Chapter 384 'Using physical means to force the end of the feces will eventually fail
Chapter 384 "The history of using physical means to forcefully end constipation and ultimately failing to achieve full success" (Please subscribe)
At this time, Changsun Wuji saw his eldest son Changsun rushing into the house. "Father, how do you feel about your health?"
Changsun Wuji forced a smile and slowly shook his head.
"Father, I invited Wang Yi Ling, why don't you let him take a look at it for you?"
Changsun Wuji looked at his eldest son who was very good at doing things, nodded, and sat up with force.
"It's better, Sir, that you can help me save my worries. Please ask Dr. Wang to come in."
After a short while, Wang Yiling, one of the two regular medical orders in the Imperial Medical Office of the Tang Dynasty, slowly entered the room.
First, he bowed respectfully to the uncle, and then stepped forward to check Changsun Wuji's pulse.
After looking around and asking questions, Wang Yiling's face couldn't help but look a little ugly.
"Wang Yiling, my father's illness..."
"Mr. Zhao Guo...did you not follow the dietary recommendations given by your subordinate during this period?"
After hearing Wang Yi Ling's words, Changsun Wuji, who was addicted to meat and hated eating fruits and vegetables, blushed slightly.
"Um, well, I actually followed Doctor Wang's advice and took it for a while, but I really can't keep my mouth shut."
"..." Wang Yiling almost laughed out loud. If you can't control your mouth, then do you think you can control your buttocks?
"Last time, I gave Zhao Guo a prescription for laxatives. It has only been less than a month. If he is still using it, I am afraid it will damage the foundation of Zhao Guo Gong."
After hearing this, Changsun Wuji's face became ugly. His wife also lowered her eyes with some sadness.
Changsun Chong, who was on the side, also changed his expression, and his tone seemed a little difficult. "Is there no other way?"
"It's not that there's nothing... it's just..." Wang Yiling looked around with a strange expression. "Please wait a moment, Duke Zhao. I'll have a chat with Mr. Changsun first."
After seeing Changsun Wuji nod, Changsun Chong and Wang Yiling arrived at the door.
Doctor Wang lowered his voice and said, "You didn't find someone to pay for it..." Doctor Wang made special gestures with his hands.
Changsun Chong suddenly realized that Wang Yiling meant that he had asked professionals to remove his father's feces in his mansion (Note 1)...
"This...it's not like I haven't tried it before, but..."
After all, Changsun Chong felt that he was an educated man, but at this time, he couldn't just watch his father's constipation getting heavier and heavier without telling him clearly.
I could only bite the bullet and say in a low voice, "I'd rather ask them to pay for it for my father, but my father really can't bear the taste."
"Furthermore, my father's stool is already as hard as stone. Whether it's the honey decoction method you taught me before or anything else, it's really hard to pass."
After hearing Changsun Chong's explanation, Wang Yiling frowned, with a look of embarrassment on his face.
"Sigh... If Mr. Zhao Guogong uses laxatives again in the short term, I'm really worried that his body won't be able to bear it."
"Don't you have any other options, Wang Yi Ling?" Changsun Chong couldn't help but feel anxious and saluted Wang Yi Ling again.
"I also ask Dr. Wang to ask you to find a way for my father to relieve his pain."
Doctor Wang quickly helped up the eldest son of the uncle of the Tang Dynasty, twirled his long beard, rolled his eyes for a long time, and suddenly his eyes lit up.
"Xiaoguan thought of a person. If it were him, maybe he could do something about it."
"Who? Please ask Dr. Wang to take someone to see him." Changsun Chong said quickly.
"Let's not be busy with this for now. It's hard to say whether there is a way. I will go see him first. If it is true, then I will come and tell the eldest grandson in person."
Hearing that Wang Yiling did not dare to take a guarantee, Changsun Chong naturally became less impulsive.
After all, he also knew very well that not everyone could find a way to cure his father's disease.
"In that case, I owe you the king's medical orders for your hard work."
"Where, where... Zhao Guogong is the pillar of the country. He plans for the country and the subordinate officials do it.
I'm just trying my best to help Mr. Zhao Guo's illness. It's hard to say whether I can help him."
Changsun Chong personally sent Wang Yiling to the door, then quickly turned around and came to the bedroom where his father, Changsun Wuji, was resting.
"Where is Doctor Wang's order for others?"
Seeing that his son and Wang Yiling had been out for so long, and only he came back, Changsun Wuji couldn't help but asked in confusion.
"Father, Doctor Wang is also helpless in dealing with your condition..."
Changsun Wuji's face suddenly turned ugly, and he reluctantly smiled at his wife, whose eyes suddenly turned red.
"Father, Doctor Wang said that he has a friend who is very knowledgeable in medicine. He just doesn't know if there is any good medicine for this area. He has to ask first."
"If there is, he will come over personally to inform the child."
After hearing this, Changsun Wuji nodded slightly. "The king's medical order seems to have his heart. That's all. Let's go down first. I will lie down for a while..."
Changsun Chong could only exit the house with his mother and stood outside the house, mother and son looking at each other in silence.
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In the Imperial Medical Office, Cheng Taichang's small official courtyard was already in the hot summer, but the servant who was loyal to his duties was still squatting at the entrance of the courtyard.
He sat as far inside as possible to avoid the hot sunshine, leaning his head on the door and dozing off, the cattail leaf fan in his hand shaking constantly.
The cicadas kept wailing like ghosts and wolves howling, but they couldn't cover up the energetic sound of playing cards coming through the courtyard door.
"Shunzi... I can't afford it, leave it alone, I want a bomb... I can't afford it, pass... one three..."
The energetic shouting reached the ears of the handyman at the courtyard gate, and swayed rhythmically in his ears.
It formed a beautiful lullaby, making him sleep so peacefully and deeply.
Wang Yiling and Zhang Yiling walked quickly while talking in low voices. When they reached a distance, they could already hear the familiar sound of playing cards reaching their ears.
The two couldn't help but look at each other and smile bitterly, shaking their heads.
After all, in the entire Tang Dynasty, the only person who had a different approach to medicine was Cheng Sanlang, who spent all day copying knives and hanging forceps, and whose treatment methods were shocking.
Wang Yiling couldn't help but hesitate in his steps, and subconsciously asked Zhang Yiling beside him casually.
"Would it disturb his business if we go by this time?"
"..." Zhang Yiling glanced at the handyman at the door who was sleeping like a pig with a dark look on his face, and the energetic sound of playing cards could be heard frequently.
He slapped his mouth and couldn't help but murmured something in a low voice. "Can this be called serious business?"
Wang Yiling slapped his forehead and nodded, somewhat dumbfounded. "That's right..."
The handyman suddenly opened his eyes and saw Zhang Medical Ling and Wang Medical Ling standing in front of him. He couldn't help but trembled in fright.
The cattail leaf fan in the back fell to the ground, and he was silent for a long time. Doctor Wang said helplessly to this guy.
"I was so stunned that I didn't immediately report it, so I said that I and Dr. Zhang had something important to do."
Note 1: This is a very special occupation, which is more technical than the tool for removing feces. After all, this thing requires using tools to remove feces from the buttocks.
Most people cannot bear this kind of work. First, the patient's sense of shame will cause the upper eye to close repeatedly, making the operation difficult.
Second, there is a lack of professional tools for operation, and the recipients often say bad words because they cannot bear it, which can easily hurt their self-esteem.
Third, the nature of this kind of work is usually very private, and it is usually only the most loyal servants in the mansions of high-ranking officials who take on this important task.
Therefore, it has been spread since ancient times, but it has not been industrialized. No dignitaries or intellectuals who have suffered from this disease are willing to record this treatment method.
Reference material - "The history of using physical means to forcefully end constipation but ultimately failing to achieve full success", which Qingliozheng carefully summarized from various hearsays.