Wang Ping'an kept patting his feet, and patted his hands continuously, but said in his mouth: "It hurts to pat, which means that there is something wrong with your body. But if you are healthy, you will not be able to climb my door! Don't say more, continue patting, and I will explain after the pat!"

After a while, Yang also said, "Peace, it hurts for my mother, when will it take?"

Wang Ping'an said: "First two hundred shots, don't stop if you don't shoot enough, don't stop at your feet!" After a while, he said: "Okay, let's do this for now!" He patted his hands warmly, walked to the yard, and signaled everyone to stop too.

Yang said, "Okay, it turns out that clapping is so tiring, and your hands hurt!" The two little girls behind her were nothing, and they felt fine.

Wang Ping'an said: "When clapping, the hand hurts, that's certain. It doesn't matter. You clapped your hands as I said. If you feel a little uncomfortable in your body, don't worry. This is a normal detoxification reaction. Well, what I said is not to get poisoned and then pull it out, but... it is the evil fire, which is hidden in your body, but you haven't had any disease yet. We clapped our hands to relieve the fire!"

He knew that the explanation was not clear, so he simply said it vaguely. In fact, he said it was vague, but ordinary people could understand it. They were shocked to detoxify, but they understood it when they said it was vague.

Wang Ping'an slapped his hands twice and said, "Listen to the sound, if it sounds like knocking on a quilt, it means that the body... well, it's not very healthy, and you need to pat more. If you listen to Gen Gen, it means that there is too much wind and cold in the body, and the waist and legs are not very good!" He had to vaguely go over the professional terms.

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a clapping sound in the yard again, and everyone began to judge what was wrong with them.

Wang Ping'an said again: "At the beginning, take two hundred shots as the basis. Don't think too much, and you will get more shots in the future. Slowly add them. Each time you take a thousand shots, no matter how many shots you take, don't do it rudely. It's good if you feel comfortable with the photo."

Yang clapped his hands a few times and asked, "Son, just clap your hands, why do you still have to go while taking pictures? It's a bit tiring!"

Wang Ping'an came to her mother, looked at her hands, and smiled and said, "Fortunately, you are fine. Why do you have to pat while slapping? It's because when a person gets older, he is most afraid of his legs sinking. If he sits and patting, the blood in his body flows to his waist and needs to be suppressed. Wouldn't his legs become even heavier, so the best effect of patting is when he walks."

He sat down at the table again and said, "After clapping for a while, various symptoms will appear. Don't be afraid when you encounter such a situation. This is a normal phenomenon of fire relief. If you insist on patting, the fire will be cleaned up, and then your body will be healthy."

Several people squeezed to the table and asked, "Little Doctor Ping An, is it so amazing to clap his hands? Can any disease be cured?"

Wang Ping'an smiled and shook his head and said, "What I am talking about is a way to maintain health care and improve physical fitness and reduce illness. If you still get sick, you still have to see a doctor."

"It turns out that it's not a cure for all diseases!" The person who asked was a little disappointed.

Wang Ping'an was amused. There is no way to cure all diseases in the world. If someone tells you that there is a medicine that can cure all diseases, then this person must be a seller of Dali Pills. Don't trust him! He said: "Just clap your hands, it can be healthy and convenient to do it, and it doesn't cost anything, so why not do it!"

He then took the pulse of the patients behind him, but the yard was not peaceful since then. The crackling sound kept ringing. The patients in line were bored and began to clap their hands to cure all kinds of diseases.

Xiantong Academy.

Qiu Wenpu put down his handkerchief and saw that the slight red spot on the handkerchief. After taking the medicine prescribed by Cheng Jisheng, he had a nosebleed again, and it was more than the last time. However, the condition did not improve at all, and the symptoms of wind and cold disease became more serious!

Qiu Tingxuan was so anxious that he was sweating profusely. He knelt on his father's bed and said, "My father, it seems that Cheng Jisheng is just a good example. The prescription he prescribed is more than Guizhi Decoction..." Suddenly, Cheng Jisheng was not qualified to compare with Zhang Zhongjing, and temporarily changed his words: "He has poor medical skills and is very harmful to others. His father's condition has worsened. I will ask him to argue!"

"Don't be impatient!" Qiu Wenpu endured the headache and waved his hand and said, "You go out first, study well, don't worry about your father. If you have a little cold, you will be fine in a few days!"

Qiu Tingxuan had no choice but to agree, not daring to disturb his father's rest, so he left the house.

Qiu Wenpu picked up the prescription prescribed by Cheng Jisheng, looked at it and felt that the prescription was completely normal and there was no error. He picked up the "Treatise on Febrile Diseases" again. After reading Guizhi Decoction, he felt that it was the right symptom, but why did he not get better and he had nosebleeds? The prescription was different, but the symptom of nosebleeds was the same. Could it be that there was a medicine inside that went wrong?

Comparing these two prescriptions, only the medicine of Guizhi is the same. Qiu Wenpu thought for a long time, sat up, picked up the pen and prescribed another prescription. The prescription was still Guizhi Decoction, but he added the dosage of Guizhi to five cents. After putting down the pen, Lao Shanzhu thought for a long time, finally sighed, pinched the paper into a ball, threw it under the table, and increased the dose of Guizhi, which was a bit dangerous.

Qiu Tingxuan returned to the academy and forced himself to study, but he couldn't continue anyway. Suddenly, a servant came to report that Xuzhou Xuezheng had sent someone to send him a list and asked the teacher to decide.

Qiu Tingxuan took the list and saw that it was the list of Xuzhou tributes to the next scientific expedition. His name was very high on paper.

Although Xuzhou Xuezheng is powerful outside and has the right to recommend virtuous people to the court, local scholars and candidates are all flattering, but Xuezheng is Qiu Wenpu's personal disciple. Without Qiu Wenpu's teachings back then, he would not have the glory and authority he is today. Therefore, Xuezheng respects Qiu Wenpu very much. Every list of tributes must be accepted by the teacher first, and then submitted it to Chang'an. If Qiu Wenpu wants to change the list, he will never refute it.

Qiu Tingxuan looked carefully from beginning to end and saw that most of the disciples of Xiantong Academy were on the list. The people he mentioned last time with Senior Brother Xuezheng were all on the list. This list was extremely important, and he had to give it to his father immediately.

Qiu Tingxuan returned to the small yard behind, but after entering the room, he found that his father was asleep. He did not dare to wake up his father, so he had to put the list on the desk and press it with paperweight, and then he gently left the house. He thought: "My father's illness must be cured as soon as possible. This list will probably be reported soon. Before this, senior brother Xuezheng must come to ask his father in person. If the illness was not cured at that time, it would inevitably have some impact. If other students in the academy who were not listed cause trouble, wouldn't it be troublesome!"

Qiu Tingxuan ordered people to prepare a carriage and rushed to Jishengtang. Cheng Jisheng happened to be in the hall. Suddenly, he saw the carriage from Xiantong Academy hurried to the door of the medicine shop. He knew that the prescription was not good and that he was leaving so urgently that he could not thank him. It was almost the same for finding fault.

In fact, after he came back from Qiu Wenpu, he repeatedly diagnosed the properties of the pharmacology and medicine in his mind. He was sure that Qiu Wenpu had wind and cold, not some obscure and difficult and severe illness. For Qiu Wenpu's disease, Guizhi Decoction and the prescription he prescribed were both the right prescriptions. If it is cured well, there is nothing else to say. If it cannot be cured, the problem must be with Guizhi. With his years of experience in practicing medicine, it is a sure thing that it is definitely because there is an error in the dosage addition and subtraction.

Cheng Jisheng re-prescription was still the famous prescription Guizhi Decoction of the medical saint Zhang Zhongjing. However, he added Guizhi to six cents. It was the first time he used such a large dose.

Qiu Tingxuan quickly walked into Jishengtang, came to the cabinet, looked at Cheng Jisheng without saying a word.

Silence is better than sound, Cheng Jisheng's cold sweat came out. He put away the prescription, slowly rolled into a piece of paper, and retracted into a sleeve. He had encountered such a thing, and when he still remembered it, he was still afraid. When he was working in the Chang'an Imperial Medical Office, he was forced to resign because of a small mistake. Who is he facing now? That's Qiu Wenpu, who is full of talents all over the world!

The dosage of Guizhi has increased. If you want to give Qiu Wenpu something, don’t say that the scholars in Xuzhou cannot let him go. Those disciples of Xiantong, who were high-ranking officials in Chang'an, would not be able to let him go. Once you offend a large group of people, they are all powerful people!

Cheng Jisheng finally didn't dare to come up with the prescription, and said with a tough bullet: "I am not good at learning skills..."

Qiu Tingxuan snorted and said, "It's good that you know! But what kind of remedy is there? Could it be that I have to write a letter now and invite a doctor from Luoyang?"

"That's not necessary! I recommend one person, with excellent medical skills, and he will definitely cure the disease of Laoshanzhu. This person is named Wang Ping'an, and he lives in Wuli Village outside the city!" Cheng Jisheng still mentioned Wang Ping'an, and he had to mention it.

"Wang Ping'an? If you are sick, find the little miracle doctor Ping'an?" Qiu Tingxuan asked.

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Dietary therapy for chronic gastritis-Kumquat drink

Recipe: 200 grams of kumquat, 20 grams of white kelp, and appropriate amount of white sugar.

Preparation method: Add water to kumquat and simmer for 5 minutes, then add white citrus and sugar, and cook for a while over low heat.

Efficacy: relieves liver and relieves depression, and harmonizes the spleen and stomach.
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