Compared with the spring-filled south of the Yangtze River, the land of Mobei is still desolate. On the high ground of the camp, four or five people were pointing and talking in front of them, and a pigeon flew in the air.
"Master Chang, your letter has arrived again." A big man saw it and shouted.
Chang Yuncheng, who was wrapped in a dark red cloak, wearing a tiger and leopard print military attaché uniform, and had a layer of green stubble on his chin, stopped talking. His usually calm expression slightly fluctuated, and he seemed a little uneasy.
He apologized and walked away a few steps. The guard here had already taken the mailbox from the carrier pigeon and handed it to him.
"What do you think is going on with Xiao Chang? The letters from home are so frequent?" the person behind him asked curiously.
"You are nosy, do you think everyone is like you, hard-hearted, leaving your wife and children alone and not thinking about them for four or five years?" the person next to him laughed.
The person who spoke before laughed and cursed, then suddenly nodded.
"Xiao Chang kept coming back this time, so he probably gave birth to a son." He chuckled, "That's why I was so happy and scared when I received the letter. I was like this when my wife gave birth.
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When they said this, they looked at Chang Yuncheng.
Chang Yuncheng had already opened the letter and read it again. Suddenly his body stiffened, and then he trembled violently. He couldn't help but let out a howl, which shocked the people here.
Then Chang Yuncheng clenched the letter in his hand and walked away quickly.
"It looks like she gave birth." Everyone laughed.
"And it must be his son." Someone added.
The atmosphere was joyful for a while.
"Let's go, let's have extra dinner tonight. Let's have a good drink of the fine wine brought by the Xuanfu general." The leader of the group said loudly.
The rules in the army are also strict, especially at the transition between winter and summer, when Dongnu is most likely to invade. Drinking is strictly prohibited. These rough guys have no fun staying here. The biggest fun is drinking happily. Hearing this
They cheered loudly and rushed towards the camp.
The place where Chang Yuncheng was stationed was a border town called Baoan Prefecture. The land of the border town could not compare with the prosperity of the mainland, and everything he saw was dilapidated.
The military camp is right next to the city, and Chang Yuncheng and other generals live in the city.
When night fell, the atmosphere in the general's hall was lively.
The hall is also dilapidated, with tables, chairs and benches scattered all over the place. At this time, the smell of rice and wine overflows.
There were more than a dozen tables set up inside and outside, filled with large bowls of meat and vegetables, and large bowls of wine. Everyone devoured the food and drank wine all over their bodies.
Although there was no arrears in food and wages in the imperial court, the food was still not as good as in the mainland. It was rare for Shangguan to entertain banquets, and everyone ate and drank with open stomachs.
"Drink, drink, this is a happy thing. Giving birth to a son is the happiest thing." Several people gathered around Chang Yuncheng and drank wine.
Chang Yuncheng laughed and drank one bowl after another without hesitation, and soon he was drinking in vain.
"I didn't give birth to a son," he said with a smile.
Not giving birth? Everyone was stunned for a moment, but who cares about this at this time? Just eat meat and drink wine.
"That means you are pregnant, and you will give birth sooner or later." Someone said loudly, and without any explanation, he held up another bowl of wine.
Chang Yuncheng laughed and took it, drinking it down in one gulp. He laughed so hard that he seemed to be crying. Finally, he staggered, stumbled and fell down on the table. He just laughed, but couldn't get up.
"Really, how much have you drunk just now, how come you are so drunk?" everyone shouted, "Master Chang has always had a good drinker who can drink a thousand cups without getting drunk."
"I know I'm going to give birth to a son. I'm happy. That's what makes a person happy. How do you say you're drunk?" Someone said, trying to drop a book belt, but it didn't work.
"If you are not drunk with wine, everyone will get drunk." A scribe hurriedly added.
"Yes, yes." Everyone laughed. Seeing Chang Yuncheng like this, it was hard to persuade him anymore, so they asked the guards to help him in.
Chang Yuncheng was helped up from the table, but he still refused to leave. He reached for the wine bowl again and grabbed one firmly.
"Cheers!" he shouted loudly, raising it tremblingly, his hand was already unstable, and he spilled half of it.
Everyone laughed again and raised their wine bowls.
"Cheers!" everyone shouted, and everyone drank.
Chang Yuncheng also drank, then he laughed loudly and threw the wine bowl on the ground, then fell on the table again.
"Cheers..." He murmured again and was completely drunk.
After learning that it was free to treat minor injuries, more and more people came to Qian Jin Tang. After they came, they discovered that there was a female doctor, so more and more women found it inconvenient to talk to the male doctor because they couldn't.
There was a pulse consultation, and there were no various tests to be done. Qi Yue was a little confused at first.
"Prescriptions for pulse diagnosis are very important, but as a doctor, in addition to this, there is another medicine that must be added." Liu Pucheng said with a smile to Qi Yue, who came here and wanted to learn all the skills overnight.
"What?" Qi Yue asked.
"My heart." Liu Pucheng patted his heart and said.
Qi Yue looked at Liu Pucheng and wanted to laugh.
"You are becoming more and more like my dad." She muttered. He always loved to give her ideological and political lessons. She wanted to have surgery with him, but he always kept nagging about other things.
However, now I want to hear those nagging but I can't hear them.
"Ms. Qi, I think you are very interested in diseases." Liu Pucheng said again.
Isn't this right?
Qi Yue looked at him in confusion. Doesn't she want to treat a disease just because she is interested in it?
"I mean, just look at the disease, not the person." Liu Pucheng said.
What's the meaning?
Qi Yue was even more puzzled.
"When a patient is physically sick, he or she will be nervous, worried, depressed and anxious, which can lead to liver damage and kidney failure. That's why the old saying goes that disease originates from the heart." Liu Pucheng said with a smile, "As a doctor who patients trust and rely on, in addition to
Prescribing medicines for the symptoms should also relieve their worries and give them hope of recovery. This is sometimes more effective than medicine and stones. When they come to you, you should talk to them more. Medical skills are based on listening, hearing and asking. In addition to treating, there is also hope, listening, and asking.
"
Qi Yue groaned and thought about his words seriously.
In modern hospitals, patients waiting to see a doctor line up at the gate every day. Everyone comes in and asks a few words. Once the order is opened, should they check up, should they be hospitalized, should they be hospitalized, and should they chat with the patients? Are you kidding me?
Qi Yue remembered that in the rural health center, the old director held a big enamel teapot and chatted with the patients for half a day. From when the leg hurt, he could always say that the piggy at home was stolen but he did not dare to tell anyone.
She stayed up for several days and nights, walking around and pretending to be fine. During this time, she had already seen ten patients.
She felt that the old dean's behavior was simply unbelievable. Why did she talk about something that had nothing to do with the disease? She simply attributed it to the slow pace of life in the countryside. There were not many medical resources anyway, and she was not afraid of waste.
"Oh, the reason why his legs hurt must be the root cause of this heart disease. He didn't sleep for several days and nights, forcing himself to smile, his heart was depressed, and his blood was naturally not smooth." Liu Pucheng listened to her hesitant question and pondered for a moment.
He smiled and said, "It's hard for him to tell these things to people he knows well. Let him talk about it, which will relieve his depression and will naturally be good for his illness."
That’s okay too.
"Be careful." Liu Pucheng finally smiled and said, "Be kindhearted and kind."
Qi Yue couldn't tell how she felt in her heart. On the one hand, she felt that Liu Pucheng was right, but on the other hand, she felt that it was different from her own habits. The next time a woman came to her for consultation, Qi Yue gave it a try.
"Then your rapid heartbeat started three years ago. How did it start at that time?" she asked.
The woman in her thirties sighed after hearing this.
"At that time, my man had just died, and my little one had just learned to crawl..." she said.
"Oh my God, your life must be very difficult." Qi Yue said with some sympathy and concern.
The woman nodded and raised her hand to wipe her tears.
"Yes, I wanted to go with you at that time." She choked and said, "Doctor, you don't know..."
She began to talk about the ups and downs of her childhood friendship with a man, how they supported each other and depended on each other. Qi Yue listened carefully without interruption or impatience, and even stood up to pour her a cup of tea.
"...Can I not think about it? It's been so many years, and I can't close my eyes at night. As soon as I close my eyes, I seem to still be able to see him..." the woman said.
When she said this, Qi Yue basically understood.
"Sister, your illness is not serious because you are too sad. After so many years, you still haven't come out, so your mood fluctuates violently, causing unstable blood pressure and irregular heartbeat." She sighed and said while holding the woman's hand.
He clapped his hands and said, "You have to take medicine, but you also have to think about prescribing it. Sister, think about it, if you do this, my brother will not feel at ease underground."
Watching the woman leaving with a brisk step to get the medicine, Liu Pucheng, who was standing outside the door, smiled and nodded.
"Master, outside the door..." At this moment, a disciple hurried over, looking slightly flustered.
"How is it outside the door?" Liu Pucheng asked,
Before he finished speaking, he heard the noise outside.
"...Doctors are benevolent and virtuous. How can a woman like this be a doctor if she doesn't cultivate her character?"
An old voice said outside the door.
Just as Liu Pucheng was about to lift his feet, Qi Yue passed by him like a gust of wind.
"This old bastard showed up again," she said.
Outside the door, Mr. Liu was wearing a long robe, with his hair and temples as neat as last time. Not even the wind could mess up his clothes. He looked at Qianjintang talking solemnly.
More and more people are gathering around.
It was Qianjin Hall again. There was a lot of excitement in Qianjin Hall, and the children carrying baskets hawking on the street ran over immediately.
"..Fresh apricots.."
"…omelet, omelet..."
"...Almond tea soup, big sister, please have a bowl...just watch the excitement..."
The street suddenly became lively.
"...The abandoned wife of the Dingxi Marquis Mansion is still practicing medicine openly. How can she save people if she has not cultivated her own character?" Old Mrs. Liu said, while looking at a woman who had just stepped out of Qianjin Hall with a child in her arms,
"Why did Meng's mother move three times for her son? You brought your child to this kind of woman's hospital. You are a mother in vain."
The woman was stunned by what he said. Seeing that the old man was clearly a scholar, and everyone was in awe of scholars, she was immediately frightened after hearing this, and her face turned red and white, as if she was really not worthy of being a mother.
"Okay, Old Man Liu, stop pretending to be a good person here." Qi Yue's voice came from the door.
Upon hearing this voice, Mr. Liu suddenly became excited, and everyone around him also became excited.
A play must be sung opposite the stage to be called a play.***(To be continued)
