When the voice of inquiry ended, a thin young man with a pale face poked his head in.
Ding Cun patted the dust on his clothes and said with a smile: "The doctor is here, are you here to see a doctor?"
The young man waved his hands quickly: "I'm not here to see a doctor, I'm here to sell medicine."
Behind the counter, Song Shuwan felt a little strange when she heard the word selling medicine: "What medicine do you want to sell?"
The young man smiled shyly, took out a bottle about the length of his middle finger, and said eloquently: "I'm here to sell a miracle medicine. This medicine is very effective against wind and cold. Just one bottle can restore people to their original state.
"
As soon as these words came out, there was an instant silence in Cunshan Hall.
After a long while, Song Shuwan raised her eyebrows: "What is this magic medicine of yours made of?"
"I'm sorry I can't tell you this, but I can guarantee that the magic medicine is extremely effective against the current cold in the capital. As long as you buy it, you can attract many patients within a few days."
Song Shuwan took the potion, looked at it carefully, and then pulled out the cork and smelled it. The smell of this magical medicine was so fragrant that she couldn't smell it at all.
She glanced at the young man opposite and asked, "Who have you sold this miracle medicine to?"
The young man clasped his hands together, with a shy smile on his face: "Many people bought it. I can't remember the details, but the medical clinic at the end of the road on the left hand side of the door has already bought it."
"Is it?"
Song Shuwan rolled her eyes slightly and put the cork back: "Why should I believe what you said?"
The young man hurriedly caught the medicine bottle: "You can be doubtful, but you can try it. If a patient comes in the afternoon, you can give him this bottle of magic medicine directly, and you will see the results by then."
Song Shuwan raised her chin slightly, scanning the young man's face with a scrutinizing gaze, and became calm again: "I won't buy this medicine from you, so you can leave."
The young man was stunned: "Leave? Why? There is such a good thing..."
Before he could finish speaking, Ding Cun grabbed him by the collar.
Ding Cun used his strength on his hands and dragged him out: "I said I won't buy it, I won't buy it. Where did you come up with all this nonsense? Get out of here!"
He threw the person to the ground, and before leaving, he did not forget to warn: "This is the last time. If you dare to come again, I will break your legs. What kind of magic medicine? If there is such a powerful thing, the doctor will make it."
What?"
Ding Cun cursed and left, and the young man climbed up from the ground in embarrassment. The cowardice in his expression disappeared instantly, replaced by anger and resentment.
If you dare to do this to him, just wait, he must give this Cunshan Hall a good look!
The young man clenched the medicine bottle in his hand and left with anger in his heart.
On the other side, Ding Cun returned to the hospital: "Prince Concubine, she has been driven away. Don't worry, she is just a liar."
Song Shuwan smiled slightly and handed Ding Cun the booklet containing the morning's symptoms: "Take a careful look. If you don't understand anything, come and see me."
The arrogance on Ding Cun's face suddenly disappeared. He took the booklet dejectedly and turned around to leave. He looked very pitiful.
In the afternoon, new medicinal materials were delivered. Ding Cun accepted them after checking that there were no problems. He turned around and muttered: "It's strange, why are there no patients coming this afternoon?"
Song Shuwan put down her writing brush and put the newly written prescription beside her. After hearing this, she said: "Maybe I have finished reading in the morning, so there will be no patients in the afternoon."
Ding Cun scratched his head: "What the Crown Princess said makes sense, Song Ren, come and share the symptoms with me."
Song Shuwan watched Ding Cun and Song Ren leave, her eyebrows wrinkled unconsciously. She said it very naturally, but that was not what she thought in her heart.
No matter how many traditional Chinese medicine clinics there are in Beijing, it is impossible to treat all the patients. If Cunshan Hall is so empty, there must be a problem.
Somehow, Song Shuwan suddenly remembered the young man who came at noon: "Baicao, go to the medical center at the end and see what's going on there."
"yes."
Baicao saluted and left. After burning the incense, he turned around with shock on his face: "Prince Princess, that medical clinic sells a medicine. According to the patients at the door, that medicine is very powerful. One bottle will cure colds.
"
Song Shuwan tightened her fingers slightly: "Is it the magic medicine that young man mentioned at noon?"
Baicao nodded: "It should be."
Song Shuwan frowned. There is no medicine in this world that can cure illnesses after drinking it. That young man's words are false.
Just as she was thinking about it, two people suddenly appeared at the door, standing and sitting together. It was Pei Huan and An Yi.
Pei Huan asked: "Why is the medical center so quiet?"
Song Shuwan said calmly: "There are no patients coming to the door, so it is naturally quiet, but the prince, why do you think of Cunshan Hall today?"
Pei Huan pointed to his knee: "Most of the injuries on my body have been healed. Let me take a look and see if I can take a medicinal bath."
That's what it was for.
Song Shuwan squatted down and pressed several acupuncture points on Pei Huan's legs. Her movements were very gentle, but Pei Huan was in so much pain that he could hardly hold back: "What are you doing?"
Song Shuwan raised her eyes: "The prince's leg is becoming more and more painful."
Pei Huan grabbed the armrests on both sides of the wheelchair. Before he could speak, Song Shuwan pressed another acupuncture point.
This time, Pei Huan curled up. If Song Shuwan hadn't stopped him in front, he would have fallen to the ground.
"An Yi, help the prince sit down."
Song Shuwan ordered in a calm tone, waiting for Pei Huan and others to sit down, and then asked Ding Cun to bring the golden needle: "You can take a medicinal bath tonight."
Pei Huan nodded, his face tensed, and his whole person was in a state of about to explode.
Soon, after Song Shuwan finished administering the acupuncture, a woman came in and asked, "Do you sell any magic medicine here?"
Song Shuwan frowned slightly and replied: "There is no magic medicine for sale here."
The woman's expression changed instantly: "Medical clinics all over the capital are selling miracle medicine, why don't you have it here?"
Song Shuwan tilted her head slightly: "I'm really sorry, there is no magic medicine in Cunshan Hall. If you want to buy it, go left and go out..."
She pointed the direction to the woman, watched her leave, and then looked away.
Pei Huan asked: "What is the magic medicine?"
Song Shuwan paused and explained to Pei Huan: "I don't believe that there is a medicine that can eradicate the disease once in this world."
Pei Huan smiled: "What a coincidence, I don't believe it either."
In the evening, Song Shuwan prepared the medicine bath recipe for Pei Huan and went to sleep. She was woken up by someone in the middle of the night. When she looked closely, she found that it was Pei Huan.
"Your Majesty, is something wrong?"
Pei Huan's face was dim and bright under the candlelight, and his tone was slightly solemn: "Come with me."
Song Shuwan frowned, put on her outer robe and left with Pei Huan.
Half an hour later, a carriage stopped in the alley, followed by a wheelchair.
Song Shuwan got off the carriage and looked around. She didn't recognize where she was, so she heard Pei Huan urge: "Hurry up."
Song Shuwan put her thoughts aside and followed him in three steps at a time.
Soon, she saw a man with his eyes closed and covered in blood. He was also wearing a short-sleeved jacket, which was the most common type.
Song Shuwan just stood by the bed for a moment, and the smell of blood on the man's body became stronger again.
