Di immediately smiled and said: "Oh, I haven't even passed the door yet, so I'm just leaning like this." She looked at Shen Mengyun and said, "I said Miss Shen, it's better to take some poison and die, so as not to be tortured at home in the future."
Shen Mengyun also became anxious and her eyes widened, "Ms. Di, don't get angry if the marriage doesn't work out. If you dare to talk nonsense again, I will be behind you with unpleasant words."
Di thought carefully that she had nothing to do with the Shen family, and she chuckled, "What is the purpose of a big girl coming to a man's house alone? If she doesn't want to commit herself to her, then she's not afraid of ruining her reputation?"
Shen Weiyan hurriedly looked at Miss Yang. Miss Yang had a deep face and listened quietly. He felt anxious in his heart. He raised his head and said, "Ms. Di, don't call me over for medical treatment every three days. Your family My daughter is not sick at all."
Suddenly there was laughter from inside and outside the yard.
Shen Mengyun looked at her brother in surprise. He, an honest man, finally refuted it. Everyone knew that Aunt Di's daughter was "sick" every day, so she asked her brother to go over for consultation. Thinking of this, Shen Mengyun couldn't help but laugh.
Aunt Di snorted, tossed her sleeves and walked out of the courtyard. When she reached the door, she didn't forget to show off, "Everyone, please watch. If Miss Shen dies, it was this man and woman who conspired."
After Aunt Di left, the surrounding gradually became quiet. Shen Weiyan carefully looked at Miss Yang and said, "Miss Yang, don't be angry. I will explain it later."
"What?" Yang Mo came back to her senses and looked at Shen Weiyan. She seemed not to have heard what Shen Weiyan said clearly, and said for a long time: "Before using Bronchus Herba, you should use a prescription that nourishes blood and replenishes Qi. The amount of Bronchus Herba is also You have to increase it gradually," he said, looking at Shen Mengyun, "the medicine I mentioned cannot completely cure your disease, it can only help you alleviate your current symptoms. If you are willing to try it, please let someone go to Yang's house and let him know. "
Yang Mo thought for a while and then said: "It's best to go out less, don't be tired on weekdays, and do some exercise. When your brother comes back from a medical visit, ask him to wash his hands and change clothes first, and then talk to him, so as not to make the patient's illness worse. for you."
Shen Mengyun's frequent attacks of illness are related to poor living conditions, and Shen Weiyan often passes germs to his sister.
Yang Mo told Shen Weiyan, "Cinchona tree powder should be taken in an appropriate amount and cannot be done too hastily."
After saying that, Yang Mo stood up and said everything had been explained. It was time for her to leave. During these days, she still had to think about the medicine shop and find a doctor to buy all the medicine.
Shen Mengyun stood up and sent Yang Mo to the door. Shen Weiyan followed and saw Yang Mo get on the carriage. The brother and sister then sat together in the room and talked.
"Brother, I want to try Miss Yang's recipe." Even if it can make her illness less severe, at least she won't have to drag her brother down too much. Shen Mengyun said with a look of envy on her face. She really envied Miss Yang. Miss, no matter what those people say, she remains unmoved. She looks fragile but is so persistent.
Shen Mengyun suddenly said: "Brother, you can't like Miss Yang."
The man who was flipping through the book on the stool shook his hands to hide his embarrassment. Over the years, he has taken his sister to earn a living, but he has been rejected many times because of his face and his unyielding character.
He always felt that if he persisted, he would have a good life in the future. His sister accompanied him through hardships and always said words of encouragement to him. She had never advised him so directly.
"What are you talking about?" Shen Weiyan concealed his panicked heartbeat, "These words are too redundant. I only followed Miss Yang because I wanted to learn medicine from her." Thinking about his ruin. How could he have such a plan?
He can't even figure this out.
Shen Weiyan picked up the tea and drank it, and suddenly felt that the tea was very sour. He wanted to buy something better, but he couldn't bear it. He just shook his head and smiled, and that was the best he could do.
"Then Yan'er, didn't my brother say she was pretty good before?"
"She is too weak. We cannot support her. Even if we marry her, she will be in trouble sooner or later."
Shen Mengyun looked at her brother and smiled, "There will definitely be something better for my brother in the future."
No, Shen Weiyan lowered his eyes, no?
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Mr. Yan Ge came out of the yamen and was about to get on the sedan when he was stopped by Doctor Tong, the envoy of Taiyuan Hospital. What should be done to treat malaria? The emperor wants Miss Yang to intervene, so... what should the imperial hospital do?" Is it possible that the imperial doctors should all obey Miss Yang's orders?
A smile appeared on Mr. Yan Ge's lips, but there was no smile at all in his eyes. "Of course we must find ways to cure malaria so that the people will avoid suffering and the plague will not spread."
At this time, Taiyuan Hospital was still thinking about merit. No wonder they had made no achievements in these years. Now they are not as good as even the private doctors. Not to mention Miss Yang, even Dr. Shen is better than these imperial doctors with imperial salaries.
Mr. Yan Ge stopped talking and bent down to get into the sedan.
Seeing Mr. Yan Ge's sedan go farther and farther, Dr. Tong snorted and shook his sleeves with disdain, and hurriedly went to see Mr. Feng Ge. Dr. Tong waited outside Feng's house for an hour before the Feng family brought Dr. Tong Please come in.
Mr. Feng Ge had just woken up from his nap and was humming an opera in a daze. He didn't even raise his eyes when he saw the imperial doctor Tong. After a long while, he said: "The emperor asked you to treat the plague, why don't you make arrangements?"
Imperial Doctor Tong then knelt down and said, "Mr. Ge, please help me. Mr. Ge, please save me. If a teenage girl really takes the credit this time, how can I, the Imperial Envoy of the Imperial Hospital, have the dignity to continue doing this job?"
Mr. Feng Ge didn't seem to hear it. He lay in the rocking chair and swayed slowly, "That was recommended by Mr. Yan Ge, and the malaria was indeed cured. Even if you get some credit, it's natural. What are you afraid of?"
Even though he said this, it was not true. Doctor Tong felt uncomfortable, "Mr. Ge, Mr. Ge, you also know that Mr. Yan Ge has always disliked lowering his official position. This is obviously to make him lose face. As the saying goes When beating a dog, it depends on the owner..." Tong Yuyi said and lay on the ground.
"Get up, what are you doing?" Mr. Feng Ge coughed twice and scolded Dr. Tong, but Dr. Tong refused to get up.
Feng Gelao sighed, "Go to Qiao's house and see how Qiao Wenjing is doing." He paused and said, "With one hand missing, it's inconvenient for me to do things. As for the treatment of malaria, you can just let it go." If you do, as long as the malaria can be cured, I will naturally put in a good word for you, your Majesty. How can you, a court official, be afraid of a little girl?"
"Go ahead, don't go back as you live longer."
Dr. Tong had no choice but to stand up and leave.
Elder Feng Ge just wanted to forget it. Since the court arranged it this way, he respectfully asked Miss Yang to cure the malaria. However, he felt uncomfortable no matter how much he thought about it. Doctor Tong thought of going all the way to Qiao's house.
Qiao Wenjing was lying on the bed and couldn't get up, so the servants of the Qiao family let Dr. Tong into the house.
The doctor Tong then explained the matter of malaria treatment, "If the Yang family really recovers, what happened in the past...that's not what we have to do..."
Qiao Wenjing frowned and looked at Dr. Tong, who knew he had made a mistake and stopped talking.
"Miss Yang has indeed cured malaria. What Mr. Feng Ge said is right. Why do you have to worry about a woman? No matter how good a woman is, she can't be promoted to a higher position."
Doctor Tong said: "Miss Yang was recommended by Mr. Yan Ge after all."
Qiao Wenjing wanted to turn over, but every time he moved his buttocks, he felt pain like pinpricks. His malaria was much better, but the valley was as if it had been torn. Every day when he went to change clothes, he couldn't help but scream.
It sounds like it is really torture to death.
"Go back and let me think about it." Qiao Wenjing couldn't help but want to see the guest off.
Doctor Tong was frustrated again and had to leave dejectedly.
After seeing off the guests, Mrs. Qiao took Qiao Yuechan's hand into the house and asked the maid to put the vase with new branches on it. Suddenly the room became more lively.
Qiao Wenjing seemed to find it more pleasing to the eye.
Mrs. Qiao smiled and said, "It was Yuechan's idea." Having a smart daughter by her side made her feel a lot more relaxed.
"Father, do you feel better today?" Qiao Yuechan bowed before sitting down.
Qiao Wenjing nodded slightly, "It's much better than the past few days." As for the hidden illness, it was inconvenient to mention it in front of his wife and daughter.
Mrs. Qiao's eyes flashed, "Is what the doctor Tong said true? The imperial court asked Miss Yang to help cure malaria? Wasn't the master's previous efforts in vain? Mr. Yan Ge took the credit for the magic medicine of those monks..."
Qiao Wenjing said in a deep voice: "It's not easy for Mr. Feng Ge to keep me. If I want to turn around, I have to make long-term plans in the future."
Qiao Yuechan thought for a moment and then interrupted, "I heard it was Miss Yang who mentioned the magic medicine, otherwise Mr. Yan Ge wouldn't have followed Fan Monk to investigate, which would have harmed his father." At the end of the sentence, he looked at Mr. Qiao with concern.
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Mr. Yan Ge just used the woman's words to start a fight. Miss Yang saved his life after all. Just like Mr. Feng Ge said, why bother with a woman.
"Father, you don't know that Miss Yang was so brave that she actually cut open a patient's chest," Qiao Yuechan said, lifting the handkerchief and pressing it to her mouth, "Father's recovery is all because of his physical health, otherwise according to Yang
Who can stand the treatment like this from the eldest lady?"
Qiao Wenjing was surprised when he heard this. He moved his waist and legs in a forgetful mood, and his lower body suddenly felt pain again. "Cut the chest open? Is there such a thing?"
Qiao Yuechan nodded, "The patient is no longer alive. The Chang family doesn't know Dr. Tong, so they came to our house and wanted Dr. Tong to help with diagnosis and treatment."
Qiao Wenjing thought about his daughter's words, and suddenly his eyes lit up. A great opportunity was before him. Why should Dr. Tong worry anymore? If something happened to the person recommended by Mr. Yan Ge, Mr. Yan Ge would be disgraced. The benefits of treating malaria
It will completely fall into Tai Hospital.
"Quickly," Qiao Wenjing stretched out his hand, "let someone go and bring back Dr. Tong, explain the whole story to him, and ask him to go to Chang's house." The patient was indeed dead. How could the imperial court use Miss Yang to treat malaria?
The eldest lady also needs to explain clearly why she wants to use this prescription to treat the disease.
Mrs. Qiao ordered to go down, and the servants flew after the doctor Tong's sedan.
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