The car stopped, and an old man with gray beard and hair got out of the car on the wooden pier. He had a thin face, rosy complexion, a solemn appearance, and walked slowly and steadily.
After meeting each other politely, the prime minister couldn't wait to say: "Please, Lord Marquis, please introduce me to a miracle doctor first."
Donghou took Han Shaer's left hand and said, "This is Ah Ben, Xiaohou's adopted brother."
The prime minister looked at it, stepped forward, took Han Shaer's right hand, and praised: "You are young enough to be talented!" He turned around and ordered: "Get it!"
A guard brought a black cloth scroll. The prime minister took it, pulled out a light yellow silk scroll, and proclaimed: "This is the king's edict!"
Dong Hou led the crowd and wanted to salute and accept the edict, but the Prime Minister stopped him with his gestures and said: "Master Hou, no courtesy! The edict is only for the miracle doctor."
Han Shaer stood firm without moving, took it when it was handed to him, and unfolded it to read. It was not an edict, it was similar to an invitation. The first part expressed his earnest intention, and the second part emphasized the promise of five thousand households with a fiefdom. It was stamped with a vermilion seal. He folded it.
As before, he handed it to Donghou and said with a smile: "Brother Jiang, keep it. This is the certificate."
Donghou accepted it and asked the chief retainer to place it in the shrine in the main hall according to the old practice and offer it to him. Then he smiled and said: "Prime Minister, you are tired from traveling and riding. Please wash and satisfy your hunger first, and then make arrangements for the imperial edict."
The Prime Minister responded gracefully: "Since the miracle doctor is your younger brother, I will listen to the Lord Hou's mediation." Following Donghou's "Your Majesty, please" and "My Lord, please", he pulled Han Shaer up and drove together, for fear that he would run away.
As if.
Madam planned to miss the bath, her smile faded, she frowned slightly, and walked away listlessly with Ajia...
At the Qionglin banquet, there were many songs and dances. Donghou and Han Shaer took the main seats. The prime minister and the doctor sat in the guest seats, drinking and chatting. After four rounds of wine and eight delicacies, the prime minister held up the bottle and said: "I respect you
A bottle of miraculous medicine! This trip was rushed and I didn’t take enough precautions. Please forgive me for any shortcomings.”
Han Shaer said politely: "The words of the pavilion are serious! How can a small doctor be so virtuous and capable, why bother the great master of the pavilion?" He raised his bottle and drank.
The prime minister said again: "Respect the miracle doctor again! I am presumptuous, but the queen is getting heavier day by day, and the king is eagerly waiting for it. He dares to ask the miracle doctor. After the banquet, he will take care of his elegant affairs and condescend to move the horse to rescue people in distress. I am willing to lead the horse and stir, unknown.
Is that possible?"
This old man has lowered his status and his words are so humble that it is difficult for Han Shaer to refuse. There are still nearly a hundred patients in the square. If they are ignored, it will be a good start but not a good end, and the effect will be completely opposite. It would be better not to provide free medical treatment at all - old man
My son said that he should handle his duties properly. Although he was speaking modestly, there was still room for discussion. Just as he was about to explain, he suddenly noticed that the other party often turned his face when looking to the left. A thought occurred to him and he looked carefully. He found that the old man's left eye was cloudy and dim, and he was sick.
!
It was easy to handle. Han Shaer drank it all in one gulp and said: "How dare you disobey me when I ask you to show your love to me on the pavilion? The little doctor made a wild guess. I don't know if there is any problem with the left eye of the pavilion?"
The Prime Minister's hand holding the chopsticks trembled slightly, and he said dejectedly: "As an old man, the sun is declining, and the body, hair, and skin are gradually deteriorating. I have eye disease that has been there for many years, and my left eye is like blindness. There is no cure!"
Han Shaer stood up with a smile: "The little doctor is not talented, but I am willing to give it a try for the pavilion."
The Prime Minister was overjoyed: "It can be cured?" Han Shaer nodded: "It can be cured!"
"Can it be cured?" Han Shaer emphasized: "It can be cured!"
The Prime Minister stood up and saluted: "Thank you for the miracle doctor!"
Han Shaer stopped nagging, came to the side of the Prime Minister, and sat him down. No need to diagnose again, the old man had cataracts, he took out three needles, inserted them into the three acupuncture points on the upper, lower, and left side of the blind eye, and squeezed it.
After a few blows, he pulled it out and covered his blind eye with one palm to close his eyes. After a while, the prime minister's tears flowed out and dripped on his cheeks. They were not clear water, but turbid and mixed with gray and white dots.