Chapter 42 Chapter 42: Avoiding Anger

The voice from behind the screen was cold and sharp, like a biting cold wind that made Long Baiyue's cheeks ache.She froze on the spot, her hands and feet were cold, and she recalled the owner of the voice—Ms. He? Sitting behind the screen was Mrs. He. She and the official wife of Dr. Yan Fu Xuanzheng were sisters, and she often came to visit her younger sister and the newly widowed niece and daughter-in-law.Today, Long Baiyue came to Yan's mansion with Master Qian for a visit. She avoided behind the screen and recognized Long Baiyue after a while. This lowly woman has changed her attire, which is different from the vulgar one in Fireworks Lane. Now she is wearing a court lady's plain narrow-sleeved blouse and long skirt. Unforgettable, otherwise her dirty hands will touch Zhong'er.

Lord Qian glanced at the pale-faced Long Baiyue, turned his head and glanced at the screen, and said calmly to Long Baiyue: "Forget it, you stand behind me." Long Baiyue hastily retreated behind Master Qian, and lowered her head in embarrassment.Master Qian didn't say much, and asked the maid on the side for a pen and paper, and hurriedly wrote down a prescription: "Take the medicine according to this prescription, and take it every day..." Before Mr. Qian finished speaking, Mrs. He's voice sounded from behind the screen again: "Master Qian, may I trouble you to show the prescription to my family first."

At the same time, a timid voice sounded from behind the screen: "Auntie..." "Don't worry about it." Mrs. He's voice was still undeniably cold. Lord Qian looked at the screen again, without even frowning, casually passed the prescription in his hand to the maid beside him: "Present the prescription to Madam." The maid walked into the screen with the prescription, and after a while, Mrs. He spoke again—this time in a disapproving tone: "Gypsum soup? Mr. Qian, isn't this prescription too simple and make do?" "Just now when the young master was crying, the lower officials heard that he was coughing and wheezing, and the pulse condition and complexion showed that the cause was heat in the body. Gypsum soup is the most suitable for clearing the fire and relieving asthma."

"Clear fire and relieve asthma? Zhong'er's symptom is vomiting and diarrhea. This is obviously a cold, and the previous imperial physician also said so." "Young Master's body is very hot, and his spleen has been damaged. If he continues to follow the previous prescription, he may not even be able to pass stool." Master Qian explained patiently. The voice behind the screen pondered for a while, and finally rejected Lord Qian's prescription: "Your Excellency's thoughts are completely opposite to those of the imperial physicians the day before yesterday. Those imperial physicians are also experienced veterans of the Medical Officer Bureau. I cannot let Zhong'er take this risk."

What's more, there was a reason why Madam He didn't say it - she actually brought an unclean woman to the Hell House, which made her unacceptable in the first place, and therefore she would not stand on Lord Qian's side. Master Qian turned his head to look at the doll on the bed, and frowned somewhat unbearably.At this time, the baby suddenly coughed and wheezed, her little face was flushed, and then she began to cry in pain.Immediately behind the screen came the creaking sound of the stool moving, the rubbing sound of the cloth breaking free from some kind of shackles, and the woman's panting in panic.After a while, a woman finally staggered and ran out of the screen.

"Zhong'er..." The woman, dressed as a widow, rushed forward with tears all over her face, and hugged the child on the head of the bed, "Mother is the only one left, if you have troubles, what can I do... " "Li'er, you've broken the rules!" Mrs. He was annoyed behind the screen, "It's not proper to show your face in public...Master Qian, you should avoid it for now." "Madam doesn't need this medicine, and I have to find an official to treat it in two days." Master Qian sighed, stood up and led Long Baiyue out of the room.

"My lord..." Long Baiyue murmured behind Master Qian, looking back in embarrassment, "Is that child okay?" "It doesn't matter, the disease of wealth." Master Qian snorted coldly, straightened his back and walked out, "What did you observe just now?" "That child?" Long Baiyue was stunned for a moment, bit her lip and shook her head, "I didn't dare to take a closer look... It's embarrassing to patronize..." "Hmph, then you are still unqualified." Master Qian walked out of Hell's mansion, grabbed his sleeves and climbed into the carriage by himself.

Long Baiyue hurriedly stepped forward to support him: "Sir, slow down." "Why do you help me well? I don't need your help." The men and women couldn't tell whether to accept or not, Master Qian wanted to wave Long Baiyue's hand away with an unhappy expression on his face. "My lord's left side is obviously inconvenient, so don't force it." Long Baiyue also stubbornly refused to give in. Master Qian was stunned when he heard the words, and stopped struggling for a while, and obediently let Long Baiyue help himself into the car.After the two of them got into the carriage and sat down firmly, the boy whipped his whip twice, groaned a few times, and slowly drove the carriage forward.In the carriage, Lord Qian and Long Baiyue didn't speak. After a long silence, Lord Qian spoke again: "Your eyes are poisonous... No one has seen it before."

Long Baiyue smiled: "In the future, my lord, don't say that the servant is unqualified. The servant didn't observe the child carefully just now because he was angry." "Then you are still unqualified." Master Qian still tilted his face up and shook his head. Out of the corner of his eyes, he caught sight of Long Baiyue's unconvinced frown, and then said again, "Doctors should not care about other people's likes and dislikes, let alone their own likes and dislikes." "How can this be done?" Long Baiyue is not a person with a calm heart. If she is asked to treat someone she hates—such as the prime minister, she won't be called Long Baiyue if she doesn't drop half a catty of arsenic!

"Of course it has to be done. Affected by personal emotions, he loses his composure and objectivity. He is not worthy of being called a doctor." Lord Qian looked at Long Baiyue's lively and unruly face, quite disapprovingly: "Wen Zhi, a famous doctor in the Warring States in the past, deliberately humiliated him in front of the imperial court." Sheng Jia, who provoked King Qi to yell and cured him of depression, was eventually ordered by King Qi to be thrown into a cauldron to be cooked to death. Do you have such an awareness?" Long Baiyue shuddered when she heard it, she had never thought about it too much before, how did she know that practicing medicine would be so dangerous?

"Fu Sheng, the former ruler of the Qin Dynasty, ate too many jujubes, which made his spleen and stomach uncomfortable. Cheng Yan, the imperial physician, told the truth. Fu Sheng was narrow-minded and said angrily, 'You are not a sage, and you know how to eat jujubes.' He beheaded Cheng Yan and abandoned the market. Companion to a king is like companion to a tiger, if you keep yourself safe, you can't protect yourself, and if you mix in likes and dislikes, your fate will be even more at stake." "The servant thinks that in such a situation, it is better to be more tactful and flexible." If the master is so evil and behaves honestly, isn't he seeking his own death?Educate her with such examples, she will not be able to be calm and objective. "Hey, people have to be smart, but they can't pretend to be smart. Chun Yuyan, the female imperial physician who poisoned the empress of Emperor Xuan of Han Dynasty; Mr. Qian was tired of talking, and while closing his eyes to rest his mind, he murmured in a sad voice, "Get off the horse and drink your wine, and ask you where you are. If you are not satisfied with your words, you will return to Nanshan. But don't ask again, Baiyun Endless time... oh... In the final analysis, what is the meaning of this muddy water, I still have to..." Before he finished speaking, Lord Qian's face turned pale. He pressed his stomach, and his left hand and foot began to convulse. The pain made cold sweat the size of soybeans roll down his forehead.Long Baiyue panicked and wanted to step forward to help him, but Mr. Qian blocked her hand.Master Qian panted heavily and gritted his teeth: "It's okay, it will be fine after a while." "Do you want to invite another imperial doctor to see?" Long Baiyue suggested anxiously, "This servant just found out that the lord is incapacitated..." "Don't worry about it," Lord Qian interrupted her, "I have paralysis, and no one can cure it." Zhou Bi is a terminal illness, and Long Baiyue was startled when she heard it: "What should I do?" After the pain subsided, Mr. Qian lay down in the carriage as if he had been pardoned, and stretched out his body prostratedly: "Dr. Long, please massage the old man's left knee." Long Baiyue obediently obeyed her orders, and when she massaged Master Qian, her thoughts wandered, and she thought of Zi Mian: "My lord, can I recommend someone to you? He probably has a way..." "Who?" "Master Zimian." "Him?" Master Qian opened his eyes and snorted coldly, "He has always been on good terms with the Medical Officer Bureau, but this time when he reported the matter of the soil rain in the court, the old man really knew that he was different from me - he did not conspire with each other. .” Zi Mian has never mentioned this matter to Long Baiyue, but she has also heard it a little bit. Of course, Long Baiyue wants to defend him: "As for Tu Yu's explanation, Master Zi Mian must be fair and straightforward. I don't think he will stand Prime Minister's side." How the prime minister treated Zi Mian, only she knows. "Naive." Lord Qian spit out two words disapprovingly. "I..." Long Baiyue didn't know how to persuade Mr. Qian, but was disturbed by the two words he said.She doesn't know how complicated it can be, she only cares about Zi Mian - will he compromise with the prime minister? No, she doesn't care about this, she just needs to trust him.No matter how the world changes, she only needs to know that her Zi Mian is gentle, careful and kind, and that is enough.Long Baiyue still wanted to help Mr. Qian, but he raised his hand to dismiss him: "Get out of the car, get out of the car, you've already arrived in another hospital. Don't say any more, I'll pick you up in two days before you go to Hell's Mansion." .” Long Baiyue was dumbfounded when she was kicked out of the carriage by Master Qian, she watched the carriage go away in a daze, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.Mr. Qian is really a stubborn old man. The nightmarish experience of the Yan Mansion made Long Baiyue understand that it is not so easy for her to reborn.If you want to break the prejudice of ethics, you can only rely on time and your own efforts to slowly gain the approval of others.But Yan's Mansion... Hey, can she stop going? She's so scared, she really doesn't want to face that knife-like cold-blooded voice again.As long as Long Baiyue was free these two days, she kept praying in her heart that the young master of the Hell Mansion would recover without medicine. The reality is of course the opposite. Two days later, Long Baiyue still had to climb into Mr. Qian's carriage with a bitter face.Master Qian smiled confidently at her in the carriage: "Let's go to Hell's Mansion, this time I'm sure they will take my advice." Long Baiyue carefully looked at Mrs. Qian's face, but she couldn't find a trace of gloating, which made her sigh in her heart, what an upright and pure person she must be to be able to devote herself to medicine like this.Can she do this?Long Baiyue reflected in her heart, she admired her and could only despise herself helplessly - she had always lived too freely, with clear grievances and grievances, and she had to cultivate from scratch if she wanted the concentration like a rich man. When they arrived at Yan's Mansion, they realized that Young Master Yan was dying of illness.This time the female relatives did not evade, which shows the seriousness of the situation.Long Baiyue entered the room and looked around, besides the new widow she met that day, there were also two elderly ladies surrounded by maids.The two ladies have similar facial features and are well maintained, so there is no difference in age, but one of them has sharper eyes, and looks at Long Baiyue with hostility - Long Baiyue guesses that she is Mrs. He. Not to mention, when He Lingyun's face stinks, he really looks like his mother - whether it's the raised eyebrows or the thin lips, Long Baiyue doesn't like it.Hey, no, no, she must be objective and fair, Long Baiyue took a deep breath and began to practice... The newly widowed woman is the child's mother—Zhu Li, the young wife of Yan's Mansion. She has already cried so hard that she is supported by two maids.Mr. Qian took a look at her, then turned his head and patted the sick child: "Well, it's not what I expected. Doctor Long, you also come over to have a look." Long Baiyue flinched, and looked back at Mrs. He in fear. Seeing that she kept her face cold and silent this time, she just stepped forward and touched the child's forehead and wrist.Long Baiyue whispered what she saw to Mr. Qian, and the first visit turned out that there were not many mistakes, which made Mr. Qian nodded slightly. Master Qian still prescribed gypsum soup, and the prescription was taken down by the maid smoothly, and the medicine was picked up and decocted step by step.After drinking the tea and receiving the reward, Lord Qian couldn't help but look at Zhu Li, the pale and lifeless young lady, before leaving, hesitated for a moment, and invited Madam Yan to talk. "Young Madam stared blankly, her expression was sluggish and dull, pale and weak. I am afraid that she has a heart disease that cannot be cured, please pay more attention to Madam." Master Qian reminded. Mrs. Yan sighed, and shed tears: "My son Jun Chong's fate is unlucky, Xia Tian was killed in the north, and this child has also suffered. Now I send her to relatives' houses every day to relax, but the depression is not getting better." "Heart medicine also needs to be right to the symptoms..." Master Qian was also helpless, and it was inconvenient to say more. Mrs. He, who was by Mrs. Yan's side, snorted coldly at this moment: "How is it right? Do you want her to remarry? It's not proper..." Mrs. Yan hastily pushed Mrs. He, implying her to keep silent: "Sister... Li'er is still in the room." Mrs. He stopped talking, turned around and walked into the room coldly, leaving Mrs. Yan alone to greet Mr. Qian in embarrassment.When Long Baiyue left with Master Qian, she couldn't help but glance back at the room, and saw the young master lying on the bed and sleeping, and the young lady Zhu Li who was sitting blankly at the side saw Mrs. He walking towards her, couldn't help but yelled Called aunt, crying pale and fell into Mrs. He's arms. "If a woman loses her husband, she has no life..." Mrs. Qian sat in a daze in the carriage, "This is called a widow. What should we doctors do for those who believe that they only need to die? Seeing them a little oily Even if the lights are exhausted, even if our medical skills are boundless, we don't know who we lost to..." In the face of etiquette, rules, and morality, he couldn't come up with a prescription... In desperation, Lord Qian's heart suddenly twisted, and his internal organs began to tingle again.He grunted in pain, and fell down in the compartment sweating profusely, his left limb twisted in a sickly spasm. At this time, Long Baiyue raised the window curtains of the car, and shouted to the boy driving the horse: "Go to Master Zimian's mansion." "What are you doing..." Mr. Qian struggled and gritted his teeth to resist - he had not given Mrs. Zi Mian a good face for many days, and it would be embarrassing to beg him at this time. Long Baiyue climbed by the car window, looked back at Master Qian's awkward eyes, and grinned: "Doctors should not care about other people's likes and dislikes, let alone their own likes and dislikes. My lord, you are unqualified..."