Free-spirited Illegitimate Son

Those Qiuba came to see the doctor every now and then, and with Baiyao, their recovery speed was particularly amazing. The wounds that had been unhealed for a long time, after a dose of medicine, the wounds began to heal overnight, and anti-inflammation was the most important thing. Serious, because if the inflammation is not treated in time, it may be fatal. I don’t know how many people in the Haining Army had a small wound, and the wound festered. , leaving behind a lifelong disability.

Now that the reward money has been collected, it means that they are free to come to consult a doctor and change their medicines from time to time. Ye Chunqiu simply instructed them to do some simple things, and do what they can. There is nothing wrong with doing what you can.

These Qiubas were not happy at first, and some of them were irritable and blushed and wanted to reason with Ye Chunqiu, but Ye Chunqiu could only spread his hands. Sorry, I am too busy. In this case, you wait a little longer. Wait ten or eight days before you can change the dressing.

Ye Chunqiu has already learned how to deal with these Qiu Ba, and his attitude must not be soft. If you are softer, they will go to the house to expose the tiles. On the contrary, their attitude is tough, and they are well-behaved and sensible.

Of course, the most important thing is that I am Zhao Qianhu's savior. Zhao Qianhu is still recuperating in the hospital, and his condition has improved a lot. His family members came to thank him with hens and eggs. The scene was very touching.The other factor is probably because Qiu Ba and the others didn't dare to go too far. Once Ye Chunqiu turned his back on him, it would be difficult for him to talk about any fractures or stab wounds in the future.

Hainingwei designated medical treatment center, this sign is much louder than any miracle doctor.After all, no one in Ningbo knows that Haining Guard is a professional doctor, and most troublemakers are armed with knives. If they dare to treat their illnesses, they must either be not afraid of death, or they must be serious doctors. People can't fault it.

Now that someone is at his beck and call, the work of decocting and pounding medicine will naturally be handed over to others. Ye Chunqiu has some free time, so he practices calligraphy in the side room. He spreads out the paper, concentrates, and writes a thousand words. It was a thick stack, and it took a lot of hard work, calligraphy practice was second, but the content of the writing was mostly the summary of the medical principles of traditional Chinese medicine by later generations, and some prescriptions sorted out by later generations.

People in this era are not broad-minded, and Chinese medicine is too complicated, so the materials compiled by later generations are extremely useful for my uncle. In addition, later generations have scientific clinical tests, which leads to some useless prescriptions of this era. Pick it out, so that uncle can avoid some detours.

Taking advantage of this time, I can write some, and let this uncle learn and comprehend by himself in the future. After all, my uncle still has a foundation and knows a little about medical theory. What I am writing now is for doctors of this era. It is said that it is nothing less than the Sunflower Collection in martial arts novels.

Uh... No need to cut JJ's Sunflower Collection.

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Wang's House in Yiyong Lane, Nanjing.

Wang Anxing, the head of the palace of the palace, hurriedly took the letter, and when the master came back from duty and just sat down in the study, he went to report: "Master, there is a letter from Ningbo."

In the past, Wang An would not be so rash.

Wang Hua governed the family very strictly, and any relatives or servants in the house who violated the rules would be severely punished.

A few days ago, for some reason, the master always didn’t think about tea and food, and he lost weight. He came to ask himself several times, whether there were letters from Ningbo, but there were letters from Ningbo, and they were sent from some old houses. letters, and occasionally private greetings from some local officials, but the master just curled his lips when he read it, still depressed.

Wang An was also a little confused, what's wrong with the master, so whenever there was a letter from Ningbo, he sent it in a hurry.

Wang Hua's eyebrows sank. Is it another letter from Ningbo?He put down the book in his hand and said casually, "Who gave it to you?"

"It didn't come from a delivery shop, but I don't know who it is."

A different meaning flashed across Wang Hua's eyes. He stroked his beard and immediately understood that the transmission shop was a part of the Daming post system, and was mainly responsible for the transmission of official documents. Naturally, almost all officials Sending some private letters will also use the delivery shop to pass the book, which is not regarded as favoritism at the moment, but has become a fashion. For example, even if Wang Hua's family in Ningbo sends letters to Nanjing, they still go through the delivery shop.

Most of the people Wang Hua associates with are Confucian scholars, officials and gentry, and most of these people have the right to use the delivery shop, so who sent this letter?Obviously, this is self-explanatory.

Ye Chunqiu, Ye Chunqiu, that Huang Ziyi said that you are smart, but looking at it now, you are not smart. The old man sent you a letter, but you are good. It took a month before he replied slowly; what a madman kid.

Wang Hua said: "Bring this old man to have a look."

After taking the letter, he cut open the envelope with a scissors, and when he took it out, Wang Hua was immediately disappointed. There was no chess map, nor were there any discussions about the endgames. It was just a casual greeting. Of course, the tone was very respectful. First, Here is a sentence of respect from the princes, and at the end, a sentence is added, and the students kowtow.

The attitude is very good, people can't fault it.

It's just... there was no discussion of chess skills at all.

Wang Hua's face darkened. Even though he is a dignified official from Nanjing, he is still at the top of the list. You kid, are you really stupid or just pretending to be stupid.Fake stupid?This is impossible, this kid should not dare to play tricks on his head, then he is really stupid.

Fortunately, Huang Ziyi also praised this kid to the sky, oh, a few days ago he was also the first in the court examination, this, Wang Hua knows a little bit, but he must be just a nerd, as the former No. Teacher, Wang Hua doesn't pay attention to the small court trial case at all. The reason why he is interested in Ye Chunqiu is chess on the one hand, and Huang Ziyi's boasting too much on the other hand. Touted as a monstrous boy.

But now, Wang Hua has lost the slightest interest, he is just a nerd, why bother with him, he can't see the old man's hints and tricks hidden in the letter, and he probably won't have any big achievements in the future.

Wang Hua casually put the letter aside and wanted to put it on the shelf, but in the blink of an eye, he suddenly realized something, and couldn't help muttering to himself: "It's strange!"

He picked up the letter again, and couldn't help reading it again, with a trace of doubt on his face.

Why is Ye Chunqiu's handwriting somewhat similar to his own handwriting? When he thought about it, he immediately searched for clues in the handwriting. It really is so. Almost every word's beginning and ending clearly have traces of imitation.

Everyone's handwriting is different, it is impossible for Ye Chunqiu to have the same habit as himself.

The only possibility is that this guy is copying his own running script.

This person's handwriting seems to have been done with effort, but it is still a bit stiff. Although it is similar to my running script, the charm is far behind.

"What is this nerd... what is he going to do?" Wang Hua muttered to himself, a little puzzled, but soon, he opened his eyes, couldn't help shaking his body slightly, and blurted out: "Is he so brazen?"

This is a rhetorical question, but it is actually an affirmative sentence.