HCB Chapter 73 The Root of Disease
Chapter 73 The Root of Disease
Wang Jinyi knew clearly that Chen Zhiyuan wanted to take the responsibility for her:
"Give me the bag, can you still walk?"
During the sophomore vacation, the two decided to travel around China based on its geology and landforms, and the amazing sights came to them:
Strange karst landforms, strange peaks and rocks, karst caves and valleys, mysterious underground rivers...
The bright and beautiful Danxia landform, after the red conglomerate weathered, the peaks, stone pillars and cliffs all formed wind erosion lines like colorful clouds, and the open scenery made people feel relaxed and happy...
Hey?! What? The scenery in front of me has changed.
The cold wind from the glacier blew, and Chen Zhiyuan walked in front, going farther and farther.
Wang Jinyi hurriedly chased after him and grabbed Chen Zhiyuan's hand. This time she finally caught him...
At this time, Doctor Zheng, who was taking Wang Jinyi's pulse, was carefully feeling the changes in the patient's pulse between breaths, and the three pulses of Cun, Guan and Chi were dialectically consistent.
Wang Jinyi suddenly sat up in shock and grabbed Doctor Zheng's hand.
Shouting:
"Don't go, don't go, don't go."
Before her daughter could finish her cry, her mother rushed over, hugged her daughter, pressed her face tightly against Wang Jinyi's, and kept repeating,
"Mother is here, here, mother won't leave, mother won't leave."
By the time Doctor Zheng and everyone in the room reacted, the mother and daughter were hugging each other tightly, and everyone stood up and walked to the bedside.
But Wang Jinyi was not actually awake. She closed her eyes tightly and held Zheng Langzhong's hand tightly, even digging it out to bleed.
Grandmother Wu turned around and said to Qing'er,
"Come here, help the lady."
Everyone moved away from the bed. Qing'er walked quickly to the bed, leaned over and grabbed the young lady's hand, trying to free Doctor Zheng's hand, but she didn't dare to use too much force for fear that the young lady would be seriously injured.
Qing'er called repeatedly,
"Miss, Miss, there are flowers, there are flowers, let's go get a flower."
Wang Jinyi seemed to understand and relaxed the strength in her hands slightly. Qing'er pried Wang Jinyi's hands apart little by little and began to massage the young lady's hands. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
Grandfather coughed lightly.
"Let's talk in the main hall."
He glanced at his old wife.
"Take good care of the children. We are going to the front first. If there is anything, please send someone to pass on the message."
Grandfather led Old Lady Zheng and Doctor Zheng out of the west room, and Zheng Yan, the little medicine boy in front of the door, followed closely behind the family.
Father Wang Shuli waited for everyone to leave, hesitated for a moment, walked back to the bed, gently stroked his daughter's head with pity, and patted his wife silently. He glanced at his mother, hesitant to say anything:
"Mother, you have suffered a lot."
Mrs. Wu looked at her second son. His already slender figure looked even thinner. There was a dark spot under his eyes, and his eyes were full of bloodshot. She sighed softly:
"Come on, don't strain yourself! Go quickly, I'm afraid your father is waiting for you in the main hall."
"Father," Wang Shuli bowed and walked out quickly.
In the main hall of the front yard, servants were serving tea.
Old Imperial Physician Zheng, Doctor Zheng and little Zheng Yan sat on the left, with grandfather sitting respectfully on the right.
The grandfather glanced at his second son who came in, and after they sat down, there was no extra greeting.
Before my grandfather could ask, Dr. Zheng spoke first.
"Do you see any new changes in the child's pulse?" asked Old Doctor Zheng, looking at his son.
"Pavilion Master, father, before I came here, I read the medical records that your father wrote down for your young lady two days ago. The medical records recorded that this illness caused a high fever and a strong pulse."
Doctor Zheng stood up and saluted:
"Master, I would like to ask, has the young lady ever experienced a similar situation before?"
My father looked at everyone present.
"Three months ago, my daughter was at a temple to worship and her carriage had an accident. After she came back, she also had a high fever and fell into a deep sleep, but she was not as she is today."
"May I ask if you had any fever while you were sleeping? How many days did you sleep? Is there any medical record?"
"Well, it was the palace doctor who wrote the prescription. The family medical records should still be there. I'll send someone to get them now."
After saying this, my father stood up and went out.
Doctor Zheng continued.
"From the pulse, the high fever has subsided and will not recur, but the young lady does not seem to be in a coma or convulsion caused by a simple high fever."
Doctor Zheng glanced at his father and urged him,
"For the sake of curing the disease, you can speak openly."
Then he asked again,
"Master Wang, do you think this is the truth?"
My grandfather, who had been listening attentively to Doctor Zheng's analysis of the condition, nodded in agreement.
"Exactly. Please speak frankly."
Doctor Zheng continued,
"From the pulse, it looks more like the pulse of a person who thinks too much. He thinks too much and has a knot in his heart. He still needs to untie the knot in his heart, so as not to leave the root of the disease. He still needs to relieve himself more after this illness."
This is all Doctor Zheng said, and his meaning was clear: the child is worried and the high fever will easily cause drowsiness, which may not be good in the long run.
Grandfather nodded.
Father Wang Shuli returned to the main hall. Grandfather looked at his young second son and thought about his little granddaughter who was less than 4 years old:
Oh, I really don’t know where the knot in such a young child comes from!
Looking back, I still have some doubts about the soul-stirring remarks made a few days ago that “literature is a matter of eternity”, and I can’t help but feel worried.
Zheng Yan, the medicine boy who came with Old Doctor Zheng, was listening carefully to the dialectical analysis of the symptoms with his lips tightly pursed, fearing to miss any point.
At this time, outside the main hall, Wang Wendong had just returned home from school. Seeing the light in the main hall, he walked over and heard Doctor Zheng think that Wang Jinyi's illness was due to his many worries.
I am already 7 years old, but I am not as smart as my sister, nor as successful as her. I am not even as broad-minded as her. A few days ago, I was a little jealous and angry, and secretly competed with my sister.
This time, his sister fell ill after going out. Wang Wendong blamed himself a little, thinking that he was not like a brother and was too stingy.
My father was right. Everyone has their own strengths. They are just different. Why should I be jealous of my sister? I really went too far. I listened silently at the door for a while. When I saw my father's servant Wang Bing coming back with the medical records, he walked into the backyard along the corridor.
Doctor Zheng carefully read Wang Jinyi's medical record from three months ago, and then submitted it to Old Doctor Zheng. Based on the two medical records, the two of them carefully wrote a prescription.
While waiting for the servant to come back with the medicine, the two families sat together and started chatting about Wang Jinyi's condition. Doctor Zheng inadvertently said:
"Master, I heard that the author of Journey to the West and Ode to the Knight-errant is a son of your family. I wonder which son of your family it is."
Grandfather Wang Minzhang smiled modestly:
"Your patient."
The Zheng family, from the old doctor Zheng to the doctor Zheng, and then to the little medicine, Tong Zhengyan exclaimed almost at the same time.
"what?"
.. "who?"
"what?"
"Well, it was your patient, the child who wrote it."
Doctor Zheng sighed,
"I originally thought it was a casual vernacular story written by Shu Yan, but then I thought about how he had been publishing travelogues and current affairs books since he traveled and studied. So I wanted to verify it, but I didn't expect it to be written by a little girl."
The little medicine boy Zheng Yan asked in surprise:
"Is she a child? How could she have written the evil monk in 'Red Star Over China'?"