Chapter 795: Effectively fast

When the onlookers heard this, they all calmed down instantly. They stretched their necks, widened their eyes, and raised their ears, wanting to hear Wang Ping'an explain Mr. Ju's condition and how to treat it.

Even if Wang Ping'an is famous, how big is Chang'an City, with a population of one million. In addition, there are many people from other places now. Many people only hear about Wang Ping'an's name, but do not know the reality of Wang Ping'an's medical skills. They have never seen Wang Ping'an perform his medical skills with their own eyes.

Now when Wang Ping'an wants to explain, this is equivalent to teaching medical skills on the spot. Even if most people don't understand medical skills, what's the point? It's not necessarily a bad thing to learn more about medical skills.

Wang Ping'an cleared his throat and was about to start explaining, suddenly someone screamed and shouted: "Little Doctor Ping'an, please wait a moment. The villain did not bring paper and pen. He wants to borrow it from someone. Please wait a moment before talking!"

The man who called out was not very close to Wang Ping'an. The people were crowded in three layers inside and outside. Wang Ping'an really didn't see who was shouting. However, he was very easy-going and said with great slogan: "So, then wait a moment, but I'll only wait for half a cup of tea. Whether you borrow paper or not, I'll start talking."

The two of them immediately reminded others. Yes, don’t just stand and listen. If you don’t hear it clearly, or forget it clearly, then it will be useless. Everyone is sweating all over. If they become a duck and only hear a sound, it will be boring.

Ordinary people cannot carry pens with them. Those who carry paper and pens with them are scholars, especially those who are now scholars, who have a problem with carrying pens with them. They will encounter beautiful places, such as the white walls of a temple, and they will dip their pens ink and write poems on them.

Of course, I would not write that I was a certain person. I went here for a certain year and month. This behavior would damage public property. The cultural people of the Tang Dynasty were disdainful. They wrote poems that suit the situation, and the owners often would not wipe away the things they wrote and would have to keep them for a period of time.

Some cultural people are not very famous now, but once they become famous, their poems before they become famous will be valuable. Many white wall owners will even copy the text and carve them on stone tablets, and even leave them for their descendants. If their descendants are poor and have no food to eat in the future, they can definitely make a small payment, and they will even use this as capital to make the family prosperous again.

Wang Ping'an sat on a big rock under the tree, and heard the rustling sounds beside him, and the sound of paper being torn constantly. It was probably everyone who was dividing the paper. He was amused in his heart, and he really felt like he was holding a press conference. Fortunately, there was no microphone in this era, otherwise his mouth would have been surrounded by a microphone!

He waved his hand and smiled, "No matter whether you are ready or not, I'm going to talk about it, so you can't wait like that." He pointed at Mr. Ju and said, "Everyone has heard the cause of Mr. Ju's illness just now. As for the symptoms, I said it when I took my pulse just now, so I won't repeat them. The key is to use medicine. Mr. Ju's current situation, no need to say, everyone has seen it. His body is very weak, which means that after this disease, Mr. Ju's physiological function has declined."

After a pause, Wang Ping'an said again: "It can be simply understood that if your body is damaged and cannot recover in a short period of time, you must take it slowly to achieve it!"

The people who were holding the pen to record the record, just heard the four words of physiological function, and they all stopped and did not understand the meaning of these four words. But after listening to Wang Ping'an's explanation, they started to record it again. They felt that this new word was well used and was worthy of being the little miracle doctor of Ping'an, and they could invent new medical terms.

Wang Ping'an said again: "Mr. Ju's slightly aversion to chills, white tongue coating, and deep pulse. These are all very easy to diagnose symptoms. It should be a yin syndrome. Therefore, the pungent and warm medicines Aconite, ginger, ephedra, and asarum are used to excite and increase their physiological functions... Well, it is to enhance Mr. Ju's physique and make the damaged body better faster."

He tried to make it simpler and more straightforward to facilitate the people's understanding. At the same time, he could also be considered a small popular science. Maybe people who are interested in medical research can be inspired and then develop deeper medical skills. Everyone has high fireworks, and it is not enough to rely on him alone. The development of traditional medicine requires everyone to work together to achieve it.

Wang Ping'an deliberately said it slowly and said: "The moss is white and moist, which indicates that the yin syndrome is damp, so ephedra and ginger sweat to remove the dampness, asarum is the essence of diuretics. Cinnamon twigs strengthen the heart and diuretics, epimedium is irritating, and amomum villoss strengthens the stomach. The combination of medicines can cure Mr. Ju's illness."

Most of the people watching were indeed like ducks listening to thunder, not knowing why, and they had not even heard of many medicine names. However, when recording the scholars who were close to each other, they had never heard of the names of several medicines, and they could not even write them. They were embarrassed to ask Wang Ping'an, so they had to use homophones instead.

Seeing everyone busy recording or contemplating, Wang Ping'an smiled and said, "It's useless to say a thousand or ten thousand. Who can't say it can't be said? But just saying that it's not practiced is a fake style. Whether this prescription works depends on the efficacy. Just like that, we are all here, and we have seen the consequences. Whether my prescription works will be known in a moment."

Everyone immediately said in unison: "That must be good!"

Wang Ping'an shook his head gently and said, "Although this is a bit disgusting, I have to declare that if it is not working well, I will change the prescription. Then don't call me a spreading rumors and cheating!"

When others didn't say anything, Xu Jingzong laughed and said, "How is this possible? Not to mention that Wang Xiangye will definitely get rid of his illness. Just talking about the three of them, they have nothing valuable to let you cheat!"

The young master of the Ju family quickly saluted and said, "Prince Wang was joking."

Although Mr. Ju couldn't speak, he also saluted his son. The meaning was very obvious. Even if Wang Ping'an couldn't cure the old couple, they would not say bad things about Wang Ping'an. Even the money for the medicine was paid by Wang Ping'an. If he had to say bad things about others, wouldn't that be a bad conscience!

At this moment, I suddenly heard someone outside the crowd shouting loudly: "The medicine is ready, and you have to send it in. Gentlemen, please give it quickly, don't let the medicine cool!" The person who called was Ouyang Li.

Wang Ping'an smiled and said, "It's quite fast." He raised his voice and asked, "Has both doses of medicine been boiled? It's not that fast!"

Ouyang Li shouted outside: "The first dose of medicine is ready, and the second dose will be delivered immediately." He squeezed into the crowd with sweat, and followed by a fat middle-aged man.

Wang Ping'an took the medicine jar, poured out a bowl of medicine, handed it to Old Mrs. Ju, and said, "Please try it first. If you don't burn your mouth, drink it in one breath!"

Although Old Mrs. Ju couldn't hear the sound, as soon as Wang Ping'an handed over the medicine bowl, she knew that she was asking her to take the medicine. The old woman was probably tortured by the pain, and she didn't even think about it, and didn't try the temperature. She brought the medicine bowl to her mouth and drank it in one breath.

After wiping his mouth, Old Mrs. Ju returned the medicine bowl to Wang Ping'an, grinned at him, and her teeth were covered with medicine soup, which was black. Fortunately, it was daytime now. If she saw this smile at night, Wang Ping'an's hair would have to stand up!

When Ouyang Li saw that Mrs. Ju had taken the medicine, he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Master, the doctor in the medicine shop came with him. He heard that it was the prescription you prescribed. He immediately put down his work and decocted the medicine himself. He also had to send the medicine with his subordinates!"

The fat doctor hurriedly stepped forward and knelt down at Wang Ping'an. He kept kowtowing, fucking the Taiyuan accent, and said, "The villain Ju Shirong, salute to Wang Xiangye!"

When Wang Ping'an heard this, he was amused and said, "Your surname is Ju, it's a coincidence that you have the same surname as them!" As he said that, he pointed to the three members of the Ju family.

Ju Shirong raised his head and said, "When you say to Master Wang, this young man once took the two elders to the villain's shop for medical treatment. The villain thought it was the reason for the family, which was really called doing his best, but even three prescriptions were changed, it didn't work! The villain had to persuade them to come here to burn incense and pray, and ask God and Buddha to protect them!"

Wang Ping'an frowned and thought to himself: "This Ju Shirong is a little out of control. As a doctor, it's fine to cure it without illness, but why did he instigate the patient to pray to God and Buddha? Isn't this equivalent to letting the patient give up treatment? Even if there is no hope for curing it in the end, he shouldn't say such words!"

Very few people do not believe in gods and Buddhas these days, and Ju Shirong believed to the extreme and was a loyal believer of Master Xuanzang. He didn't know what Wang Ping'an was thinking, but instead said happily: "The villain knew that gods and Buddhas would definitely appear. As a result, they really appeared! Brother Ju just took the two elders to pray for blessings for three days, and met you, Wang Xiangye! Brother Ju, believe me, right?"

The Ju family's queen was naturally happy. While watching his mother and wiping sweat on his mother, he listened to Ju Shirong's words, turned his face and said, "Uncle Shi is right. It turns out that the gods and Buddhas are appearing!"

Ju Shirong got up from the ground and shouted at the onlookers: "Everyone has seen it. I'm right. The gods and Buddhas of Inspiration Temple are the most spiritual. Now Tongtian Futu has not been built yet, and it is so realistic. If it is built, it will definitely be up to you. Listen to me and do not bring any mistakes!"

The people laughed, and some of the people living nearby knew Ju Shirong. Dr. Ju opened a museum in Chang'an from Taiyuan, but after he arrived in Chang'an, his money was stolen. Just as he couldn't pay the money and cried in the inn, the shopkeeper took the initiative to exempt him from the money he owed and asked him to go to the Inspiration Temple to worship Buddha, saying that the gods and Buddhas here were the most powerful. So Ju Shirong came.

In fact, the shopkeeper saw that he was crying too hard and was afraid that he would not be able to hang himself. He died in his own shop and let him eat Shangguan. Then he found an excuse to trick him into Inspiration Temple. Even if Dr. Ju couldn't hang himself, he would hang himself here, and at least he would be able to be sed immediately.

But in response to the saying that the world is boundless, Ju Shirong arrived at the Inspiration Temple and saw many people posing incense tables under the tree, and many of them were sick, begging Gods and Buddhas to cure their illness as soon as possible.

Ju Shirong dared to come to Chang'an from Taiyuan thousands of miles away to develop, so he naturally had some skills. He simply set up a stall near Lingtan Temple to treat the people. After a while, he actually saved some money and rented a store nearby and opened a shop.

As a result, he was naturally extremely pious to the gods and Buddhas, believing that it was the gods and Buddhas who helped him. He also suggested that the young man of the Ju family brought his parents to pray to Gods and worship Buddhas, but God did not come, and Wang Ping'an came.

Ju Shirong was extremely excited. He raised his arms high and kept shouting: "The gods and Buddhas appeared, from the Inspiration Temple..."

The old lady Ju, who had been sitting next to her, suddenly said, "Oh, you shouted so loudly, which made my ears buzz!"

The old lady suddenly said this. Ju Shirong was silent when he was ready, lowered his head in surprise and looked at Old Madam Ju!

The onlookers suddenly became quiet, but after only a blink of an eye, they immediately cheered in unison, clapped their hands together, and shouted: "The gods and Buddhas have indeed appeared, and this old lady can hear the sound!"

Wang Ping'an smiled and said, "How is it, I'm right. My prescription will take effect very quickly. If you take it, you will be cured immediately as soon as you sweat." After a pause, he said, "But it has to be consolidated. This disease has been delayed a little longer, so you have to take two more doses and take a few days of rest. The disease comes like a mountain of falls, and the disease goes like a thread of tears. Don't be anxious!"

Because he was talking face to face, his voice was not loud, but the cheers from the people around him were extremely loud, covering up his voice. But Old Mrs. Ju nodded to him, owed her to the stool, and wanted to salute him. Obviously, although the sound around her was extremely loud, she still heard Wang Ping'an's voice.

Ju Shirong squatted down and asked anxiously: "Sister-in-law, you just took the decoction of the medicine I had just taken. The disease was cured all of a sudden? What do you feel like? Can you tell me about it?"

Old Mrs. Ju looked at Wang Ping'an, and Wang Ping'an smiled and nodded at her, saying, "I don't even plan to keep the prescription confidential. What else should I keep it confidential? Just say it."

Only then did the old lady Ju dare to say that she said, "I don't feel much. I just felt very hot after taking the medicine and sweating all over her body." She pointed to her son beside her and said, "My kid is still wiping my sweat. Big brother, you saw it."

Ju Shirong was a little embarrassed. He was so excited just now that he was just calling for Inspiration Temple and was indeed very inspiring, but he forgot that he was visiting the two elders of the Ju family, so he didn't pay much attention to Old Mrs. Ju.

But Old Mrs. Ju said to herself: "After sweating, somehow, I felt like thunder in my ears. Suddenly, it sounded hard, and then I could hear the sound, and I heard you screaming! I said, "Brother, my ears were just fine, but I couldn't help but yelling like this, don't let me be deaf again!"

Ju Shirong said in surprise: "After sweating, the disease will be cured? However, the three prescriptions I prescribed for you for your sister-in-law are all caused to sweat. You have also sweated a lot, so why didn't it recover at that time?"

He knew that Old Mrs. Ju was also a waste of time, so he turned his face to Wang Ping'an.

Wang Ping'an smiled and said, "Have you read that prescription? Think about it, what is the difference between the prescription you prescribed in the past and the one I prescribed?"
Chapter completed!