After dinner, Mingruo sat under the honeysuckle flower stand in the yard to enjoy the cool air.
Old Shen shook his cattail leaf fan and checked Nan Xing's homework.
Nan Xingzi recited the "Difficult Sutra" in a clear and eloquent tone: "The sutra says that if the human body is not diseased and the pulse is not diseased, it is called birth. If the pulse is diseased but the body is not diseased, it is called death. What does it mean?"
However: The human body is not diseased and the pulse is not diseased. It means that the number of breaths does not correspond to the number of pulses..."
After Si Haochen finished handling the confidential letter, he also walked out with his hands behind his back.
Ming Ruo waved to Si Haochen: "Come and bask in the moon together."
Si Haochen walked to the opposite side of Zai Mingruo and sat down on the stone bench: "Do you want to play chess?"
"Okay." Mingruo asked A Yuan to bring the checkers, and A Yuan thoughtfully added two lanterns under the flower stand.
Lao Shen's mouth twitched when he saw the box of colorful chess pieces next to the chessboard - are they all gems?
"What are your plans for tomorrow?" Si Haochen picked up the chess pieces and moved forward step by step.
"In the morning, I had a consultation at the medicine hall, and in the afternoon I went to Yunzhuang Pavilion to have a look.
"What about the day after tomorrow?" Si Haochen asked next.
"There are no arrangements." Mingruo's chess piece was inserted directly into Si Haochen's rear, "What can you do?"
"Take you somewhere." Si Haochen smiled mysteriously.
"Okay." Ming Ruo didn't like staying in the imperial capital either.
Old Shen secretly sighed - Alas, the master has only been in the clinic for half a day, and the 'Master's Wife' is already planning to kidnap the master.
Nan Xing finished memorizing the "Difficult Sutra" and saw that his master was silent, so he had to ask in a low voice: "Master?"
"Well, let's do the 'ward rounds' with Master." Lao Shen was hurt ten thousand times in his heart. The 'Master's Wife' is the 'stumbling block' that affects the master's ability to practice medicine and make money, and the master is a hero who has trouble with beauty.
After playing two games of chess, Mingruo yawned and said, "Let's also take a shower and go to bed."
"Yeah." Si Haochen put the chess pieces into the jade box.
Mingruo casually stuffed the chess pieces and chessboard into his 'sleeve pocket', stretched out and walked into the bedroom.
The two of them washed up and lay down on the bed. Mingruo turned over and said, "It's been a long time since I bought this house. This is the first time I've spent the night here."
"Can't sleep on the bed?" Si Haochen reached out and took his wife into his arms, "Shall we go into the space and sleep?"
"You have a beautiful idea!" Mingruo punched Si Haochen's hard chest twice.
"My dear, I can sleep a little longer in space." Si Haochen blew into Mingruo's ear.
"Haha." Mingruo rolled her eyes. She had already seen through Si Haochen's 'bad intentions'.
"Madam..."
"sleep……"
"A wife sleeps with her wife for her husband..."
In order to sleep a little longer, a certain Ruo had to bow to the "hungry" forces - enter the space to run a marathon with Mr. Hungry Wolf.
Early the next morning, Mr. Hungry Wolf, who had eaten and drank enough, not only practiced his sword, but also performed a set of boxing energetically. Mingruo floated to the bathroom, soaked in the tub prepared by Mr. Hungry Wolf, and sighed resignedly.
tone.
When the two returned to the bedroom, it was already bright outside. Mingruo changed into men's clothes and walked to the medicine hall with his hands behind his back.
"Good morning, Master." Nan Xing put all the drying medicinal materials on the shelf.
"morning."
"Master, Mrs. Qi's throat has been swollen. Do you want to go and have a look?" Lao Shen has completed his daily morning rounds.
"Okay, I'll go take a look." Mingruo walked into the ward where Mrs. Qi lived, accompanied by two nuns.
A well-dressed woman walked in, followed by a maid carrying a food box: "Mother, I brought ginkgo porridge, please eat some."
Mrs. Qi, who was lying on the bed, waved her hands to express that she didn't want to eat.
Out of professional habit, Mingruo knocked on the door that was not closed: "I came to check on the old lady."
"Please, Doctor Ming." A nun invited Ming Ruo in.
Mingruo checked Mrs. Qi's condition and found that the laryngeal edema had been relieved a lot and there was no need to continue intubation.
"Everyone, please go out for a moment. I want to treat the old lady." Mingruo asked Lao Shen to get the treatment tray.
Lao Shen brought the treatment tray over. After Mingruo disinfected his hands first, he put on disposable medical gloves. He first took out the cannula, and then treated the wound: "Okay, don't get wet these days, and change the dressing after three days." "
"Master, do you still need to take the anti-inflammatory injection?" Lao Shen asked.
"I'll have another day of vaccination today, and I'll just start taking anti-inflammatory drugs tomorrow." Mingruo said while writing medical records.
"Then I'll ask Miss A Yuan to come over for an injection later," Lao Shen said.
"Yes." Mingruo nodded, and explained some precautions to the nanny who was responsible for taking care of Mrs. Qi.
After seeing Mrs. Qi, Mingruo went to the medicine hall for a consultation. After seeing three or four patients who had made appointments, another person came to her who was more impressive than Shen Bichi.
The street was busy, but suddenly the curtains were raised. After a while, a young eunuch came into the medicine hall to clear the place. Mingruo was wondering, could it be that the queen was coming for such a big battle? He saw two maids on the left. On the right side, Yan Mingyu, who is getting stronger and stronger, walks into the medicine hall.
Yan Mingyu was wearing a pomegranate red palace dress with gold peonies, a high bun on her head, and a set of golden pearls on her head and face. The pearls on her head made a jingling sound as she walked.
Behind her were a group of servants, some fanning fans and some holding incense boxes and brocade handkerchiefs. A group of people were shouting and cheering, and the medicine hall was quickly filled.
Mingruo rubbed his forehead and asked Lao Shen with his eyes - "Did you recruit her?"
Old Shen was also shocked by this battle. Princess Ping had never been like this when she came to see a doctor before.
The score has been laid out so well that Mingruo couldn't turn a blind eye, so she had to stand up and salute: "Princess Ping."
"No courtesy." Yan Mingyu's attitude was quite respectful, "It's been a long time, Doctor Ming."
"I have just come back from a trip." Although Yan Mingyu is covered with thick makeup, her condition looks much better than Mingruo expected. "Princess Ping looks good. She is here this time..."
"This princess is pregnant. Your Majesty asked me to ask Dr. Ming to take a look." Yan Mingyu's attendant was more exaggerated than Shen Bichi. He directly carried a soft chair and placed it next to the consulting table. The maid carefully helped Yan Mingyu sit down, as if She is like paper.
"Let's check the pulse first." Mingruo took the pulse pillow and motioned to Yan Mingyu to put her wrist up.
Yan Mingyu put her hand on the pulse pillow, and immediately a maid placed a silk handkerchief on her wrist.
Mingruo touched her wrist pulse through the silk handkerchief. After some examination, she raised her eyebrows slightly - the improved version of 'One Dream for Years' that was returned to her had actually been solved...
"Doctor Ming, how is my princess's fetal condition?" Yan Mingyu asked softly.
"Princess Ping's fetus is very stable, there is no problem." Mingruo answered matter-of-factly.
"I wonder if Dr. Ming can tell whether the fetus of this princess is a boy or a girl?" Yan Mingyu naturally retracted her hand and quietly pushed the pulse pillow towards Mingruo.
Mingruo lowered his eyes and saw that a piece of amber the size of a pigeon egg had been pressed under the pulse pillow. It was crystal clear like a pool of gold water.
