After leaving Nanjing, the rolling river water went east, crossed Zhenjiang, entered the canal through Yangzhou, and then headed north. In just a few days, the boat arrived at Qingjiangpu, which is Huai'an area. Because the Yellow River flowed all over the Huai River and could not be opened and closed, the Yellow River water invaded the Qingjiangpu River channel, causing "the autumn water slippery, and the canal boats were on the gate, so it was difficult to climb to the sky. Each boat used a boat to reach three or four hundred people, but it still could not pass. If you use a rush, you would break the cable and sink the boat."

Therefore, for safety, whether it is the official and civilian ships who arrive here, they will unload their cargo first. When the empty ship passes through the gate, the passengers on the ship also need to get off the ship. However, this also allows Shi Yiwen and his group, who are tired of boats, to rest overnight in the "Qingkou Post" station on the bank of Qingjiangpu.

Although Qingjiangpu is a major transportation town in the north and south, the so-called Qingkou Post and the so-called "Canal City" have never been in line with the identity of "Canal City". The so-called post stations have only six wing rooms for passing officials to live. As for the three Huanghua Halls, they are places where people are not living.

“Only six rooms?”

After finally reaching the inn, I heard that there were only six rooms, which made Shi Yiwen's behavior difficult.

"I'll say that there are six rooms, but in fact, there are people in the other five rooms. Now there are only one room. There are twelve people in your group, otherwise the weather is not cold now, so you might as well just spend one night in a horse shed..."

Although the Yicheng looked at him with a pleasing intention, he actually did not take this person with the "Fan Envoy" seriously. After seeing too many past officials, he naturally looked down on their small roles.

"Young master, I want to sleep in the horse shed..."

Kou Yun and the others obviously didn't expect that they would go to the horse sanctuary. Although they were outside, they always had to put aside their maids, but they never thought that it would be such a way to put aside.

"Young Master, otherwise..."

Just when Wu Cai wanted to go to the inn in Qingjiangpu, there was a coughing sound, and someone in the room could only hear him say.

"Wu Zi, go and say to Sun Yicheng, give us our room to them. If there are female relatives, how can they... cough... let them deal with it in the horse tent too."

The sound of a broken bellows accompanied by a cough reached Shi Yiwen's ears, and then a man in his thirties came out and said to the postmaster.

"Sun Yicheng, my master told the young man to give up a room for this young man."

"Young Master, look?"

"Just live here."

He nodded at Wu Cai and Shi Yiwen ordered.

"Wu Cai, Dezi, let's sleep in a room. Xiao Lian, Xiao Yun, you can squeeze in at night."

As he said that, Shi Yiwen went into the floor and saw that there was only an old man sitting in the room. The old man had white hair and beard and thin body. He was wearing a gray cloth and looked even thin. When he entered the room, he was hanging his head and eating rice porridge.

A bowl of millet porridge and two plates of pickles are just the cheapest coarse food.

What I eat at the inn is like this?

Didn’t it mean that food and accommodation are provided according to their status?

"Thank you just now, Lao Cai."

Of course, I have to express my gratitude to others, so Shi Yiwen bowed to the old man and bowed.

"Cough, cough, you're polite..."

When the old man spoke, he made another violent cough. Seeing that he was coughing as if he was about to cough out his lungs, Shi Yiwen asked with a slightly locked brow.

"Has the old man suffered a cold?"

"Cough, cough, people are old, cough, no use, this cough can't be stopped, let the young master laugh..."

Seeing the old man coughing and panting, Shi Yiwen took the initiative to walk over and said.

"Old sir, I know a little about medical skills. If I can trust you, can I let you see it?"

Before the old man could reply, the man next to him wanted to stop him.

"Master, this person who is out is still..."

Kou Mei, who had just entered the house, was young and had fewer concerns. I heard that people would be willing to do so.

"Hmph, someone asks our young master to treat the disease, but my young master won't treat it yet, don't you..."

"Mei'er, don't talk nonsense."

With his eyebrows slightly locked, Shi Yiwen immediately stopped him.

"You are not disciplined strictly, and you will be laughed at."

"The little girl is just naive, innocent... romantic, cough, cough, how can she get it?"

The old man raised his eyes and looked at Shi Yiwen.

"Dare you ask me...you Gao's surname?"

Shi Yiwen answered quickly.

"Shi Yiwen."

"Shi Yiwen?"

The old man frowned slightly, as if he remembered something, and then asked.

"But the tribute envoy from the old port?"

All of this knows? In surprise, Shi Yiwen nodded and responded.

“That’s right.”

"Since you are a tribute envoy, why do you need to go to Beijing alone? Didn't the Ministry of Rites send someone to follow?"

As soon as the old man finished speaking, he started coughing again. Listening to his coughing, Shi Yiwen walked up and said.

"Old sir, if I read it correctly, you should have asthma in elderly people, and this disease is probably not cured."

After coughing for a while, the old man said in a panting.

"Then please let me show you my little brother. It's nothing to remove the roots or not. Just don't breathe like this, it's all."

In the old man's doubts, Shi Yiwen listened to his breathing with a stethoscope, and the result also proved his judgment.

"The father-in-law coughed for so long, and there was inflammation in the lungs and trachea. If the inflammation is not removed..."

It shouldn't last long, but it was so simple to kill a disease in ancient times.

"I'm afraid the condition will only continue to worsen."

"Then I'll have to worry about my friend."

Inflammation of bronchial and lungs is definitely not possible only by taking medicine. Generally, intravenous administration is required. However, considering that the bacteria in this era are not resistant to drugs, Shi Yiwen switched to a syringe to make injections. When he walked around, he took out a cover and took out a glass syringe and an antibiotic to prepare for the medication time.

Not to mention the old man, even Wu Cai and others were stunned. In the past, they only knew that Shi Yiwen was proficient in medical skills, but they had almost never seen him treat his illness, let alone such an incredible method.

"Sir, my method of curing diseases is different from that of ordinary methods."

The old man looked at the syringe in Shi Yiwen's hand in surprise and said curiously.

"That's right, the old man can open his eyes."

"You'll see, old man."

Shi Yiwen smiled,

He tied his arm with a leather strip, slapped the vein twice in a row, and then stabbed the needle into the vein with one needle. When he saw the blood pouring out of the thin tube, the blood retreated without waiting for him to speak.

"this……"

Looking at Shi Yiwen's fingers gently pushing the syringe, the old man opened his eyes wide and said in surprise.

"This, I will send the medicine directly to my body? Young Master, this medicine looks transparent and colorless, very different from ordinary medicines. I wonder what medicine is made of decocted?"

Facing the old man's curious inquiry, Shi Yiwen just smiled and said nothing. After pushing a tube of medicine, Shi Yiwen stood up and said to the old man.

"Sir, with your condition, it should be relieved in two to three days."

Surprising at Shi Yiwen's incredible treatment methods, the old man asked again.
Chapter completed!