Jun Jiuling

After August 15th, it seemed that the sky became cold in the blink of an eye.

One autumn rain and one cold, after a few autumn rains, people walking on the street put on jackets, walked quickly with their shoulders hunched in the drizzle, the shops on the street looked a bit lonely, and the guys were all idle Sitting and standing chatting, someone ran past in a hurry on the street, obviously came out in a hurry, didn't even bring an umbrella and rain cloth, just ran past like that.

"Isn't this Dr. Li from the Renshan Hall in the north of the city?" A guy leaning against the door said, somewhat surprised, "Where are you going in such a hurry?"

"It must be going to Jiulingtang." The other guy said without looking up.

"It's strange now. Not many people go to Jiulingtang for medical treatment, but there are many doctors." The clerk leaning against the door said tut-tsk.

"Whoever told Jiu Lingtang to say is right." The guys inside said.

It's only been two months since Jiu Lingtang declared that she only treats diseases that other doctors can't cure. There has been a new interpretation, and it is no longer the arrogance that makes people feel arrogant and indignant.

The doctor in Jiulingtang, whose clothes and hair were all wet, was out of breath, looking embarrassed and nervous.

"Miss Jun." He didn't care to wipe the rain from his face, and said eagerly, "Can I cure this disease?"

"Which one?" Miss Jun asked.

Many people came to her for consultation and were rejected. After the rejection, she would say that other doctors would be optimistic, but she would not specify which doctor it was, so the people who consulted would choose their own doctor.

When the selected doctor heard that Miss Jun had seen it, he would not be the same as before.

They will take this patient seriously, treat them if they can, and they will not feel humiliated when they feel at a loss. At first, everyone will quietly come to Jiulingtang to ask Miss Jun for advice. Later, they found out that they were not the only doctor who did this. Just don't cover it up.

Hearing Miss Jun's question, the doctor calmed down and explained the patient's symptoms.

"I haven't cured this kind of disease before." He said frankly, "This patient just happened to be sent to me. I dare not refuse the diagnosis, so I come to ask Miss Jun for advice. If I really can't cure it, I hope Jun Miss can tell this patient and ask them to hire Gao Ming."

Miss Jun looked at him and smiled.

"How did you treat it before? What do you think about this disease?" she asked.

The doctor was a little nervous, as if he was facing a master's question when he was an apprentice, although he had been a teacher for more than ten years.

He contemplated for a moment, and then told his previous prescriptions and ideas.

"But they haven't been cured." He said, with a bit of frustration, and a bit of hope in his eyes.

He has studied a lot of medical prescriptions, but there is no way. Of course, there are doctors who can cure them, but the skills of doctors are against each other. A doctor's prescription will not be shown to another doctor, let alone the specific diagnosis and treatment of the disease. .

But now it's different, there's a chance.

Since what happened to old doctor Feng two months ago, even though the doctors in the city didn't say anything, they became alert in their hearts. This old doctor Feng must have been helped by Miss Jun, otherwise he wouldn't have become so talkative.

This happened more and more in the future, but those doctors who were approached by patients under the pretext that Miss Jun said that others could cure them finally cured these diseases.

These doctors have different levels of medical skills, but one thing they have in common is that they all went to see Miss Jun, and afterward, they all became more honest and respectful to Miss Jun like old doctor Feng.

Obviously, Miss Jun was really guiding the doctors.

I don't know if I can also be pointed out this time, after all, I can say that I can't face this disease at all.

This kind of teaching cannot be said to be pure instruction, but to teach skills.

Will she?

The doctor looked at Miss Jun.

Miss Jun turned her gaze away.

"Ah Si." She shouted.

Ah Si is the clerk of the store, and he said yes when he heard the words.

Is this going to see you off? The doctor looked a little embarrassed.

"Take this... doctor in and change into some clean clothes," Miss Jun said.

The doctor was taken aback, his face was reddish and he lowered his head to look at his clothes, it was not elegant to stick it wet on his body, he was facing a doctor, but he was also a little girl.

"Let's sit down and talk about this disease." Miss Jun said, reaching out to tap the table, "It may take a little longer to talk, you don't catch the cold in this dress."

The doctor was so excited that he didn't know what to say.

She didn't even know the origin of the doctor's name.

"Come with me." Ah Si said, leading the way ahead.

The doctor saluted Miss Jun no longer politely, and followed the shop assistant in. When he came out after changing into clean clothes and wiping his head and face, a cup of hot tea was already set up on the table opposite Miss Jun.

The doctor saluted again, sat down respectfully, held the cup of hot tea, feeling warm both physically and mentally.

"Just now you said that the medicine prescribed for this disease was Shudi Angelica..." Miss Jun said, writing down on the paper with a pen.

The doctor on the opposite side hurriedly put down his teacup and listened with a dignified expression.

Under the eaves on the opposite side of the street, Dr. Geng, wearing a bamboo hat, could see this scene through the window. He pressed down the bamboo hat, turned and walked away.

"Now the doctors all over the city are not angry with her saying that she can be cured, but proud of it."

"Everyone even expects her to say that she can be cured, because as long as she says, they will be cured, and if they can't be cured, she will let them be cured."

"Someone asked her why she did this, and she said that one doctor can treat one person, and a hundred medicines can help all people."

"It's not against the doctors in the whole city, it's not benevolent to look down on the common people, it's like being a Bodhisattva to save people."

Dr. Geng explained what happened in this paragraph one by one.

Jiang Youshu's face was gloomy.

How did this matter become like this?

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"It's not surprising that this matter has become like this."

At this time, the Jinyiwei of Beizhen Fusi were also reporting this matter.

"Other people become doctors to make a living, to make a living, and to earn money." A Jin Yiwei said expressionlessly, "but this Miss Jun is not."

"Yes, behind her is De Shengchang, who is neither short of money nor livelihood." Another Jin Yiwei said, "She only wants fame, not profit."

"Fame and fortune are a bondage to people, but if you only want fame and don't want profit, then this person is terrible, and he can pass on skills to save all living beings." The first Jin Yiwei said, "It's not like a Bodhisattva."

Hearing this, Jiang Baihu touched his chin.

Things turned out like this.

"This group of worthless doctors, I really can't count on them." He scolded.

The royal guards took a step forward.

"My lord, shall we do it?" they said.

Jiang Baihu waved his hand.

After all, the Fang family's affairs are a bit tricky.

"I'm going to ask Mr. Qianhu for instructions," he said.

When Jiang Baihu came to Lu Yunqi's place, he was stopped by the people at the door, and he gestured inside.

Jiang Baihu understood that this was a task arranged by Lu Yunqi.

Although they are all brocade guards, their missions are kept secret from each other.

Jiang Baihu waited for a short while, when the sound of footsteps came out, a few Jinyi guards came out, nodded to them outside the door as a greeting, and then left.

Lu Yunqi followed suit.

"My lord," Jiang Baihu said.

Lu Yunqi raised his hand to stop him, and left without saying a word.

Jiang Baihu stopped and watched Lu Yunqi walk away quickly.

"Is your excellency going to the palace?" he said. "What's the matter?"

Although Lu Yunqi's description has always been expressionless, showing no emotion, but after being with him for a long time, you can see some clues.

With just a glance, he could see the fluctuation in Lu Yunqi's eyes. He had only seen this kind of expression once, and that was the moment when Princess Jiuling was buried in the coffin.

Something must have happened, Jiang Baihu thought.

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Happy holidays.