Wang Ping'an sat upright and said, "Mr. Cheng, medicine should be appropriate for the person, you are sure of this!"

Cheng Jisheng nodded silently, and he naturally knew this truth.

Wang Ping'an said again: "I was weak in my body. After I had hot dysentery, I first invited other doctors to see it. The medicine they prescribed was actually similar to the medicine you prescribed by Mr. Cheng, but the medicine you prescribed was more appropriate. However, because I was weak in my body, although the prescriptions prescribed by those doctors were effective, they could not be cured in time, so my hot dysentery turned into resting dysentery..."

"Oh, rest diarrhea? What is this saying?" Cheng Jisheng said inexplicably.

Wang Ping'an thought to himself: "This is really hard to explain for a while. I can't teach him a theoretical lesson!" He said vaguely: "It can be understood as long-term illness that cannot be cured, so the change in the condition is to be understood in this way!"

Cheng Jisheng said again, didn't ask any questions, and listened quietly.

Wang Ping'an said: "Your prescription is very useful. If I use your prescription as soon as I get sick, it will definitely be cured soon. But the dosage of your prescription must be slightly reduced, otherwise I will still not be able to stand it."

Cheng Jisheng rubbed his beard and said, "I originally had this idea, but I also thought that the prescriptions before were too rough and the medicine was not powerful, so they did not reduce the amount and used it to attack..." Suddenly, he yelled, stunned, understanding what was going on. He practiced medicine for half his life, and some things were not to be explained by others. He just needed to give a cause and he could figure it out.

Wang Ping'an smiled slightly and said, "I've been sick for a month and I'm still attacking. Can I stand it?"

Cheng Jisheng slowly stood up, his expression was a little dazed, and he walked out of the study room in one step, stood in the yard, looking up at the sky, not knowing what he was thinking.

Wang Youcai looked at him, then at his son, and said, "Ping An, now the dialectics has been completed. Dad didn't understand. Did you win or lose?"

Ding Danruo kept waiting beside him. Seeing Wang Ping'an speaking like a little master, he was stunned by the famous Divine Doctor Cheng. Finally, he simply went out to look up at the starry sky. He couldn't help but feel funny and interrupted, "Young Master naturally won the game, otherwise Mr. Cheng could go out!"

Wang Youcai showed joy and laughed: "Then I understand!"

The young man outside the house saw Cheng Jisheng come out and stepped forward and said, "Sir, sir?" Seeing that Cheng Jisheng's eyes were dull and he looked up and did not speak, he was startled and said, "Sir, what's wrong with you?" He gently pushed Cheng Jisheng.

Cheng Jisheng came back to his senses, ignored the guy, walked into the house, bowed to Wang Ping'an, and said, "It was me who used the wrong medicine. At that time, you were weak, but I used a lot of nitrophobia, which caused excessive attacks, causing your spleen and stomach to be severely damaged and unable to absorb it. You imitated Taohua Decoction to strengthen the astringent product, and the opposite way was done, so one dose was effective and the condition improved immediately. Cheng was taught!"

He paused and said, "I have something to ask for. Young Master, which medical book did you see this prescription? I am sure that this prescription must have cases. Can you borrow it from?" Just as a drunkard saw Ganjiu, he couldn't help but be curious and wanted to read the medical book very much.

Wang Ping'an thought to himself: "If you want to see medical books, you are afraid that you will live for hundreds of years. At least it will take until the Song Dynasty to see similar medical books." He shook his head and said: "I really forgot which book it was!"

Cheng Jisheng's face turned dark, thinking that Wang Ping'an refused to show the medical books. It was right. Medical books that could record such quick-acting prescriptions must be a thousand dollars, and maybe it was a secret book that could be used for outsiders to see. He said, "It's me that I'm abrupt."

Wang Youcai also thought that Wang Ping'an was unwilling to read the book to Cheng Jisheng, so he praised his son in his heart. Although his son is young, he is very sensible, that medical book must be very precious, and he cannot afford to make outsiders in vain. He stepped forward and smoothed out, "Thank you Mr. Cheng, please follow me to the guest room to rest!"

Cheng Jisheng sighed, nodded at Wang Ping'an, and turned around and went out with Wang Youcai.

Wang Ping'an felt very comfortable and lay down again. Ding Danruo did not go to sleep and asked, "Young Master, you are more skilled than Mr. Cheng's medical skills. You can cure the disease he cannot cure, and it seems that reading more is beneficial."

Wang Ping'an shook his head and said, "That may not be because Mr. Cheng's medical skills are not high. He has specialized in his profession. Perhaps he is not good at treating dysentery. If he changes his special subjects, his methods will be superb."

Ding Danruo nodded, but looked at the bookshelf and thought to himself: "I don't know what kind of medical book it is that can actually impress the miracle doctor."

Wang Ping'an understood the little girl's thoughts and said, "When I have time in the future, I will teach you how to read and read books. If you read some books, you may become a goddess doctor in the future!"

Ding Danruo's face was flushed and said embarrassedly: "How can I become a miracle doctor, a woman? I just want to learn more about decocting medicine. In the future, the young master will be sick. I can decoct medicine for you and serve you with great pleasure."

Wang Ping'an smiled and said, "Do you still want me to get sick in the future?"

Ding Danruo suddenly became anxious: "No, I have no intention of this!"

"Just kidding, don't cry!" Wang Ping'an made a joke over the top. The little girl couldn't afford to make such jokes, and hurriedly said: "Okay, it's almost dawn, go to bed!"

The little girl then agreed, blowing out the candlelight and going to sleep in the outer room.

The next morning, Wang Youcai and Yang came and ordered the servants to set up a table of clear porridge and side dishes to accompany their son to have breakfast. Wang Ping'an asked Cheng Jisheng, and Yang snorted and said, "It was too late last night, and my mother was inconvenient to come out. I was angry for a long time. Today, I went to the guest room as soon as it dawns, and I scolded him very much. This old charlatan has caused my son to suffer so much. I won't say who he says."

Wang Ping'an said: "Why is this mother? Mr. Cheng may be not good at treating dysentery, and he has good medical ethics. He was left to the city to see me in the middle of the night. Such a character is worthy of giving me."

Yang patted the back of his hand and smiled, "My son said yes, that's good. I'll see him next time, so I won't scold you."

Two more days later, Wang Ping'an took the medicine on time and his condition improved. On the fourth day, the symptoms of dysentery were completely eliminated and his body recovered. He was able to take a walk in the yard. He only needed to take a few more days to run and jump freely.

Wang Youcai and Yang were both overjoyed and discussed, and sent someone to send invitations to invite neighbors and have a big banquet for guests.

After receiving the invitation, his relatives and friends came to the door. Wang Youcai was extravagant and invited the guests happily. During the meal, he prescribed a prescription to cure his illness. He also diagnosed with Cheng Divine Doctor late at night, which made Cheng Divine Doctor speechless and yelled. In order to elevate his son, he called Cheng Jisheng the miracle doctor again. If his son could diagnose and beat the miracle doctor, wouldn't his son become the miracle doctor among the miracle doctors? And he himself became the father of the miracle doctor among the miracle doctors!

But few relatives and friends believe this. After all, Jishengtang people will not say such things. Only the Wang family said this. A sick man can prescribe good medicine and even overwhelmed the famous Hsinian doctor in Xuzhou. It would be fine to listen to this. Who can believe it? If the Wang boy is really so powerful, will he have been sick since he was a child?

After two days of chaos, Wang Ping'an did not come out to accompany the guests, but just studied in the study. The memories of Mr. Wang once brought him a lot of advantages. At least he wrote beautiful small calligraphy very well, and he could memorize most books. It seems that Mr. Wang once lived for more than ten years, and he spent all of them to memorize them all, and then he took advantage of them all.

After the days calmed down, Yang saw that Wang Ping'an was as healthy as one day, so he told him that he would take him to Baota Temple to fulfill his vow tomorrow. A few days ago, he was sick, Yang asked the gods to worship Buddha, and went to Baota Temple to ask Buddha for blessing. Now Wang Ping'an is indeed cured and will prescribe his own prescription. According to common sense, this is absolutely impossible, so he can only explain it with the blessing of God and Buddha. Therefore, Yang wanted to take Wang Ping'an to fulfill his vow and add more incense and oil to the temple so that the gods and Buddhas can continue to bless his son.

Although Wang Ping'an did not believe in gods and Buddhas, he was willing to go out for a walk. He had been in the Tang Dynasty for a while, but he had never seen the prosperity of the Zhenguan rule. He could go out for a walk, which was exactly what he wanted.

Attachment: Angelica wolfberry tea (blood-enriching medicinal diet)

Raw materials: 3g angelica, 9g wolfberry, 9g red dates.

Method: Put angelica, yeast and red dates into a pot, pour 500ml of water, and cook for 10 minutes.
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