Huide's fat and white face suddenly showed a look of embarrassment and said, "Amitabha, I am really not good at prescribing medicine, so I can only prescribe the prescription according to the book. Maybe, maybe I really prescribed the wrong medicine, right?"

He was humble in his mouth, but that was not the case. As the host of Baota Temple, this temple is a Buddhist holy land with the purpose of curing diseases and saving people. How could he not prescribe prescriptions? Although he is fat and has big ears and versatile words, he is not inferior to the doctors in the city. He is just a little weak in treating difficult and complicated diseases. His junior brother did not have a common disease.

Yang looked at her son and shouted: "Son, go see the junior brother of the presidency and curing him is a kind act!" She was full of confidence in her son. Although she was very blind and could not tell any truth, she just thought that everything was fine for her son and nothing could be done to him.

Wang Ping'an grinned and said to himself: "My mother, the patient hasn't watched him yet, so I'll treat him as a miracle doctor. You guys blow it yourself. Don't blow it, just treat it as the truth!"

Huide saw that Wang Ping'an was not old, and the profession of doctors was the older he was, the more valuable he was. At such a young age, I was afraid he wouldn't know anything. Even if I had read a medical book, what would I do? I have read dozens of them!

Thinking of this in my heart, my face was surprised and happy, and said, "If the donor Wang is willing to take action to treat him, then my junior brother will be saved. I would like to thank you for your junior brother!" He saluted Wang Ping'an solemnly.

Yang was so excited that he stopped eating. He stood up and urged: "Hurry, my son will go and treat the monk from the capital. Hurry up and cure him quickly. Let's go home quickly!"

Wang Ping'an had to get up and nodded in agreement, but he was unsure.

Huide led the way forward and led the two out of the back hall and walked towards Talin. Halfway through the way, she saw the little girl Ding Danruo running over. She had been waiting outside. Seeing Yang and Wang Ping'an coming out, she naturally came to serve.

The group entered the pagoda forest and saw another hall in the forest. Many craftsmen outside the hall were doing work, carving Buddha statues with wood. Wang Ping'an looked at them a few times when he passed by and sighed in his heart that the temple is indeed very rich. The wood carving Buddha statues is actually the best sandalwood. Just looking at these woods, I am afraid that it will be worth a lot of money.

Not long after walking, I left the Tallinn and entered a bamboo forest. There was a small Zen room in the forest with doors and windows closed. I guess Huizheng, who came from Chang'an, lived here.

When he arrived at the door, Huide did not knock on the door, and creaked, pushed the door directly into the door. Wang Ping'an looked inside and saw a young monk in the room sitting cross-legged on a cushion, looking back at them. This monk was completely different from Huide. Huide had a fat head and big ears and gorgeous robes. The monk was only twenty-seven or eight years old, wearing only a gray monk's robe. He was very handsome and had a good temperament.

Yang entered the door and said, "This little master is pretty, it's a pity to be a monk!" She is almost sixty years old and speaks unscrupulously. She says whatever she wants. If she is a little rude, no one will blame her.

The young monk had no reaction, but Huide's fat face turned red and said, "The body, hair and skin are just skin." He touched his chin three layers and felt a little disappointed.

The young monk was Huizheng from Inspiration Temple. He was deaf and could not speak his lips. He didn't know what Yang was saying. He stood up, put his palms together, and chanted Amitabha Buddha, which was considered a greeting.

Hui Dedao: "This is my junior brother Huizheng. He has been ill for several days and can't hear anything."

Wang Ping'an stepped forward and clapped his hands, and asked, "Master Huizheng, can you hear it?"

Hui Zheng shook his head and said loudly: "I can't hear it. The little monk has deaf ears. How dare I ask the donor what he calls him?"

Yang said on the side: "It seems that he is really deaf, otherwise he wouldn't be so angry."

Wang Ping'an pulled Hui Zheng and sat down together. Seeing paper and pen on the small table next to him, Wang Ping'an picked up the pen and wrote: "I am Wang Ping'an, here to treat you."

Hui Zheng smiled and shook his head, saying, "The little monk is deaf because he is not sincere in serving the Buddha. He is not sick. Thank you for your kindness. Donor, you don't have to bother with the little monk!" The voice was still very loud. He was not talking intently, but when his ears couldn't hear the sound, the voice would naturally become louder.

Wang Ping'an picked up the pen and wrote: "What about your wind and cold?"

Huizheng said again: "So, thank you for your trouble. Please come back. The little monk will recite the Diamond Sutra three thousand times to atone for his sins." As he said that, he closed his eyes and mumbled to recite the sutra.

Wang Ping'an turned around and asked, "Master, your junior brother has committed something before? Otherwise, how could he atone for his sins?"

Huide smiled bitterly and said, "My junior brother has been converting to my Buddha since he was a child and is not very familiar with worldly affairs. He thought he got sick because of his insincereness in serving the Buddha, and it was not because he had done bad things before."

Wang Ping'an nodded, regardless of whether Hui Zheng wanted to do so, grabbed one hand, put his wrist on his wrist, and called the pulse. Hui Zheng opened his eyes and shook his head repeatedly, disagreed with what Wang Ping'an did.

"The pulse is floating and stringy, and it is indeed wind and cold!" Wang Ping'an said, if this disease is in modern times, it is an influenza, which is not very serious, but it can cause other diseases. He pinched Huizheng's cheeks, opened his mouth, looked at it, and said, "The tongue coating is gray and white, this is caused by the evil of the time blocking the Shaoyang meridian energy. Your deafness belongs to heat, and Shaoyang Jueyin has a lot of heat!"

Although Hui Zheng has a good temper, he doesn't want to be tricked by others. He waved his head and broke free from Wang Ping'an's hand and said, "The little monk is not a disease, and he doesn't want to take medicine anymore. Don't miss the little monk's homework!"

Yang said, "This little monk is really ungrateful. My son is kind to treat you, but you don't appreciate it."

Huide was surprised. Seeing Wang Ping'an's skillful technique and accurate diagnosis, he was a very experienced doctor. This experience cannot be learned from books. It must be practiced. Could it be that this little donor often treats people? He asked: "My little donor, my junior brother Wang, can it be cured?"

Wang Ping'an nodded and thought, "It's a bit difficult to cure, it takes some time!"

"If it can be cured, it will be done. If it takes time, I will prepare a meditation room for you. Please stay for a few more days..." Hui De was overjoyed when he heard that he could cure. This junior brother had a special status. It is said that it is very likely that he would take over the Inspiration Temple in the future, so he had to flatter him.

But before he finished speaking, he heard Wang Ping'an say: "The deafness can be cured in a quarter of an hour, but the wind and cold are difficult. It takes at least four doses of medicine in two days."

Huide was stunned and couldn't continue to say anything. He felt a pain in his nose. He was so angry that he was almost irritated. How could he not hurt? He was very angry. What kind of disease is deafness? What kind of disease is wind and cold? How can it be cured in a quarter of an hour? It takes two days for wind and cold. This is not nonsense, a monk!

If I were not a monk, I would have to use a bench to hit you in the head! Huide complained in his heart, but said, "This is a bit big. Don't joke with Donald Wang. The deafness can be cured in a quarter of an hour!" He smiled bitterly.

Wang Ping'an smiled and thought to himself: "It's not easy to be a host. He has to accompany him to have dinner and flatter him. Now he thinks I'm talking nonsense and has to smile!" He said: "There are silver needles in the temple, and I'll use them."

Although Huide didn't believe it at all, he still left the Zen room and took him a silver needle. However, Huizheng closed his eyes again and recited Buddhist scriptures on his own. Fortunately, he couldn't hear what Wang Ping'an said, otherwise he would have thought he was enjoying himself!

Yang said, "Son, this disease looks quite serious and you can't hear any sound. If it is not cured, let's leave, so as not to lose face!" She didn't care whether Hui Zheng could hear it, but instead cared about her son's face.

Wang Ping'an smiled and said, "It seems serious, but it is not the case. Mother doesn't have to worry, the son is well cured."

Ding Danruo looked at Wang Ping'an, then looked at Huizheng, and suddenly said, "Young Master, don't say that this disease is easy to treat, otherwise he will not accept your affection."

Wang Ping'an nodded and said, "This is right. I will scare them later."

Yang and Ding Danruo laughed out loud together!

Attached: White Tiger Soup

Source: "Treatise on Febrile Diseases".

Composition: 18 grams of Anaestheticum gypsum 30-45 grams (crumbled), 6 grams of licorice (roasted), 18 grams of japonica rice

Usage: Take 200 ml of warm 200 ml each time, three times a day.

Function: Clear heat and promote fluid.

Indications: Typhoid fever, Yangming heat is excessive, or warm disease is in the Qi division syndrome. It has strong heat, red face, thirst and drink, dry mouth and tongue, sweating, and strong pulse. It is now used in epidemic B encephalitis, epidemic encephalomenitis, lobular pneumonitis, summer heat, etc., which are heat in the Qi division.
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