.
Bypassing the alchemy furnace is the emperor's resting house.
"The elders are common people, so we have to stop here." The chamberlain turned around and ordered the Taoist priest next to him to take the purification talisman and stick it on the chests of Mr. Yan Ge and others, and then put Mr. Yan Ge into the inner room.
The room was filled with magical instruments used by Taoist priests. A thatched shed was built in the middle of the room. The servant saluted to the thatched shed, "Your Majesty, the elders are here."
Only then did Mr. Yan Ge know that the emperor was in the thatched house, busy kneeling and worshiping.
"Get up!" A long-lost voice sounded, "Has the illness been cured?"
Doctor Feng hurriedly bowed and replied, "I think Mr. Yan Ge's beloved son is suffering from bayberry sores."****************************
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