Chapter 144: Children have a cold

Ouyang Li's face was changing at a speed that could be seen with the naked eye. It first turned red, then purple, and then the color turned dark and turned into a dark blue color! He grabbed the back collar of the man on the cushion and said viciously: "What are you saying, say it again, louder, let me hear it clearly!"

The man on the cushion was about forty years old. He was in his prime, and he was tall and very strong, weighing 180 or 90 kilograms! But even such a big man was picked up like a chicken by Ouyang Lixiang eagle!

Ouyang Li stretched out his arm, raised the man high, and went straight over his head, and shouted, "Don't just shout, speak!"

This man seemed a little confused just now, but was woken up by Ouyang Li's slap. He just said to him, "Maybe he just missed his son." This must have nothing to do with Ouyang Li, but a coincidence encountered a coincidence and happened to be in a hurry!"

The man was suddenly lifted up, unable to reach the sky or the ground. How could he not be afraid? Of course, he had to exclaim loudly. It was impossible to answer Ouyang Li's question. Besides, his back was facing Ouyang Li, even if he wanted to answer, he could not answer it!

"Don't be rude, let him go quickly!" Wang Ping'an shouted hurriedly.

Another voice sounded, and he was also in a very anxious tone: "How can the donor do this in front of the Bodhisattva? If you have something to say, please say it well!" The person who shouted was the old monk.

Ouyang Li snorted, he ignored what the old monk called, but he had to listen to Wang Ping'an's words. He let his hands loose and he heard a joke, ah, oh, ah, ah, ah, wow, a few sounds started one after another.

Pa, it was the man who fell to the ground; ah, it was him who was crying; oh, it was the two little girls who were surprised; oh, it was the old monk's exclamation; ah, it was Wang Ping'an shaking his head and sighing; wow, this is interesting, it scared the child brought by a pair of pilgrims next to him to cry!

Ouyang Li smiled at Wang Ping'an and said, "Master asked me to let him go, and I let him go!"

Wang Ping'an shook his head, stepped forward to support the man, and said, "Brother, didn't you break up?"

"I, me, what's wrong with me? Who are you?" The man grunted and crawled up, his eyes full of horror. He couldn't figure out why he suddenly ascended to the sky and then fell from the sky again!

Ding Danruo said, "You call our elder brother Ouyang son, of course he wants to make you sober!"

The man was very upset and said angrily: "It's outrageous. I don't know who is Brother Ouyang at all, let alone call him his son!"

Wang Ping'an sighed again, clasped his fists and bowed to him, and said, "A misunderstanding, the servant who is here just rude, I'm sorry, I'll apologize to you!"

Ouyang Li glared at the man and whispered: "It was the one he scolded first..."

The man was so scared that he shivered when he saw Ouyang Li's fierce appearance that he turned to look outside the hall. He saw that there were several burly men standing not far outside the hall, each of whom was full of fierce expressions. He was squinting his eyes to look at him, obviously in the same group as the "bad guy" in front of him. The man immediately lowered his head, rubbed his butt, and did not make any sound, and knelt back on the cushion, muttering, not knowing what he was saying, probably not good things.

They were fine, but the troubles of the pilgrims beside them came. The children they brought started crying and kept sobbing. Somehow, the pilgrims who looked like couples actually started crying together!

Wang Ping'an glared at Ouyang Li, look at you, you are all provoked by you, scaring the whole family of three to cry! Ouyang Li lowered his head and pressed his temple, thinking to himself: "Am I so scary? I always think I'm quite kind!"

Wang Ping'an walked up to the family, bent down, and said, "Sorry, my servant was too rude just now, which scared the child!" Seeing that the child was less than one year old, he was snuggling in his mother's arms, sobbing and crying.

He reached out and gently stroked the child's head, and Wang Ping'an said softly: "Touching the hair, I can't scare you... Well, this child's crying is wrong, there seems to be phlegm in his throat!"

The male pilgrim hurriedly said, "Young master, you are polite. This matter has nothing to do with you. It is because the child is sick, so he cried. The couple are worried about his illness, so they lose their composure. It really has nothing to do with you!"

Wang Ping'an said, "Are you sick? Come, let me see." He wanted to pull the child's hand, but when he saw the female pilgrim still holding the child, he refused to let go, he said, "It's better to hold him, I'll show him like that!" He took out one of the children's hands from the little quilt wrapped around the child.

The female pilgrim looked at her husband, but the male pilgrim was also at a loss, wondering whether she should believe Wang Ping'an. The old monk came over and asked, "Little donor, can you see a doctor? I still saw the Bodhisattva, so my wisdom suddenly became enlightened and was enlightened by the Bodhisattva..."

Wang Ping'an turned around and frowned and said, "I am not that great Buddha, and the Bodhisattva has never enlightened me. I just have a little knowledge of medical skills!"

The old monk chanted Amitabha and said, "The little donor has been enlightened by the Bodhisattva and has obtained medical skills and supernatural powers in front of the Bodhisattva. Even if it is just a little bit, it is enough!"

Ouyang Li and the two little girls curled their lips at the same time. Why is this old monk so persistent? He has to press Wang Ping'an on the Buddha's fate. Could it be that he can't accept his disciples? So he has to "tempt" him when he sees someone and has to become a monk for others?

Wang Ping'an ignored the old monk, took the pulse for the child, touched his forehead again, thinking: "This is a cold, but the cold of a child is different from adults, and it is much harder to cure!"

He touched the child's little face again and said, "No sweat, dry lips, and there seems to be phlegm in his throat when he hears the sound. The child is still runny and has a clear nose." He took out his handkerchief and wiped the child's little face clean. Then he said, "This is a sign of the heat evil that makes the cold easier to turn from cold to heat. If I guess well, although the child's body surface is hot, he is afraid of cold, right?"

The couple said together, stared at Wang Ping'an with wide eyes, and said in unison: "Yes, this child is indeed afraid of the cold!"

The male pilgrim said again: "Just because this child is afraid of the cold, the young master just now wants to take out his hand from the quilt..." He wanted to explain why he had distrustful Wang Ping'an just now.

Wang Ping'an waved his hand and said, "It's okay, it's natural for parents to care for their children, and there is no need to explain." He went to see the child's little hand again and said, "The palm lines are green, let me see my tongue again... Well, the tongue is pale! Yes, that's right, it's this disease!"

The female pilgrim looked at the child in her arms and said blankly: "What's wrong, what disease is this?"

Wang Ping'an laughed twice and said, "What kind of disease is it? It means a minor disease! If an adult gets this disease, even if he doesn't take medicine, he can get over it. It's just that your child is too young, and when he cries, you will be worried, so he thinks he has some serious illness."

The female pilgrim shook her head and said, "No, I gave this child medicine, I saw a doctor, and I took the medicine!"

Wang Ping'an was stunned and said, "This disease can be cured by taking medicine. Why is his symptoms still not gone? What medicine did the doctor give him?"

The female pilgrim couldn't answer, and looked at her husband. The male pilgrim said, "I went to catch the medicine, there were apricots in it, and..." It seemed that he didn't remember the ingredients of the medicine.

Wang Ping'an said directly: "It's not Maxing Shi Gan Soup, right?"

The male pilgrim nodded immediately and said, "Yes, it's this name. I can't remember it clearly. How did the young master know?"

Wang Ping'an shook his head and thought to himself: "How could I not know? That is the prescription in "Treatise on Febrile Diseases". It's so simple!"

He said: "The doctor misdiagnosed it. He must have prescribed medicine based on the symptoms of cold evil blocking the lungs. Isn't this a completely different way! I ask you, this child did not have diarrhea, but after taking Maxing Shigan Decoction, he started to have diarrhea, right?"

The couple nodded quickly. Wang Ping'an did not completely open the quilt, nor did they check the child's little butt, but they explained the symptoms in one sentence, saying that the child started to have diarrhea after taking the medicine. The couple immediately increased their confidence in Wang Ping'an, thinking that this young man had some skills!

The old monk next to him suddenly chanted the Buddha's name and shouted loudly at the statue of Guanyin Bodhisattva: "Thank you Bodhisattva!"

Ding Danruo and Ke Lianwu looked at each other and thought to himself: "It was our young master who was treated, why don't you thank him?"

The man on the cushion next to him also turned his head and looked at Wang Ping'an with a surprised expression on his face. After hearing the old monk chanting Amitabha Buddha, he said thank you again. He hurriedly looked up at the statue of Guanyin Buddha, and went to see Wang Ping'an again, and said a word in his mouth!

Wang Ping'an said: "The child does not speak, and it was called the mute department in ancient times. The ancients were really right! The child was too young to tell the symptoms, so the doctor prescribed the wrong medicine, but he was not careful in seeing the doctor, which aggravated the pain of the patient out of thin air. Alas! Maxing Shigan Decoction comes from "Treatise on Febrile Diseases", but Master Zhongjing also prescribed another prescription called Gegen Decoction. This Gegen Decoction is the right medicine to cure your child's disease!"

The male pilgrimage said: "Pudginseng Decoction? I know Puerginseng, it's not a expensive medicine!"

Wang Ping'an yelled: "Who told you that only expensive medicines can cure the disease?" Seeing that there were paper and pen on the Buddha's desk, he took it over, brushed a few strokes, wrote down the prescription, and said: "You go to the pharmacy to grab the medicine. Take two doses of this medicine, and your child's illness will be cured. If you consolidate one dose, you will be cured. In the future, you will be treated, and there is no need to take the medicine again!"

He took the paper on the desk and opened the square. The old monk showed joy on his face and clapped his hands, "I said there is no Buddhist connection. Do you know what that paper is for?"

Ouyang Li glared at the old monk and shouted: "It's for writing!"

Wang Ping'an handed the prescription to a male pilgrimage and said, "This medicine is not expensive, but you need to pay attention when decocting. First, boil ephedra and kudzu root, collect water to 80% of the water, then add other medicines, collect water to 30% of the water, pour out the medicine residue, and then take it warmly... Forget it, if it is convenient, why not leave it in the temple. I will teach you how to give your children medicine!"

The male pilgrim followed the prescription and kept nodding, "Okay, I'll go to the town to get medicine now, go and go back quickly!" He instructed his wife and quickly walked out of the hall.

When the old monk saw the male pilgrim leaving, he came forward and smiled at Wang Ping'an and said, "Little donor, do you know..."

The man on the cushion suddenly jumped up and shouted, "Young Master, since you know how to prescribe medicine, why not prescribe me a dose, and you want to give me the kind of medicine to give birth to a son!"
Chapter completed!