Today is another sunny day. When the morning glow rises, the streets are noisy again. Li Ming squeezes through the bustling crowd and walks towards the Marshal's Mansion.

Yesterday I heard A Mao introduce: Marshal Zhang Meng lost his wife in middle age, leaving only one daughter. Zhang Meng is busy with military affairs on weekdays and has no time to reopen, so this daughter became Zhang Meng's treasure. But a few days ago, his daughter suddenly fell ill with a high fever and has not yet recovered. She has been unconscious and has been invited to the famous doctors in the city. The condition is getting worse and worse. Zhang Meng was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan. In desperation, he posted notices on the gates of all cities, claiming that whoever cured his daughter's illness would be rewarded with a thousand taels of gold. Li Ming still remembers A Mao's salivation expression when he mentioned the thousand taels of gold and his words: "Thousand taels of gold! I can buy the most luxurious house in the city.

Son, marry the eighteenth house lady and live a good life." Li Ming was amused by his "ideal". But he was also moved. He thought: he used to be weak and sick, so his medical knowledge was relatively rich. Although it was nothing in modern times, when he knew a set of Western medicine theory that he had been unique in ancient times, and there were essential medicines and equipment on the car, why didn't he try it? With a thousand taels of gold, he could go anywhere. So he asked Ah Mao about where the Marshal's Mansion was, and asked Ah Mao to help find a doctor's box, pack some essential medicines and equipment, and got up early today to walk towards the Marshal's Mansion.

The guard was on high alert in front of the general's mansion. A doctor was being pushed out of the door by two soldiers. Li Ming dared to step forward to hold the doctor who was about to fall and asked, "Sir, what's going on? Why are they so rude?" The doctor looked at Li Ming, sighed, and said, "Miss' condition is very strange, and the marshal is very anxious. We must immediately reduce the high fever of the lady, but the power of the medicine stone has no such rapid effect. The lady took my medicine for two days and didn't get better, so she drove me out. You are also here to see the doctor. I advise you to go back. The lady's condition is too serious. It is not curable by the medicine stone. She can only last a few days, so you should not cause trouble." After that, he shook his head and turned around and walked away.

Li Ming took a deep breath and walked towards the gate, bowed to the soldier: "I am here to treat the lady, so I'll tell you about it."

Li Ming was led into the embroidery room. Through Bo Bo's gauze curtain, he saw the lady lying on the bed. Several maids in front of the bed were busy. Several old doctors outside the gauze curtain were discussing fiercely. A man with a sad face was sitting next to the table. The guard pointed at the man and said to Li Ming: "This is our marshal." The man raised his head to look at Li Ming when he heard the guard's words. Li Ming took a step forward and clasped his fists and said, "Li Ming, the doctor, went to the side, and saw the marshal." Zhang Meng waved his hand and said, "No need to be polite, hurry up and treat the little girl."

A maid in the gauze curtain led a red thread to Li Ming. She vaguely saw one end of the red thread tied to the lady's wrist. The maid handed the red thread to Li Ming and said, "Please treasure the pulse, sir."

Li Ming was stunned with the red thread. It took him a long time to remember: In ancient times, men and women were not close to each other. The daughters with status were even more polite and guarded very tightly. Therefore, when they were sick, they often tied a red thread to the patient's wrist, and the red thread was pulled outside the curtain and the doctor took the red thread to take the pulse. Li Ming looked at the old doctors next to him with sympathy, thinking that it would be difficult for them to take the pulse like this. Of course, it would be impossible to diagnose anything. However, in order to show that they have excellent medical skills, the doctors still pretend not to talk about the great truth. In the end, they still have to rely on their own experience to take the medicine. This is not at all related to the actual pulse. Of course, it is not surprising that the disease cannot be cured.

Since the red line has been obtained, Li Ming can only pretend not to be closed, muttering something in his mouth, and then open his eyes for a long time. Looking at Zhang Meng's concerned gaze, Li Ming smiled indifferently and said, "Doctors must observe, ask, hear, and hear, the lady's condition is serious. The cause of the disease cannot be determined by just taking the pulse. Please call the lady's personal maid to let me know the lady's condition in detail. What does the marshal think?" Li Meng's eyes lit up, thinking that this doctor was different. Other doctors shook their heads and said something that he couldn't understand after taking the pulse. The medicine he prescribed would not work. No one had made this request. It seemed that the doctor was a little special. Thinking of this, he shouted, "Xiao Cui, come out and tell the gentleman about the disease process."

A maid lifted the curtain and walked out, saluted Li Ming, and said, "Miss felt uncomfortable in her throat five days ago. The next day, she found that her throat hurt when she swallowed something, and suddenly had a high fever at night."

After hearing this, Li Ming felt a clear mind. Judging from Xiao Cui's narrative, this lady is likely to suffer from suppurative tonsillitis. She can be sure of it by just looking at her throat. In fact, Li Ming used to have this disease, and she only had to hang penicillin for a few days, so now she mainly wants to see if there are pus spots in her tonsils. But now she has to take a rope to take out her pulse. How can she pry her mouth open to see the lesions? It seems that first of all, Li Ming must believe that she can cure the disease.

Thinking of this, Li Ming said to Zhang Meng: "Marson, the villain has a rough understanding of the lady's illness. Now we must first push the lady's high fever." An old doctor next to him sneered: "You still need to speak. In the past few days, all the famous doctors in the city have been trying to reduce the fever. Now the key is to retreat."

Li Ming smiled slightly, took out a piece of paracetamol from the medicine box, and said to Xiao Cui: "Please take this piece to the lady. If she can't swallow it, then mash it and put it in water to rinse it open." In fact, there is a more potent fenbufen in Li Ming's medicine box, but considering that the ancients had never taken chemicals and might have a higher sensitivity to Western medicine, so take out a piece of paracetamol and try it.

Zhang Meng looked at the small tablet of medicine and questioned: "What is this? Can this thing be cured?" Li Ming smiled and said: "Marcel, don't underestimate this small tablet of medicine. This medicine was made by me using more than a dozen precious medicinal materials for more than 20 days. It has special effects on fever. If the Marshal doesn't believe it, he will know."

Zhang Mengzheng nodded suspiciously and waved his hand to let Xiao Cui in.

Li Ming sat next to the tea table holding the tea bowl in his hand, but he was uneasy. It was estimated that half an hour had passed. I don’t know how sensitive the lady is to the medicine. It would be better to take out the fembulfen just now. This is at least a little bit bigger, but he can no longer go back. If you use one tablet of this medicine, you should try to keep it as much as possible if you can avoid using a good medicine.

Suddenly, Xiao Cui screamed in the curtain, and several people outside the curtain jumped up at the same time. Zhang Meng shouted: "What's the name! What's wrong?"

Xiao Cui rushed out of the curtain and stammered: "Marson, Miss*. Miss*. She*. She." "What's wrong with her? Tell me quickly!" "Miss. She*. She has subsided her fever! Now she is sweating heavily and has woken up!"

Li Ming sat in his seat and a big rock in his heart finally fell to the ground. Zhang rushed over, patted his shoulders with thick hands and shook them back and forth, and shouted excitedly: "Miscellaneous Doctor!!Miscellaneous Doctor! You saved my life!" He turned around and shouted to several other doctors: "You are a famous doctor, look at them! The disease will be cured immediately after one dose of medicine. It's not like you! Come on, drive them out to me!"

When Li Ming waited for Zhang Meng to calm down, he stood up and said to him: "Marcel, don't be happy too early. Miss's illness has not yet recovered." Zhang Meng was stunned and said anxiously: "But Yao'er's fever has subsided and she has woken up. Why did she say it has not been cured?"

Li Ming smiled faintly and said, "The doctor said: The disease comes like a mountain, and the disease goes like a cocoon. The lady's condition is very serious and it cannot be cured in a short while. I just used the power of the medicine stone to temporarily control the lady's condition, but the cause of the lady's disease cannot be fully confirmed at present. The power of the medicine stone will burn again after it passes."

Zhang Meng said hurriedly: "What should I do? Can't Yao'er's disease be cured?" Li Ming looked at his anxious appearance and hurriedly comforted: "I can still cure the disease, but first I have to determine the cause. I just asked and cut it. The general cause of the disease is already in my mind, but a deeper examination is required to determine the cause."

Zhang Meng asked, "What should I do with that sir? As long as Yao'er's disease can be cured, it's OK."

Li Ming said: "I know that men and women are not close to each other, but the doctor is a parent. I hope that the marshal will not stick to worldly etiquette and ask the villain to go to the lady's bed for a careful examination."

Zhang Meng hesitated for a long time and said, "As long as the sir cures Yao'er's illness, please give me everything."
Chapter completed!