The prison was empty, and Tong Rentang was able to enjoy a single room. The ventilation was poor, and the smell of sweat, urine, and fishy smells were compounded by many compound gases that had not yet dissipated. Mixed with the musty smell of moisture, it could not be blocked even if you pinched your nose, but the flies did not dislike it, and they were free.
The ground was flying everywhere. The door lock was opened, the shackles and handcuffs clattered and he knelt on the ground: "Greetings to the Imperial Envoy, His Royal Highness the Medical King!" Han Shaer flicked his sleeves, swaying away the stench and flies in front of him, and looked down at his gray head and half-pouty eyes.
He asked in a flat tone: "Do you know me?" He replied: "I know, but I can't tell." At this time, he regretted so much that he wanted to hit the wall. Whenever he thought of the little brat in the past, he would become the king of medicine and live in the ravine.
What's wrong with teaching here? If he tolerated being ignored and told that it was related to the imperial envoy sending relatives, why would he poison him? He's getting older, but he's getting more and more paranoid... The voice above his head said: "In that case, you
Remember, you mentioned the three chapters of the Han Emperor's covenant, one of which is that the murderer must die. Considering the life you owe, it is not a pity to die ten or eight times, and your family will not be unjust even if you sit down -" Tong Rentang suddenly kowtowed to the ground with his head.
Calling: "Your Highness, forgive me! This old servant knows that his crime of killing is too serious, and he is willing to suffer the punishment of being cut into pieces with a thousand knives. I just ask Your Highness to be merciful and spare my family." His son's childlike innocence is the continuation of his life, and the little girl is the continuation of his life.
Urinating with a knot in your heart is a warm little cotton-padded jacket - Han Shaer said coldly: "If that's the case, why go to the trouble of poisoning your relatives and flesh and blood? Officials also kill the people, enemies also kill friends!" What was exchanged was silence.
, and said: "A person like you is disrespectful to God when you live, and will be a disaster to the world! If you can be a human in the next life, you can atone for your sins!" Tong Rentang was desperate and sad: "As long as there is an afterlife, the old servant will definitely learn from the rules.
Mr. Han, the old doctor of Zu Han, please respect Mr. Han. He does not seek fame or wealth, but helps all living beings." Han Shaer took out a glass of wine like a magic trick, supervised the other party to drink it, and left.
It was still early in the morning, so I went back to the Guest House and changed into casual clothes, and came to the Xiu Thatched Cottage for the second time. The Xiu Thatched Cottage is located between the Dudu Mansion and the Jiedushi Yamen. It faces north and faces south, with dozens of houses facing the street and courtyard, half bricks, half earth, and half tiles.
Bancao, sir, there are more than 30 people working there. Opposite is Xingfangtang, which is similar in size but all brick buildings. Each herbal medicine has its own merits. The former has the advantage of acupuncture, while the latter has the advantage of plaster.
The money is low but the number of people is large. The latter mainly has patients with long-sleeved diseases. The money for diagnosis is high but the number of people is small. Therefore, the two families have been fighting for many years, but no one has defeated the other. They are still on separate sides. But since Jia Jiuzhi joined, Xiu Cottage has become a little bit different.
It's too much to bear, especially since this spring, a new disease of vomiting and diarrhea has appeared in the wealthy circles of Yangzhou. It can be mild or severe and even shock. It is extremely dangerous. Xiu Caotang must not dare to take heavy medicine.
Fighting for gold and growing reputation.
The main purpose of Han Shaer's last visit was to track down Han Chunwang's whereabouts. After finding no results, he explained the remnants of the Little Saint's Acupuncture Technique and wrote down several prescriptions for making ointments. He wanted to diagnose a new disease, but he hurriedly found no patient.
This time I was able to have a calm discussion with Master Chen Pi, a disciple of Han Xiucao. Chen Pi introduced that most of the patients had dined at Wangjianglou, one of the top restaurants in Yangzhou, but there were only a few patients with more than a hundred diners at each meal, and their symptoms were like puffer fish.
Some people have been poisoned, but some have taken it, some have not, and prescribing medicine according to the condition is of no use... About half an hour later, people outside the hall shouted: "Old servant Tong Rentang, please be your medicine boy, please take me under the care of Chen Da Bodhisattva!"
Chen Pi was shocked. What kind of medicine boy does an old man who runs an escort agency want to be? Han Shaer signaled not to worry about it and said: "Let him kneel down."