Chapter 193: A kind of injury that is vulnerable to playing football

Changshoufang, Tao Mansion.

There are many famous doctors in Chang'an, all of whom are very capable, but excluding medical skills and only in terms of fame, Tao Judong is definitely ranked first. It is not because his medical skills are much better than others, but in addition to medical skills, he is more good at dealing with people and spares no effort in promoting the backwards. This makes many people thank him. He has been the Imperial Physician for a long time, but no one has ever given him a slaughter!

Before dealing with the world, you should learn to be a human being. Tao Judong is the one who knows how to be a human being!

After the desk, Tao Judong gently closed the book, closed his eyes, raised his hands, and pressed his temple with his thumb. After a while, he opened his eyes, clapped his hands, and rushed to the Shutong who was standing outside the door and said, "Go and call Dongsheng."

The book boy agreed and turned around. Soon after, he brought a young man under thirty. The young man was slanted with his eyebrows and thin eyes, as thin as silk, not beautiful, but very arrogant. The young man was named Tao Dongsheng, and he was Tao Judong's distant nephew. He learned medical skills from Tao Judong since he was a child. He had great experience in treating typhoid fever and was deeply loved by Tao Judong.

Tao Dongsheng entered the study room, Tao Dongsheng saluted his uncle and said, "Uncle, do you have any instructions for your nephew to come?"

Tao Judong looked at him lovingly and asked, "Dongsheng, have you been to see Long Aotian these days?"

Tao Dongsheng nodded and said, "Reply to my uncle's words, I met him the day before yesterday and discussed the use of Dingpanto Soup."

Tao Judong said, raised his hand to signal, let his nephew sit down, and said, "You are not against your friendship with Long Aotian. He is very skilled in medicine. You and him are often dialectical and can improve medical skills. But one thing should be noted, medical skills can be learned, but you must not learn from him in life. People who are self-admiring are not everyone's favorite!"

Tao Dongsheng paused for a moment, but said, "Uncle, it is of great benefit to dialectical evidence with others. However, the imperial physicians in the office know their nephew's identity. They often do not dialectical evidence with their nephews and are always humble. The nephews can't learn anything from them. Only Long Aotian, who is arrogant and rude, is dialectical with his nephew, never shows mercy and interact with him. Although it is unpleasant, the progress in medical skills is great!"

Tao Judong smiled. His nephew was obsessed with medical skills and often quarreled with others for dialectical medical skills. In terms of personality, if you lack the tactfulness of dealing with the world, it is probably unlikely that you will inherit your career and become the chief of the Imperial Medical Office. However, in terms of medical skills, it is very likely that you will become the Qianliju of the Tao family.

Tao Judong picked up a piece of paper and said, "Next time I go to see Long Aotian, you can dialectically use Pu Huang with him. He learned from Sun Zhenren and would not talk about him anything else, but his use of drugs should be far beyond ordinary people!"

Tao Dongsheng took the paper, took a look, and said in confusion: "Can Pu Huang treat swelling on the tongue? Isn't this medicine used to treat erectile dysfunction in women? If you take erectile dysfunction, the tongue is swelling. This is too bad!"

Tao Judong smiled and said, "No matter how intense the dialectical is, it must be spoken by facts in the end. The fact that proves that this medicine can indeed treat tongue swelling is Shi Zhongchen! How many uses of a medicine need to be studied slowly. So, you can see Long Aotian again next time, and you can have dialectical evidence with him!"

Tao Dongsheng thought for a while and said, "My nephew probably Long Aotian didn't know the usage of Pu Huang, otherwise he would have mentioned that the new usage of medicinal materials is not a trivial matter!"

After touching his beard, Tao Judong said: "You can not tell him about Shi Zhongchen's swelling tongue, but just simply dialectically with him. When he put on that face, you will make the matter clear. His expression will definitely be very interesting at that time!"

Thinking of Long Aotian's face, Tao Dongsheng frowned and suddenly spread his eyebrows. He smiled and said, "That will definitely be very interesting!"

Tao Judong said again: "This usage is what a drunk man said, but I heard that the person is very suave and should be a character. These days, if you have nothing to do, go out for a walk. If you can't meet this person, you might as well make friends, which will be good for you!"

"What's that person's name and where does he live?" Tao Dongsheng asked. Chang'an is so big and has a population of one million. Finding someone without knowing his name and address is tantamount to finding a needle in a haystack.

Tao Judong sighed and shook his head and said, "I don't know these things. If I had known, I would have visited them myself."

"My nephew will pay attention!" Tao Dongsheng replied, and said something to his uncle for a while before leaving the study.

When he returned to his room, Tao Dongsheng immediately began to flip through medical books. While flipping through them, he thought to himself: "Pu Huang can actually treat swelling of the tongue. This is the first time I heard of it. It seems that no book has recorded this usage, and there is no memory at all!"

He flipped through more than a dozen medical books in one breath and looked for Pu Huang, but there was no such record in this medical books. Instead, he had a special discussion on Pu Huang's treatment of uterine dysfunction in women, but he did not mention any words about tongue swelling!

After flipping through the book, Tao Dongsheng put down the book, walked out of the room, and called a servant to accompany him on the street. He left the Tao Mansion, walked eastward, and walked towards Zhuque Street.

There were too many people on Zhuque Street, and people shouted at horses and neighed, and they called for buying and selling, but there was no quiet place. Tao Dongsheng had a headache, but it hurt even more when he got here.

Seeing him worried, the servant asked, "Nephew, if you want to find a relaxing place, do you want to go to Furong Garden?"

Tao Dongsheng shook his head and said, "There are not fewer people there, and it may not be much quieter than Zhuque Street. By the way, is there anything new in Beijing recently?"

The servant thought for a while and said, "There are a lot of poetry and prose recently. Somehow, the scholars suddenly like to write poetry. The poetry and prose will be one after another, like a temple fair. After this and that, they will be very happy to write the letters!"

"Oh, what does the scholars have to do with the letter writers?" Tao Dongsheng said inexplicably.

The servant laughed and said, "Some scholars cannot write poems well, so they go to find down-and-out literati who make a living by selling their characters. Most of these people write letters for others at temple fairs to make money for their meals. Sometimes they can earn half a month's money by writing two poems a day. This business is really easy to do!"

Tao Dongsheng laughed twice, but said in his heart: "It's so boring!"

The servant said again: "When it comes to temple fairs, there are always people in Lingting Temple recently. I heard that Master Huizheng preached Buddhist scriptures and gave pilgrims mung bean soup to drink. Not many people can pass by."

Tao Dongsheng said, but said, "The monks preached the scriptures and preached the Dharma. Why did the pilgrims give to the temple? This is a new thing. Let's take a look."

Take the servants through Suzaku Street and walk towards the Inspiration Temple.

Since Dahui was about to preach Buddhism and collect money for incense and oil, Wang Ping'an has never been to the medicinal food shop again. Di Renjie is right. He is not good at doing business, so he might as well be a famous doctor and treat the people!

But after the news came out, not many people came to listen to the lecture. The Inspiration Temple had long been ruined, and there were few people coming here to burn incense. Besides, everyone was busy making a living, and no one could have free time. If they had free time, it would be great to listen to music and dance. Who could come to the Monk Temple to listen to monks chant scriptures?

The day before, only a few people came, all of them were from our house. They were passing by. When they saw mung bean soup that they could drink, they drank a bowl. After drinking, they wiped their mouths and left, not listening to Huizheng's preaching.

The next day, more people came, hundreds or eighty of them, but they all came to drink mung bean soup. After drinking, they patted their butts and left, refusing to listen to Huizheng's preaching.

On the third day, Wang Ping'an told Hui Zheng, "You can't do this, don't tell those boring Buddhist scriptures, tell some small stories related to Buddhism, so that the people can stay for a while. They are happy to listen to it, and then they will give you money for indulgence and oil. Hui Zheng couldn't do it, so he had to change it to common people and tell some small stories. This time the effect was much better. There were 500 people coming, and there were also people from outside. They drank mung bean soup and listened to the stories. At night, they actually collected 70 to 80 cents!

Hui Zheng was very happy and sorted out dozens of good stories overnight. On the fourth day, he gave a special talk. This time, there were more people coming, thousands of people, and he stayed for a long time. After listening, he paid more money. After a day, he collected 140 or 50 entries!

This was the fifth day. As soon as the dawn was dawn, Ding Danruo and Ke Lianwu got up early and cooked two large pots of mung bean soup. Ouyang Li and others carried it out and placed it on the small open space outside the temple gate.

At this time, no people came outside. After all, it was too early and Huizheng did not come out. However, Wang Ping'an got up early because of the heat, thinking that he would come to drink a bowl of mung bean soup first, so he would treat it as breakfast!

As soon as I left the temple gate, I saw an old man walking from a distance. The old man was dressed in a worn-out clothes and limped over with a crutch in his hand. It seemed that his feet were injured!

Wang Ping'an asked Ding Danruo to serve him a bowl of mung bean soup, and sat on the steps in front of the door and slowly drank porridge, but his eyes kept looking at the old man coming.

When he got closer, he realized that the old man was not very old, but his face was full of wrinkles and very sad. But he was almost in his forties, but the expression on his face made him look fifty or sixty years old. It was probably because of the difficulty of life and fatigue.

The old man walked to the pot and swallowed, but did not ask for porridge. He just sat down slowly and stretched out the injured leg, as if waiting for something.

Lin Lianwu walked up and served a bowl of porridge, saying, "Old uncle, let me give you a bowl of mung bean soup. I have a very thick serving. If a bowl is not enough, I will serve you again!"

But the old man shook his head again and said, "I haven't heard the Buddhist scriptures yet, so it's hard to eat first. Wouldn't he become a beggar?"

Wang Ping'an laughed as he heard this. The old man knew the pain in the temple and gave mung bean soup just to attract the people to come and listen. However, he refused to drink porridge for nothing, which was interesting!

Standing up, Wang Ping'an said, "This old man, eat as much as you should, don't be polite. What's wrong with your feet? But if you are injured, do you still have any illness?" When he walked up to him, he saw the old man wearing straw sandals on his feet. He squatted down and wanted to pick up his straw sandals.

The old man quickly stopped him and shouted, "Don't, the old man's feet are dirty. Young master, don't do this. If you dirty your hands, it will be bad!"

Wang Ping'an smiled and said, "What's the matter? If your hands are dirty, they will be cleaned. But if your feet are not cured, they will become more and more serious." He pushed away the old man's hand and took off his shoes.

I saw the old man's right toe red and swollen, like a small carrot. An abscess had formed on the edge of the toenail, and the outer corners of the nail were deeply embedded in the nail groove!

Wang Ping'an just saw this disease, and immediately showed the name of this disease, aphrodisiac-shaped nail inflammation!

In modern times, who is the easiest person to get this disease?
Chapter completed!