Chapter 342

After August 15, it seems that the day gets cold in the blink of an eye.

One autumn rain and one cold. After several autumn rains, the people walking on the street put on their jackets and walked quickly with their shoulders shrunk in the drizzle. The shops on the street seemed a little lonely. The guys sat and stood idle and chatted. Someone ran in a hurry in the street. It was obvious that they came out in a hurry. They didn't even bring an umbrella or a cloth, so they ran over.

"Isn't this doctor Li from Renshan hall in the north of the city?" A man leaning against the door said, with some surprise, "where are you going in such a hurry?"

"It must be Jiuling hall." The other guy said without raising his head.

"It's strange now. Not many people go to Jiuling hall for treatment, but more doctors." The man leaning on the door tut tut said.

"Who told jiulingtang to be right?" Said the guys inside.

It was only two months later, when jiulingtang claimed that she could not cure the disease that other doctors could not cure, that sentence had a new explanation, and it was no longer arrogant and outrageous arrogance.

The doctor whose clothes and hair were wet in Jiuling hall was panting, looked very embarrassed and looked a little nervous.

"Miss Jun." Ignoring the rain on his face, he said eagerly, "can I cure this disease?"

"Which one?" Asked Miss Jun.

Many people refused to come to her for consultation. After refusing, she would say that other doctors would be optimistic, but she would not specify which doctor to say, so the inquirers would choose their own doctor.

When the selected doctor heard that Miss Jun had seen it, it would not be like before.

They will take the patient seriously and treat him if they can. They won't feel humiliated when they feel overwhelmed. At first, everyone will quietly come to Jiuling hall to consult Miss Jun. later, they find that they are not a doctor, so they don't cover it up at all.

Hearing Miss Jun's inquiry, the doctor calmed down and explained the patient's symptoms.

"I haven't cured this disease before." He said frankly, "this patient happened to be sent to me. I dare not and can't refuse the treatment, so I came to ask Miss Jun. if I really can't cure it, I hope Miss Jun can tell the patient and ask them to ask for another expert."

Miss Jun looked at him and smiled.

"How did you treat it before? What do you think of this disease?" She asked.

The doctor was a little nervous, just like facing the master's questions when he was an apprentice, although he had been a teacher for more than ten years.

He thought for a moment and talked about his previous prescriptions and ideas.

"But it hasn't been cured." He said, with a bit of depression and a bit of expectation in his eyes.

He has studied many medical prescriptions and there is no way. Of course, some doctors can cure it, but the skills of doctors are against each other. One doctor's prescriptions will not be shown to another doctor, let alone the specific diagnosis and treatment of diseases.

But now it's different. There's a chance.

Since the incident of Dr. Feng two months ago, although the doctors in the city didn't say it, they all became clever. The old doctor Feng must have been helped by Miss Jun, otherwise he wouldn't have become so talkative.

Then there were more and more such cases. However, those doctors who came to see patients under the banner of saying that others could treat them eventually cured these diseases.

These doctors have different medical skills, but what they have in common is that they all went to see Miss Jun, and later became honest and respectful to miss Jun like old doctor Feng.

Obviously, Miss Jun is really guiding the doctors.

I don't know if I can be instructed this time. After all, I can say I won't face this disease at all.

This can not be said to be a simple guidance, but to teach skills.

Is she willing?

The doctor looked at Miss Jun.

Miss Jun turned away.

"Ah Si." She cried.

Ah Si is the shop assistant. I heard it and answered it.

Is this a seeing off? The doctor looked a little embarrassed.

"Take this... Doctor in and change into clean clothes." Said Miss Jun.

The doctor was stunned. His face was slightly red. He looked down at his clothes. It was not elegant to stick it wet on his body. He was facing the doctor, but he was also a little girl.

"Let's sit down and talk about it." Miss Jun said, reaching out and knocking on the table, "it may take longer. Don't get cold in this dress."

The doctor was so excited that he didn't know what to say.

She didn't even know the name and origin of the doctor.

"Come with me." Ah Si said, leading the way.

The doctor was no longer polite and saluted Miss Jun. he followed the clerk in the shop. When he changed his clean clothes and wiped his face, a cup of hot tea had been placed on several tables opposite Miss Jun.

The doctor saluted again, sat down respectfully, held the cup of hot tea, and felt warm both physically and mentally.

"Just now you said that the medicine prescribed for this disease is cooked Angelica sinensis..." Said Miss Jun, writing on the paper with a pen.

The doctor opposite hurriedly put down his tea cup and listened with a solemn look.

Under the eaves diagonally across the street, Dr. Geng, wearing a hat, could see this through the window. He pressed the hat down and turned away.

"Now doctors all over the city are not angry that she said she could cure it, but proud."

"Everyone even expected her to say she could cure it, because as long as she said, they would cure it. If not, she would let them cure it."

"One doctor asked her why she wanted to do this."

"It's not against the doctors in the whole city, or looking down on the people without benevolence. It's like being a Bodhisattva."

Dr. Geng said what had happened one by one.

Jiang Youshu's face was heavy.

How did this happen?

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"It's not surprising that this thing has become like this."

At this time, several royal guards of Fusi in Beizhen were also reporting this matter.

"When others become doctors, they want to make a living and earn money." A royal guards said expressionless, "but miss Jun is not."

"Yes, behind her is Deshengchang. She doesn't lack money or livelihood." Another royal guards said, "she only asks for fame, not profit."

"Fame and wealth are a constraint on people, but if you only want fame and don't want profit, then this person will be terrible. He will teach skills and help all living beings." First, a royal guards said, "it's not a Bodhisattva."

Hearing this, Jiang Baihu touched his chin.

It turned out to be like this.

"These worthless doctors can't count on them." He cursed.

Royal Guards step forward.

"Sir, let's do it?" They said.

Jiang Baihu waved his hand.

After all, the affairs of the Fang family are a little tricky.

"I'll ask for instructions from Qianhu adults." He said.

Jiang Baihu came to Luyun banner, but was stopped by the man at the door and made a gesture inside.

Jiang Baihu understood that this was a task arranged by Lu yunqi.

Although they are all royal guards, their tasks are confidential to each other.

After Jiang Baihu waited for a while, several royal guards came out, nodded to them outside the door and left immediately.

Lu yunqi followed.

"My Lord." Jiang Baihu said.

Lu yunqi raised his hand to stop him and left without saying a word.

Jiang Baihu stopped and watched Lu yunqi walk away.

"Are you going to the palace?" He said, "what's the matter?"

Although Lu yunqi's description is always expressionless and can't see happiness and anger, he can see some clues after being with him for a long time.

At the right moment, you can see the fluctuation in Lu yunqi's eyes. He has only seen this expression once, that is, the moment when the coffin of the nine year old princess was buried.

Something big must have happened, thought Jiang Baihu.

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Have a nice holiday.