novelsmap Chapter 155
Chapter 155
After Cui Song left, Diao Chan took out the wooden tablet and wrote down the prescription of "clearing heat" seriously.
Guo Jia also has some research on pharmacology, and he looked down to identify it, and found that what Diao Chan wrote down was indeed an ordinary heat-clearing medicinal material.
After about half a stick of incense, when the prescription was about to be completed, Diao Chan said abruptly:
"Why does Marquis Guo take painkilling herbs?"
Guo Jia happened to pour a glass of wine for himself and sipped it slowly. Hearing Diao Chan's question, his hand holding the wine bottle froze slightly.
Diao Chan put down the brush, and her clear apricot eyes were like knives like swords, bursting into sharp light:
"Physician, look, hear, ask, everything is indispensable. The person who checks the pulse observes the pulse condition, and the diseases of the internal organs, hundreds of pulses and nine orifices can all be traced in the pulse condition. Only one part of the head is complex and precious, and the lesion cannot be diagnosed through the pulse condition. It can't be identified by 'look' and 'smell', and the patient must report the symptoms before he can be admitted to the doctor."
She threw away the wooden tablet and stared closely at Guo Jia's eyes,
"Guo Houruo is really in good health as indicated by the pulse condition, so why should he take the medicine of tiger and wolf that relieves pain and relieves numbness?"
Guo Jia put down the wine cup and praised as if sighing: "Miss Ren's 'look' and 'smell' are really extraordinary."
The calm and calm words confirmed Diao Chan's guess in disguise.
Diao Chan Qu Ran was startled: "When did it start? Why didn't you ask the doctor truthfully, instead of self-medicating?"
She knew that Guo Jia was a person with a firm heart, and if the pain was not severe, she would never take the risk of using analgesics.
But if it is really necessary to use strong herbs to suppress one or two headaches... Diao Chan's heart sinks more and more, and the appearance of Cui Songyan laughing at Yan Yan flashes in his mind, and he dare not reveal the answer for a while.
Guo Jia stared down at the lightly swaying liquid in the cup, his eyes were as ethereal as cloud shadows: "Let's ask Miss Ren, can this disease be cured?"
Diao Chan was confused, but subconsciously replied: "There are several types of head disease. The head disease like Cao Sikong's is caused by overwork and internal evil. People call it head wind, although it is difficult to It is cured, but there is no serious problem, and it can be alleviated with the right medicine. Besides, there are still congenital, trauma, invasion of external evils, internal wind and other head diseases, basically no medicine can cure..."
Diao Chan suddenly stopped talking, and said with a forced smile, "If it was an external injury and internal wind, how could Guo Hou stand here well? According to my guess, Guo Hou's head disease should be the same as Cao Sikong's, just an ordinary headache. Wind disease."
Guo Jia shook his head with a smile: "Miss Ren is kind-hearted, but Jia also knows a little bit about the art of differentiation and yellowing. Jia knows exactly what the disease is."
Diao Chan silently picked up the wooden tablet thrown on the ground, and put it gently on the table: "Perhaps my teacher can find a way..."
"Even a genius doctor, there is still something beyond his power." Guo Jia took the wooden tablet, took the knife and pen on the table, and scraped off the last edge of the pen that was deviated due to the owner's emotional agitation. "When the first sign appeared, I asked people to hide their identity, and took the symptoms to several genius doctors for questioning...the results were all the same."
There is no cure for this evil disease.
If he had known this earlier... but if he had known about this earlier, he would not have revealed his feelings to Zi Cong.
The sadness that flashed across the eyes was like the shadow of a tree passing through the forest, leaving no trace.
He bowed solemnly to Diao Chan, and said sincerely: "Young lady has figured out the clue, but she didn't point it out in front of Zi Cong. I am very grateful... I have a merciless request, can I ask the young lady to agree?"
"Does Marquis Guo want...to continue to hide from Cui Lang?"
"Exactly. Zi Cong and I... are Jin Lan's friends. I don't want him to be upset by this, but I hope the girl will cover it up for me."
Diao Chan retorted: "You can hide it for a while, but can you hide it forever?"
After Guo Jia finished the salute, he still maintained the gesture of saluting and never let go: "You only need to hide it for this moment, and you can hide it for this lifetime."
Diao Chan said nothing for a long time.
It wasn't until Guo Jia's half-raised hand started to stiffen that he heard a complicated sigh:
"I promise you."
He stood with his sleeves down, and saluted again:
"Jia, thank you very much."
At the same moment, on the empty and flat road, Cui Song expressed concern to Ren's father, who was following behind him, sweating profusely:
"The scorching heat is unbearable. I'll go to Sikong Mansion alone. Mr. Ren, please find a place to rest."
Ren's father wiped off his sweat and said: "It's okay, Duke Hua also has the grace to guide me, so I should go with you."
Cui Song swept left and right, and said: "This place is still some distance away from where Sikong is, Mr. Ren, please wait a moment, I will fetch a horse."
Then he went to the post house next to him.
Ren's father is most afraid of heat, so he found a cool place to sit down on the spot, fanning himself while looking at the gate of the post house from time to time.
Cui Song entered the posthouse, showed the official seal to the posthouse, and was led to the backyard.
He waved back to follow his post house, chose a brown horse beside the stable, and fed the horse grass.
Not long after, a man with light hands and ordinary facial features jumped out from nowhere and stood behind him.
Cui Song continued to feed the horse without looking back:
"how?"
The man reported a few words to him in Qinghe dialect in a low voice.
After only listening to a few sentences, the horse grass caught by Cui Song dropped his hand and fell to the ground.
Cui Song looked down at his empty hand, and slowly tightened it into a fist.
"Bong Xiao..."
It wasn't until he felt a sharp tingling sensation in his palm that he came back to his senses and ordered the people behind him to leave in a low voice.
After feeding the last bit of horse grass, he led the horse out of the stable.Immediately, a post came forward, put the horse on the frame, and led it out from the side door.
Seeing the carriage, Ren's father wiped off the new sweat from his forehead, and only followed after Cui Song got into the carriage amidst the ardent hospitality of the post servants.
As soon as he got into the car, he looked at Cui Song's face in surprise:
"What's wrong with Cui Hou? He was fine just now, why is his complexion... so pale?"
"It's okay, maybe the weather is too hot, it will be fine in a while."
Father Ren looked at it for a while, making sure that there was nothing unusual about him, and then he was relieved.
The carriage moved slowly, and Ren's father felt drowsy as he felt the warm wind blowing on his face.
Suddenly, he opened his eyes, sniffed quickly, looked around suspiciously, and finally fell on Cui Song.
"Cui Hou, are you injured?"
"Never."
Usually his warm and gentle voice was exceptionally cold at this time, and he almost wanted to reject people thousands of miles away.
Father Ren was a little apprehensive and hesitant.Thinking of Cui Song's character and temperament, he finally got the courage to grab his hand through the sleeve.
"Cui Hou didn't notice the incision on his palm?"
Cui Song only glanced at the blood stains on his palms and wet cuffs, then withdrew his hand as if nothing had happened: "Just now when I was leading the horse, I accidentally strangled it, I'm sorry for Mr. Ren."
Father Ren wanted to say something, but the carriage stopped suddenly.
"You two, Sikong's government office has arrived."