Pan Chenggui endured the pain on his forehead and asked word by word: "Do you want me to keep you here?"
However, Zhufeng clasped his fists and said, "We'll talk about it after the grass-roots people have cured the master's illness.
Sir, you should be suffering from headaches now, nearly twenty times a day now. If you delay any longer, my Lord, you will die."
Huang Ji's face suddenly darkened, "How dare you disrespect the county governor."
Pan Ming forgot about the pain on his face and pulled Zhufeng to swallow more: "Master, please save father quickly."
"Young Master, it's not that I won't save him, it depends on whether your father wants to live or not."
"You..." Huang Ji was furious, but... he saw that Pan Chenggui's temples were visibly beating, which was a common symptom of headaches in adults.
He made some calculations in his mind: Anyway, he has tried many doctors, all kinds of charlatans, and even performed many rituals, but your headache has become more and more serious. It is precisely because of this that you hate those charlatans.
It's so deep down that I feel like it's all a lie.
If that's the case, then simply try again. It's just a matter of seeing a doctor. Even if you can't cure it, there's nothing wrong with it.
Thinking of this, Huang Ji took a breath and advised: "Sir, I think I can give it a try. If it can't be cured, I will take off his head."
This was obviously meant for Zhufeng, but Zhufeng didn't take it seriously and sat down leisurely to wait.
Pan Chenggui's headache became more and more severe, and he could hardly stand while covering his head.
Huang Ji was startled. This was the first time that the Lord had been in such pain. He panicked for a moment. Regardless of whether Zhufeng was really capable or not, he asked hurriedly: "What's wrong, Lord? Is his condition getting worse?"
Zhufeng nodded slowly: "Yes, you will faint in less than two seconds."
"Then why don't you hurry up and get treatment? If there is anything wrong with you, I will take off all of your heads." Huang Ji said fiercely.
Zhufeng shook his head, yawned, and said lazily: "Let him sit down."
Pan Ming quickly helped Pan Chenggui sit down, "Then what about master."
"Go get a set of silver needles."
When Huang Ji heard this, he immediately exploded: "You practice medicine, but you don't even have a silver needle? What kind of doctor are you?"
Zhufeng picked his chin, "Will it be cured or not? That's all it is. Let's treat the dead horse as a living horse. Doctor, hurry up, your family won't last much longer."
Pan Ming hurriedly ordered his entourage to go to the doctor to get the silver needle.
Pan Chenggui covered his head in pain and couldn't sit for a while. Zhufeng then ordered two sturdy nurses to hold Pan Chenggui's hand, then pinched it with two fingers, and quickly pierced Pan Chenggui's hand with silver needles.
head on.
His movements were very fast, seemingly random. Although Huang Ji's heart was in his throat, he didn't dare to disturb him at this time.
Soon, more than twenty silver needles were stuck all over his head. Although Pan Chenggui was sweating profusely, his head felt lighter for the first time in decades.
Facts speak louder than words. Whether he wants to or not, he has to admit that the man in front of him is really capable. If it is predicted that it will snow, it will be a coincidence, but the acupuncture to save people cannot be achieved by luck.
Seeing that his expression softened, Huang Ji hurriedly stepped forward and asked, "How do you feel, sir?"
Pan Chenggui nodded slightly, not hiding his gratitude: "It doesn't hurt anymore."
Huang Ji looked at Zhufeng again, but he cupped his hands and said, "Thank you, the miracle doctor." Although his attitude changed quickly, he was sincere.
Zhufeng waved his hand, "This needle needs to be inserted once every ten days, three times in a row. If you cooperate with the prescription I prescribe, you will be cured." He gestured to Pan Ming to get a pen and paper, and then wrote a few prescriptions with a few strokes.
Pass it to Huang Ji.
Pan Chenggui took the handkerchief handed over by his servant, wiped the sweat from his face, and then asked: "What does the miracle doctor want me to promise you?"
Zhufeng had already thought about it and pulled Zhao Qian in front of him: "The governor's house is so big, we don't have to worry about having more people to eat.
My brother is a farm worker and is very strong. It is cold this year and there will definitely be a shortage of firewood in the house. I would like to ask you to give him a job of chopping firewood.
There is also his wife, who is good at needlework. She sews all the clothes for my three children. Please find her some sewing work at home so that their family of five can survive this winter.
"
Pan Chenggui hummed, "That's easy to handle." Then he told his servants to make arrangements. After receiving the order, the servants waved to Zhao Qian's family, "Follow me."
Zhao Qian and Tong were both still stunned. At this moment, they realized what they were doing. The couple knelt on the ground with a plop. Zhao Qian burst into tears of gratitude: "Brother Bai, I cannot thank you enough for your kindness. Zhao Qian will definitely repay this kindness."
Zhufeng helped him up and said, "We are destined to be together for this journey. Besides, I didn't give you this job. If you want to thank me, you should also thank the governor."
Zhao Qian only reacted when he mentioned it like this. He knelt down in a hurry and panic to apologize and thank him.
Pan Chenggui didn't pay attention and waved his hand to indicate that they could leave.
"You only want me to promise you one thing." Pan Chenggui said.
Zhufeng nodded: "Yes, that's it, nothing else."
He turned back and glanced at his family. Qingyu and others then stood up and bowed together.
Zhufeng clasped his fists and said goodbye before leaving.
Are you... leaving now? Huang Ji looked at Pan Chenggui, then at Qingyu and others who had walked out of the threshold, and whispered: "Sir... this man has great medical skills, and this injection needs to be done every ten days
Prick once..."
Before he finished speaking, Zhufeng turned around and said, "Oh, by the way, for that silver needle, you can just find a doctor to pull it out in half an hour. I will come over when the next time the needle is applied."
Pan Ming shouted "Master, stay here" and chased after him, "Master, you saved my father, why don't you stay in the house. It's cold now and your family is so thinly dressed..."
"Let them go." Pan Chenggui stopped him and said, "I only promised him one thing, and I have already agreed."
Zhufeng snorted, this county guard was a fool, although he didn't want to ask for anything more.
Qingyu walked a few steps, stopped again, turned around and said to Pan Chenggui: "Young lady, you are so upright, you really shouldn't let the tens of thousands of refugees outside the city freeze to death in the cold winter. If you are worried that the refugees will cause trouble to the city, then the people
Female boldness:
Cold and hunger are the main causes of death for refugees. There are hundreds of thousands of people in the city. It is expected that many people have old clothes and cotton wool in their homes that they cannot wear or do not wear. Rather than pile them up and gather dust in each person's home, it is better to let them be put to use.
effect.
There are many young and strong people among the refugees. Now that wars are raging, it is the time to recruit people. If these young and strong people can be used by Daxia, it will not be in vain for you to give them a place to live and settle down.
In addition, Chengyang County is surrounded by mountains and rivers, with a moat just ten miles outside the city, and there are more game and wild vegetables to be found in the mountains. Unfortunately, there are gangs among the refugees now, which not only steal people's finances and eat babies, but also prevent refugees from going up the mountains to find food.
Isn't the world as big as the land of kings? These people have taken over the mountains and become kings under your nose, sir. They really should be suppressed.
There are countless counties, towns and towns in Chengyang County. These refugees can be distributed everywhere. Even if they collect firewood and sell it, they can still make some money.
Furthermore, if you generously donate your money, supplement it with some food, and build some simple shacks with soil as the foundation and grass as the roof, they will be much better off."
Qingyu's words were surprising. Pan Chenggui, Huang Ji and others all looked at the little girl in the yard in shock. She had a short haircut and looked less than ten years old, but her words came from a person.
What Mr. Jiao said from his mouth is really unbelievable.
This kind of insight, this kind of courage, and that cold and uncaring look should not appear in a child.
Pan Chenggui stared at Qingyu for a while, then said: "I will consider what you said."
Qingyu was blessed and turned around.
Pan Ming was stunned for a moment, then shouted "Master, wait for me, disciple" and chased after him.
Zhufeng stepped forward quickly and asked Wen Ya: "Then let's find a place to live first?"