Farmhouse Green Plum

Chapter 660 Combination

The servant agreed and was about to leave when he saw the doorman rushing in, "Madam, there's a doctor outside who says he can cure the master's illness!"

The housekeeper was delighted and asked hurriedly, "Where is it?"

Madam Zhu also hurried out of the room and urged, "Please come in!"

After a moment, Madam Zhu looked at the young man in white clothes before her, her anger rising. She glared at the concierge who had reported to her earlier, suppressing her anger and asking, "Is this the doctor you were talking about?"

The doorman nodded, his face filled with joy: "Yes, he said he can cure the master's illness!"

Mrs. Zhu was furious. "If he says he can, then he can. Can you please have some common sense? He doesn't act like a doctor at all."

The doorman looked over and saw that the young man opposite was dressed in white clothes as white as snow. Apart from the dark patterns on the lapels and cuffs, there was no other decoration. His hair crown was only tied with a plain white ribbon.

Apart from white, the only two colors on her body are the pink of her lips and the black of her hair and eyebrows.

The girl who came with him was also wearing a plain white dress, without any decoration from head to toe.

Mrs. Zhu took breath after breath, but still couldn't hold back her anger.

Her master's condition is getting worse, and these two people are dressed like this, they must be here to make things difficult for her!

She pointed at Yuan Qing and yelled at the concierge, "What kind of doctor is dressed like he's in mourning? What bad luck!"

The doorman glanced at Yuan Qing. He was so happy that his master's illness was cured that he didn't pay attention to these things at all.

Song Ying pressed his fingertips on the copper buckle of the medicine box, making a crisp click. Without even raising his eyelids, he said, "The Yellow Emperor's Classic of Internal Medicine says that the five colors correspond to the true colors of the five internal organs. White represents the lungs, and metal represents clarity and brightness.

Your husband's cough is caused by his lungs. White lung-clearing medicine is beneficial to his condition. If you want to say it's bad luck,

At this point, she paused, then suddenly raised her eyes and smiled, "The rouge on your lips is as red as blood, which is the real curse!"

Mrs. Zhu paused and hesitated. Ever since her husband got the disease, she had to ask doctors to come to her home frequently in the past six months. She heard these words from the "Yellow Emperor's Internal Classic" in their conversations.

Just as he was thinking about it, he saw the girl opposite him smiling brightly, "Of course, we wear white clothes not because it is good for your master's illness, but because we have a rule in Medicine King Valley that all disciples must wear white."

Mrs. Zhu's forehead twitched, and she wanted to kick the man out, but when she thought about what she had just said from the Yellow Emperor's Classic of Internal Medicine, she was worried that the man could really cure her husband's illness.

If you kick her out, wouldn't that be equivalent to kicking out your husband's life as well?

She endured it again and again, and finally forced a smile, "I'm so sorry, both of you. My master is seriously ill, and I've been so anxious every day that my mouth is almost blistered. I spoke too quickly and didn't mean to offend you.

I wonder what your names are? Where did you learn from?

Yuan Qing stood with her hands behind her back, her face calm and composed, "My maidservant is rude, please don't mind, madam. My master is Sun Chengxiao from Medicine King Valley."

Maid?

Madam Zhu couldn't help but look at Song Ying again. A maidservant could talk about the Yellow Emperor's Classic of Internal Medicine all the time. Is the medical skill of Yaowang Valley so powerful?

The name of this clinic is strange, Yaowang Valley, which doesn't sound like the name of a clinic at all.

Her thoughts raced through her mind, and her expression grew softer and more apologetic. "I'm sorry for being rude. Doctor, please come in! If you can cure my master, I'll reward you handsomely."

Yuan Qing nodded and walked into the house. "Let me check on the patient first."

Song Ying snorted softly at Madam Zhu before following her in.

Mrs. Zhu took a deep breath and followed him in. When she reached the door, she raised her hand to wipe off the rouge on her lips.

Inside the room, Zhu Zhenghong was coughing so hard that he couldn't even straighten his back. He changed handkerchiefs one after another and piled them on the tray. The blood stains on them were glaring red.

When Mrs. Zhu saw this, she frowned subconsciously, and somewhat agreed with what Song Ying had just said. Isn't red the color that brings bad luck to her family?

She frowned and said, "Take the handkerchief out and throw it away quickly. What are you keeping it here for?"

The maid holding the tray responded and hurried out.

However, the blood-stained handkerchiefs were replaced one after another and never really disappeared from the house.

Madam Zhu said anxiously, "Doctor, please take a look at my master."

Yuan Qing nodded and walked over.

Zhu Zhenghong glanced at them and was about to speak when he couldn't help coughing.

Song Ying walked over, quickly took out a pulse pillow from the medicine box and placed it on the table, then placed Zhu Zhenghong's hand on it.

He continued to cough, and his hands began to tremble.

"Don't move, our young master wants to take your pulse!" Song Ying pressed his hand on the pulse pillow, but actually took the opportunity to take his pulse secretly.

There was no way. There were very few women with medical skills. If Scar and the others knew that there was a female doctor on the ship, she would be recognized immediately when she came to treat Zhu Zhenghong.

Yuan Qing can only pretend to be the doctor.

After feeling Zhu Zhenghong's pulse, Song Ying let go of his hand. Yuan Qing pretended to feel his hand for a while, sometimes frowning in thought, sometimes thinking about something, which made Mrs. Zhu, who was concentrating on paying attention to his expression, feel very nervous.

"Master Zhu, it's time to change hands!" Song Ying reminded after putting one hand on top of the other.

Zhu Zhenghong stopped coughing at this moment. Song Ying thought for a moment and said, "Pay attention to the angle of your hand. Oops, it's not easy to take the pulse if you put your hand like this."

As he spoke, he began to correct the angle of his wrist. Zhu Zhenghong was a little confused. He had never heard that when a doctor took a pulse, there were certain angle requirements for the position of the hand!

He couldn't help but glance at Mrs. Zhu, wanting to ask her where she found the doctor.

Unfortunately, Mrs. Zhu's entire attention was focused on Yuan Qing's changing expression, and she didn't receive the look he was giving her.

Song Ying almost figured it out before letting go of his hand and letting Yuan Qing feel his pulse.

Then, Yuan Qing began to ask questions according to the questions Song Ying had taught him in advance:

What does your urine and stool look like? Is your mouth dry? Does your throat hurt? Can you stick out your tongue? What about the phlegm and blood you spit out? Bring it here and take a look...

After a thorough examination, Song Ying had an idea in his mind. He nodded secretly to Yuan Qing and made a few casual strokes with his fingers.

Yuan Qing glanced at her, secretly matching her scrawled talismans with the various characters in his mind, and then said gently, "You have liver fire attacking your lungs, and the heat has burned the lung meridians. I will prescribe a prescription to clear the liver, relieve the lungs, and stop the bleeding."

Listening to Yuan Qing's serious explanation of the cause of the disease and the treatment method, Song Ying sighed secretly. He never thought that the ghost painting talismans handed down from their Huichuntang ancestors and Yuan Qing's photographic memory could be combined to be used in this way.

It was absolutely amazing, even if other people saw her movements, they still had no idea what she was doing!

Mrs. Zhu was overjoyed and quickly ordered the maid to bring pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

Yuan Qing said, "No hurry, we are here to ask for a favor."

Mrs. Zhu's expression froze, while Zhu Zhenghong frowned and looked at Yuan Qing with scrutiny.

Unfortunately, he just examined it for a moment and started coughing uncontrollably again.