(It’s only a few millimeters away from Uncle Cat... there’s still another update...)
Zhang Zhongjing's prescriptions have a special feature, which is called "the classic prescription is no more than three". As long as the decoction can be found accurately and the prescription is continued, within three doses of medicine, it will definitely be effective. If there is no effect, there is only one possibility - not finding the right decoction.
Symptoms. Of course, the most difficult thing is to treat the symptoms, because the conditions of patients vary widely. Only those with real prescriptions can accurately judge whether the disease is on the outside or on the inside; whether it is a deficiency or a real disease, and which of the six meridians it is in, is in "Treatise on Febrile Diseases"
What kind of soup certificate.[]
How could Chen Ke have that kind of skill? He was worried all night, and the next day he heard that Su Xiaomei had woken up, and he was relieved. After that, things got better day by day. When he went to check for pulse on the morning of the third day, Su Xiaomei
I can already sit up leaning on the pillow.
"Girl of the Su family, I'm going to check your pulse." Chen Ke sat down and said with a smile.
"Excuse me, brother Chen." The younger sister Fu Yifu said in a soft voice as she sat on the bed. Today she was wearing a light yellow cross-collar tunic, which made her neck look even longer. Her long hair was simply tied behind her head, and her hair was black.
Her bangs hang down on her snow-white forehead. Although she is only about ten years old, she is already a beautiful woman.
Chen Ke put his fingers on her cold and slender wrist, concentrated on taking her pulse for a moment, opened his eyes and said: "The pulse is now normal. As long as I use Qingxin Pills and Bamboo Leaf Decoction to clear away the remaining poison, I will be back to normal.
"
"Thank you, nephew!" Mrs. Cheng said with relief: "I really don't know how to thank you for this kindness." She had experienced the pain of losing a child, and she really couldn't bear it anymore.
"It's just a little effort, Auntie, don't be polite." Chen Ke smiled and said: "By the way, the reason why Xianmei became seriously ill this time is because she has weak Qi and blood, otherwise she wouldn't be caught by the ephedra soup."
"Weak energy and blood..."
"To put it simply, it's malnutrition..." Chen Ke pointed at Su Xiaomei's wrist and said: "It's too thin. Xizi's support is actually a disease. It's not allowed."
"Hey, this kid never likes to eat." Mrs. Cheng glanced at Su Xiaomei and said, "Let's see if you dare to do it in the future!"
Su Xiaomei blushed with embarrassment and lowered her head to fiddle with her hair.
"It's not that she skipped meals on purpose, but because her spleen and stomach are weak, she will naturally become anorexic." Chen Ke came to Su Xiaomei's rescue and said, "I'll prescribe another 'Buzhong Yiqi Decoction', and after a course of treatment, things should get better."
"What a troublesome nephew." Mrs. Cheng nodded happily and said, "Thank you, Brother Chen."
"Thank you, brother." The younger sister performed a blessing ceremony and said in a voice as loud as a mosquito, "There is one more thing I want to ask my brother."
"Just ask." Chen Ke smiled.
"My throat is hoarse now and I dare not speak loudly, but what should I do?" the younger sister whispered.
"This is a normal phenomenon. It will get better after a while." Chen Ke said: "If you are worried, just remove the core from a pear, add rock sugar, steam the Sichuan clam powder and take it. Eat a few, and you will be fine."
"Brother Chen is really awesome." The younger sister narrowed her eyes into crescent moons and said with a happy smile, "I won't have to worry about getting sick anymore."
"Well, we still have to avoid getting sick," Chen Ke said seriously: "There are many diseases that cannot be cured by current medical conditions, so it is very important to stay healthy."
"Yes, little sister has remembered." Little sister looked at him with bright eyes and said.
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Since the Su family's little sister's illness only requires nursing care, the Chen family and his son will go home.
The families of Song Fu and Su Xun were both from Meishan, so the two of them and Su Che naturally wanted to send gifts to the Chen family and their son. Banniang also sent them to the intersection of the street. She prepared large and small packages of gifts for Chen Ke and took him with her.
He said with a warm hand: "Please come and play often, otherwise my sister will be angry."
"..." This made Chen Ke very depressed. He was not shorter than Erlang, so why was he still treated as a child?
Erlang next to him had a resentful look on his face, wishing he could switch with his younger brother.
After bidding farewell to Su Baliang and everyone approaching the pier, there was a sudden commotion among the people on the street. Looking closely, they saw three young men in brocade robes riding horses, surrounded by a group of servants, swaggering through the market.
In this era, it was not uncommon to see people sitting in sedan chairs on the street, but it was unusual to see people riding horses. Because there was no place to raise horses in the Song Dynasty, they could only exchange them through the tea and horse trade, which resulted in high prices for horses. The average import price of a horse was
Thirty guan, which is mainly used for military purposes. When it is transferred to the private sector, the price increase is unknown. Chen Ke once asked that if an ordinary person like him wants to buy an ordinary military horse, the average price is about 100 guan, which is equal to
A family car.
If it were a horse, its price would be equivalent to that of a sports car.
Moreover, the cost of raising horses is much more expensive than raising a car. Because horses used for riding must be cared for and trained by dedicated personnel, and must be fed with concentrates. Horses are more delicate and not as easy to raise as donkeys and cows, so most people keep them.
I can't afford a horse, let alone a horse.
But the three young men in brocade robes in front of them were riding three tall horses, which had the same effect as driving three sports cars across the street.
However, the streets in Meishan are narrow, and the young people are surrounded by servants. As they go east, others are basically unable to go west, and they can only give way to the roadside.
"Whose doll is this? It's such a big deal!" Although Chen Xiliang was also standing on the roadside, he said with an unhappy look on his face: "You have been dressed in fine clothes at a young age, and you are surrounded by people. You must be spoiled."
"Well..." Su Xun said awkwardly, "These are the children from my brother-in-law's family."
"Cheng family, no wonder..." Chen Xiliang couldn't say anything, but he still shook his head to express his disdain.
When Chen Ke saw his father's attitude, he said to himself, Come on, my plan to buy a horse will have to be postponed indefinitely.
When they arrived at the dock, the ship had not finished loading the goods and had to wait for a quarter of an hour. Su Xun took Chen Xiliang to the river for a walk, but Song Fu stayed and looked at Chen Ke pitifully.
"Uncle Song, please don't make things difficult for me," Chen Ke said with a bitter smile: "It's impossible for you to ask me to recite all the 398 methods in Volume 10, Chapter 22 of Treatise on Febrile Diseases. I have tried my best to recall them.
Seven, seven, eighty-eight, I really didn’t hold anything back.”
"I know," Song Fu sighed, "I'm just too greedy and always want to see the whole picture."
"I understand this feeling." Chen Ke nodded.
"Thank you very much, Sanlang." Song Fu finally stopped obsessing and solemnly clasped his fists and said, "I owe you a big favor! I will definitely pay it back in the future."
"It doesn't matter in the future, it's fine now." Chen Ke has always been so unsubtle.
"Uh, why return it?" Song Fu asked puzzledly.
"I heard that you are a martial arts master?" Chen Ke asked in a low voice.
"I'm not a master, otherwise I wouldn't have given up martial arts and followed literature." Song Fu said humbly.
"So, does martial arts really exist?" Chen Ke stared.
"Of course." Song Fu said with a proud look on his face: "We in Sichuan are the great place of martial arts, and our master Qingcheng Mountain is the sect of martial arts in the world."
"Can it open monuments and crack rocks?" Chen Ke asked: "Can it fly over eaves and walk over walls?"
"How can a body of flesh and blood break open monuments and crack stones, but broken bricks are no problem." Song Fu said truthfully: "As for flying over eaves and walking over walls, it depends on how far you go. No one can climb up a wall above one foot."
"So, it's just more strength and lighter body?" Chen Ke said disappointedly. He was still looking forward to learning martial arts from Song Fu.
"Don't underestimate the people in the martial arts world." Song Fu said with a serious expression: "Martial arts is a killing technique, specializing in weak points and key points. Those who hit them will either die or be injured. There are also destructive tricks. If someone touches your acupoints, you will be fine at the time, but
In ten or eight days, I may be bedridden."
"Can you teach me acupuncture?" Chen Ke suddenly became energetic.
"It's okay, it's okay." Song Fu shook his head and said, "But the iron rule of my master is that before the age of forty, you only practice finger strength and acupoint recognition, but not acupuncture. Can you bear it?"
"Uh..." Chen Ke was immediately discouraged.
"I'll teach you a method of regulating your breath later." Song Fu said apologetically: "Although it won't make you a martial arts master, if you practice it diligently, you can prolong your life and be immune to all diseases."
"Then...okay." Chen Ke said in dismay. He almost made Lao Song's nose crooked with anger. He was grateful to him for teaching "Treatise on Febrile Diseases" and was ready to repay him with the Qingcheng School's best vomiting method, but this guy actually mentioned
Can't help but feel energetic.
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On the boat back, Chen Xiliang said to his brothers: "Next month, Zhongyan Academy will have another class."
"Yes." Erlang nodded and said, "I have said hello to the teacher, and both Sanlang and Wulang can come in."
"Well, the two boys from your Uncle Su's family are also going." Chen Xiliang nodded and said, "Your Uncle Su will let me rent a yard. Their family will temporarily move to our county so that they can be taken care of more easily."
"Really?" Erlang was inexplicably surprised. He stayed at Su's house for three days and only said less than five words to his sweetheart. They were: "Xianmei, it's been a long time." "Thank you, Xianmei." "You're welcome, Xianmei.
." "See you later, Xianmei." "Xianmei, I..."
He didn't think it was because he was too useless, but because the two parties were too unfamiliar. As soon as he heard that the Su family was moving to Qingshen, he immediately blurted out: "There are so many empty rooms in our house, so let them live in..."
"That's what I mean too," Chen Xiliang said: "But firstly, I'm worried that your Uncle Su won't accept it. He's too concerned about face. Secondly, I'm worried that..."
"worry about what?"
"I'm worried about your feelings..." Chen Xiliang looked at Chen Chen and said, "Erlang, I know you are interested in the eighth mother of the Su family."
"No way..." Chen Chen's face suddenly turned into a red cloth.
"You said no, it's written on your face," Chen Xiliang sighed: "But before I got on the ship, I already asked... My eighth mother has already been engaged."
It was like a thunderbolt fan hitting Erlang on the forehead on a sunny day. He was immediately dumbfounded: "Who, who?"
"It's the Cheng family you saw today. The eldest brother of the three playboys is called Cheng Zhicai." Chen Xiliang said: "He is Mrs. Cheng's nephew and Su Baniang's cousin. He was engaged ten years ago and will wait for next year.
Your uncle Cheng will get married when he comes back."
"Dad, please stop talking..." Erlang's tears welled up in his eyes and turned into eggplants beaten by frost. Is the first love of a young boy about to wither before it blooms?
Is the Cheng family... very strong?" Chen Ke suddenly asked.
"The most wealthy family in Meizhou." Chen Xiliang sighed: "We can't compare to others."