After learning that his teacher had an eye disease, Chen Ke could no longer stay at home. He left Chen Chen's place and rushed to Yinliang Bridge.
When he returned to Beijing yesterday, he was only thinking about being reunited with his family. He didn't pay attention to the changes in Bianjing City. Today, Erlang Yi said that he took a closer look along the way and found many bad signs... The first was the large number of soldiers on the streets.
Increasingly, although there are hundreds of thousands of forbidden troops in Bianjing City, they are usually restrained in the camp and rarely walk around the streets. But now, groups of forbidden troops are roaming the streets with evil spirits on their faces, looking for provocations everywhere.
The trouble was something Chen Ke had never seen before.
There are also local gangsters who are fishing in troubled waters, stealing chickens and dogs, and getting into fights. Officials from Kaifeng Prefecture and patrolmen patrolling shops are on the street, barely maintaining normal order, but how can they dare to provoke the angry soldiers? Once those guys get angry,
It definitely can't be covered.
His brows were furrowed along the way. When he arrived in front of Ouyang's house in Yinliang Bridge, Chen Ke adjusted his mood.
Seeing that the master's proud disciple was coming, the doorman of the house greeted him and welcomed him in. After entering the front yard, Ouyang Bian came out to greet him and said sharply: "Brother, you are here."
"Monk," Chen Ke said with a smile, "I haven't seen you for half a year, and I have grown taller."
"Is there any?" Ouyang Bian said happily.
"Of course." Chen Ke nodded and said with a smile: "The Khitan horse I promised you has arrived. You can pick it up from me later."
"Senior brother is indeed a trustworthy person." The ten-year-old child said politely: "Junior brother, thank you in advance."
"Thank you, who among us is following whom?" Chen Ke smiled and patted his shoulder and said, "Where is my teacher?"
"I'm recuperating in Bilangxuan," Ouyang Bian said worriedly, "I'm very sick."
"Let's go and have a look." Chen Ke took his hand and came to the Bilang Pavilion in the backyard.
At this time, there are thick shades of green willows outside Bilang Pavilion, with lotus leaves touching the sky, and it is a beautiful summer scene.
Chen Ke and Ouyang Bian took off their shoes and entered the pavilion. They saw that old Ouyang was skinny and his Taoist robes looked empty. He was lying on the bamboo bed with his eyes covered with towels, with stacks of official documents in hand. On the table behind him, there were piles of
The book was full of books. Next to him, his eldest son Ouyang Fa sat on his knees. When he saw Chen Ke entering, he nodded slightly.
Seeing that the teacher seemed to be asleep, Chen Ke slowed down his steps and knelt down on the ground.
But Ouyang Xiu said aloud: "Zhong Fang is here?" He reached out to take off the handkerchief, opened his eyes and narrowed them into a slit, saying: "Oh, I can only see your shadow."
"Teacher." Chen Ke leaned over and saluted: "Students meet the teacher."
"When did you come back?" Ouyang Xiu asked slowly.
"I came back yesterday. I just heard this morning that the teacher was sick." Chen Ke said, "Just come here quickly."
"Sigh." Ouyang Xiu sighed and said, "I am getting old, old and sick. I am afraid I will become a disabled person."
"What did you say, teacher? It's a minor illness and it will be cured." Chen Ke looked at Ouyang Feng and said, "Have you seen the doctor?"
"I asked the imperial doctor to take a look. He prescribed liver-clearing and eyesight-clearing pills, but after taking several doses, he didn't feel any better." Ouyang Fa said softly.
"Teacher seems to have more than just an eye problem," Chen Ke looked at Ouyang Xiu's sick appearance, frowned and said, "Let me feel the teacher's pulse."
Ouyang Fa knew that Chen Ke had hidden medical skills. Hearing this, he said happily: "That's great." He quickly brought a teacup, put a small pillow for diagnosing the pulse, and then slowly helped his father up.
It was just such a movement, and someone was still supporting him. Ouyang Xiu was so tired that he sighed, and after a while he raised his arm, which was as thin as a piece of wood, and rested it on the pillow.
Chen Ke stretched out his finger to press Ouyang Xiu's finger, and after a long while, he moved the finger to the other side and checked the pulse of his left hand. Then he looked at his tongue coating, eyelids, and touched his legs. He was silent for a moment and asked:
"Teacher, are your feet sore, making you hungry after eating too much, thirsty and drinking too much, having a dry mouth and tongue, and urinating frequently?"
"Yes, everything is right." Ouyang Fa nodded repeatedly.
"Is it because the eyes are dim and the halo is corroding? The vision is divided into two, only black and white?" Chen Ke asked again.
"Yeah." Ouyang Xiu nodded this time.
"What disease does my father suffer from?" Ouyang Fa asked impatiently.
"It should be thirst syndrome." Chen Ke said slowly.
"Ah..." Ouyang and his son were both surprised: "It's such a stubborn disease!"
"Lung heat impairs body fluids, resulting in thirst and excessive drinking; excessive stomach fire, which eliminates grains and alleviates hunger; the kidneys do not absorb water, resulting in frequent urination. Dryness of the lungs, stomach heat, and kidney deficiency are seen together, resulting in diabetes syndrome." Chen Kechen
He said: "Half a year ago, my teacher had symptoms of kidney deficiency and stomach heat, but you said that you always eat more, drink more, and drink more. So I didn't think about it and only prescribed two warm treatments.
Teacher, have you eaten the recipe on time?"
"Ashamed," Ouyang Xiu said, "I have let down Zhong Fang's good intentions."
"Father was too busy, so he thought he could hold on, so he didn't care." Ouyang Fa said, "But what does diabetes have to do with eye disease?"
"Whether it's eye disease or weakness in hands and feet, they are all complications of diabetes mellitus." Chen Ke said: "But teacher, don't worry too much." He said with a smile: "If it is too serious, I will not dare to say it directly.
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This sentence made Ouyang and his son feel relieved. Old Ouyang laughed and said: "You scared me so much." With Ouyang Xiu's medical knowledge, he naturally knew that diabetes cannot be cured, and it is said that patients will be slowly tortured.
Even if old Ouyang is free and easy, he will not be afraid of death.
"The disease itself is not terrible, nor is it an incurable disease." Chen Ke said softly: "The terrible thing is the complications it causes, which are the most fatal. And often because the complications are so serious, people ignore the original disease.
, so the imperial doctor did not diagnose it for the time being." Chen Ke already had an understanding of the level of doctors in the Song Dynasty. He knew that because famous doctors were so precious to themselves and there was a lack of medical books, the quality of doctors varied greatly. Even the imperial doctors were mostly good at one thing. For example, this is
The imperial doctor whom Lao Ouyang treated probably only looked at eye diseases, so he couldn't diagnose diabetes mellitus.
"So, the eye medicine is useless?" Ouyang Xiu asked.
"It treats the symptoms but not the root cause. If you feel more comfortable after using it, it doesn't hurt to use it." Chen Ke said: "Teacher, this disease shouldn't be so serious. But when it's hot, you eat more fried and fried things, and you feel depressed and have a cold.
, excessive sexual intercourse... can induce a sudden serious illness."
Ouyang Xiu thought for a while, nodded and said: "It seems that I am indeed guilty of all the diseases you mentioned." He paused and said, "Except for excessive sexual intercourse." Even if it is, it must be cleared up, otherwise what dignity is there as a teacher?
live?
"How to treat it?" This is what Ouyang Fa is most concerned about.
"I will prescribe three prescriptions to treat dryness of the lungs, stomach heat and kidney deficiency respectively. You can take them for two months." Chen Ke said: "In addition, eat lightly, be in a calm mood, and be careful not to be hot and cold. Wait until autumn and you will be fine."
"After a pause, he continued: "Eat a pear every day and drink a bowl of purple Ganoderma lucidum water, and you will recover faster and better."
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Ouyang Xiu was very happy to hear that his eyes were still recovering. He still had history books to finish and so many articles to write. If he couldn't see, he couldn't do anything. As you can imagine, he thought he was going to go blind before.
How desperate Old Ouyang was... In his opinion, as long as his eyes can heal, all other diseases can be tolerated!
Now that he had found the source of the disease and knew that his eyes could see again, he was in great spirits and said to Ouyang: "Speaking of pears, your Uncle Mei sent a basket a few days ago. Wash a few over quickly."
Chen Ke smiled and said: "It is very pleasant to eat pears to cure diseases."
"Pear can cure wind and heat, moisten the lungs and cool the heart, eliminate phlegm, reduce fire and detoxify. It is a good medicine for treating diabetes." Chen Ke smiled and said: "Purple Ganoderma Water has similar effects."
"Will my eyes recover in a short period of time?" Ouyang Xiu asked even further.
"No, if the disease is not good, the eyes will not be healed." Chen Ke shook his head and said, "We have to wait until autumn cools at the earliest."
"It's still early." Ouyang Xiu sighed: "The business has been delayed!"
"Recuperation is the biggest thing." Chen Ke said.
"Alas..." Ouyang Xiu sighed again: "You have been away from Beijing for too long. You don't know how deep and how big the whirlpool is in front of you, so you say that."
After a while, Ouyang's maid brought a plate of yellow and orange pears. Ouyang Bian took one for his father and another for Chen Ke.
"I was about to ask the teacher for advice." Chen Ke said respectfully.
Ouyang Xiu picked up a piece, took a bite and his mouth was filled with saliva, and said with a smile: "It tastes pretty good, try it quickly."
Chen Ke finished one in a few mouthfuls, and waited patiently for Ouyang Xiu to finish. Old Ouyang said slowly: "I won't tell you the story first, so as not to prejudge you. Let me just talk about some of the things that happened in the past year."
"First, Bao Zheng, the censor, Zhongcheng, impeached Zhang Fangping, the envoy of the third division, Zhang Xianggong, 'taking advantage of others' danger to buy the houses of wealthy people under his jurisdiction at a low price, which is shameless and shocking. The court cannot entrust such a villain with a big responsibility or a high position.' He impeached Xianggong Zhang."
Blow it down."
"Later, Song Xueshi, the Minister of Rites, succeeded him as the third envoy. It immediately caused an uproar. The right minister admonished Wu and impeached Song Qi. When he was a local official, Song Qi was extravagant and wasteful, feasted excessively, and ignored political affairs. Moreover, his brother Song Xiang was at the time.
He held the position of minister in power, so Song Qi could not serve as the envoy of the Third Division. As a result, Song Qi only stayed in the position for a month before he was appointed as the magistrate of Zhengzhou and left the Third Division."
Song Qi's successor is the selfless Bao Zheng. Ordinarily everyone should be convinced this time, right? No, someone doesn't agree, who? It's Ouyang Xiu lying here. In the view of old Ouyang, scholar-bureaucrats should value justice over profit.
He cherished his reputation and despised his official position. But Bao Zheng was just the opposite. He aggressively attacked Zhang Fangping, the third minister, forcing Zhang Fangping to step down. Song Qi had just taken over and spared no effort to criticize Song Qi's faults. After Song Qi was dismissed, he went smoothly.
The fact that Bao Zheng is the third envoy cannot help but make people suspect that Bao Zheng is a treacherous villain!
But the officials ignored it and still made Bao Zheng the third envoy.
