Chapter 334 Adding and Subtracting Antelope Horn Soup
“Okay Xiao An, now you can take the needle.”
After Zhang Yi Xing spoke, Zhang An took the silver needle.
"Householder, your old gentleman is not in any danger now."
Looking at the old man who had regained some energy and started to look rosy, Zhang Yixin turned to the old lady next to him and said.
To address ordinary people, normally we call them lay people.
But Zhang and his party were used to dealing with villagers, and they didn't change for a while, so they called the old lady "old sister-in-law".
“But this stroke is always a serious illness. Although there is no danger now, if you want to recover well, you still have to go to the hospital for treatment, or make a prescription and undergo acupuncture for a period of time.”
< br>The old man's condition is no longer serious, but his vitality is still damaged.
But it is very simple to recover. You can stay in the hospital for half a month and the treatment will be good.
Of course, there is another way, which is to prescribe a prescription, boil the medicine in a jar for a period of time, and combine it with acupuncture.
The latter effect is definitely better than staying in the hospital. After all, Chinese medicine is not only about treating diseases, but also nourishing qi and essence.
In terms of cost, it is much lower than the cost of hospitalization.
Of course, the shortcomings are also obvious. I have to come to see Zhang Yixing every day.
Considering that the two old men lived in the city, Zhang and his party gave the suggestion of going to the hospital.
If these two people were villagers from Changqing or a nearby village, Zhang and his party would definitely let them choose the latter.
Because the latter only needs to boil the medicine in a jar for a few days, and if it is combined with his acupuncture, it will not cost much.
As soon as the old lady heard that she was going to the hospital, her brows that had been stretched out just a moment ago immediately wrinkled.
But later I heard Zhang Yixing say that it can be treated by grabbing the square and inserting acupuncture, and the frown gradually relaxed.
"Taoist Master, if you can prescribe a prescription here, we will choose to recuperate for a period of time and not go to the hospital."
"Layholder, if your home is nearby, decoction combined with acupuncture is naturally the best method. But if you are in the city, it is more convenient to go to the hospital."
Prescribing decoction and medicine is not a big problem. Can survive anywhere.
It’s just that they have to come here every day for injections. It’s not convenient for them to live in the city and travel back and forth.
Although there are one or two traditional Chinese medicine clinics in the city, Zhang and his party did not know the people inside.
He didn’t know anything about the methods of the doctors sitting in the hall, so naturally he would not recommend patients to go there.
"Thank you, Taoist Priest, for considering us, but to be honest, the last place our old man wants to go in this life is the hospital."
Zhang An could hear the old lady's words. There is something unspeakable about it.
It probably wasn't about medical expenses, because judging from the way they were dressed, they didn't look like ordinary people.
On the contrary, it is more like the old man has some troubles with being in the hospital.
"Taoist priest, can you stay here for the night?"
The old lady looked at the two side rooms besides Sanqing Hall, thinking that it would be most convenient if she could stay overnight in the temple.
"Sorry, layman, Sanqing Temple does not have the ability to accommodate guests."
The temple does not have the ability to accommodate guests. Apart from Zhang Yixing's residence, there is only one other room for guests. Used for placing orders.
This is because the Taoist temple has been expanded since it was renovated. It did not exist before.
And this place cannot accommodate ordinary people. Hanging is a way of saying that Taoist priests go out and stay overnight in other Taoist temples.
So the old lady’s plan to stay overnight in the Taoist temple failed to come true, but the old lady did not give up either.
"Then we will find a house to rent in the village at the foot of the mountain for a period of time, and just relax while we recuperate."
The old lady just pondered for a few seconds, then Speak out your plans.
She is not selfish, when Zhang and his party were treating their old man just now.
That calm face made her feel at ease a lot, and it only took half an hour from the time their old man fainted to waking up.
If their old man fell ill at home today, it would take at least half an hour to go to the hospital.
And the hospital’s treatment for this kind of emergency is not so quick.
She planned to stay in the village for a while, partly because the medical skills of Zhang An and Zhang Xing really moved her.
On the other hand, it is to prevent the old man from getting sick again.
Anyway, there are B&Bs in the village at the foot of the mountain, and their conditions are not bad, so these are not problems.
"Nacheng, if that's the case, I'll give you a prescription, but I don't have any medicine here, so I need to go to the city to get it."
Zhang and his party were already ready when they saw each other. Having made this decision, I did not continue to persuade him.
"The old man just woke up today, so he needs to take a good rest first. From tomorrow on, just come to me for a prick before sunset every afternoon."
Knowing that a prescription was about to be given, Zhang An didn't Waiting for Zhang Yixing to speak, he went into the room and took out the pen and paper.
By the time Zhang and his party finished talking to the old lady, Zhang An had already polished the ink.
"Okay Anzi, let's prescribe a prescription."
Zhang and his party couldn't get Zhang An to take action on the matter of prescribing.
After all, Zhang Ang has only been studying for a long time and has not yet reached this stage.
"One qian for antelope horn powder, 4 qian for tortoise shell, 6 qian for raw white peony root, 5 qian for cassia, five qian for Uncaria, 5 qian for raw land, 3 qian for hanging chrysanthemum, 3 qian for fried grass and gallbladder. Three qian of Nanxing, two qian of cicada, two qian of Shichangpu, and two qian of pink licorice, decoction in water, take one dose a day for seven days.” Hands on paper.
It is said that those old Chinese medicine practitioners in the past, after they had apprentices, they would always follow them to copy prescriptions and learn from them.
Zhang An is Zhang Yixing's adopted son. In fact, in Zhang Yixing's eyes, he is not much different from his disciple.
He treated Zhang An, and Zhang An treated him just like Zhang Yixing treated his late master.
After Zhang An heard this, he immediately knew that this was a recipe for Antelope Horn Soup.
After a while, a neatly written prescription was written.
"Daddy, take a look."
After completing the copying, Zhang An handed it over to Zhang and his party for inspection.
Zhang Yixing read it over and found that the formula was OK and Zhang An’s handwriting was very good.
In order to make others see it more clearly, he also wrote it in small regular characters, so as to avoid grabbing the wrong medicine when he went to take it.
"Layholder, this is a prescription. Take it for seven days first. After seven days, we will check the old man's condition. If he gets better smoothly, there is no need to continue taking medicine. He only needs acupuncture for a few days."
Zhang and his party handed the prescription to the old lady, and then explained some things again.
“I would rather recommend Chinese Medicine Hall to get medicine, because their preparation methods of medicinal materials are very suitable and the medicinal materials pass the test, so I often go there to get them.”
“Don’t do it on the roadside. Firstly, the medicinal materials are not safe and life-saving things cannot be joked about. Secondly, their weighing is inaccurate, which greatly affects the effectiveness of the medicine."
After thinking about it, Zhang Yixing still followed. The old lady chattered a few words.
It’s not an advertisement for the Chinese Medicine Hall, because Zhang Yixing has been using the medicinal materials there, and the quality is still good.
When buying medicine, you are afraid to buy it from roadside stalls or some unprofessional shops. Some medicinal materials are not suitable for processing.
Moreover, when taking the medicine, the weighing was not accurate. Money was a small problem, but in this way, the efficacy of the medicine could not be guaranteed. "I know, I know. Thank you, Taoist Priest. Let's see how much the consultation fee is."
The old lady took the prescription solemnly, then thanked her again, and then asked about the consultation fee. things.
Although she took out fifty yuan, she didn't know if it was suitable, so she asked.
After all, this kind of serious illness that comes very quickly will cost you at least a few hundred, if not thousands, in the hospital.
"Saving others is a way of cultivating Taoism. There is no medical fee."
Zhang Yixing shook his head and said to everyone with a smile.
As he said, in the past few decades, he has helped people in the village see doctors without taking any money.
Even when he went out to travel and diagnose and treat those high-profile families, it was a donation from someone else, and he never opened his mouth.
He never asked for money from others, but travel also required travel expenses, so he did not refuse donations from wealthy people.
"Okay, old lady, as long as the old gentleman gets better, it will be fine. My godfather has been treating everyone around me for decades and has never collected a penny in medical fees."
Seeing that the old lady still insisted on giving money, Zhang An helped explain.
In the past, Zhang Yixing’s life was so difficult that he didn’t even think about collecting money from others.
It’s even less likely now, not to mention that there are donations from faith-based charities in the temple.
Simply speaking, Zhang Anqian took care of all his daily expenses, let alone such an idea.
“The Tao is great and righteous.”
“This is the real person who practices.”
“Yes, yes, yes, this is the person who has cultivated the Tao.”< br>
Everyone around had just seen Zhang Yi and Zhang An resuscitating the dying old man.
Everyone respects them from the bottom of their hearts, not to mention anything else. If their own family has such an accident in the future, there will be a way out.
When they saw that Zhang and his party did not charge a consultation fee, everyone didn’t think it was anything.
But after listening to what Zhang An said, everyone respected Zhang and his party even more.
No consultation fees were charged for the two sessions, probably because there were so many people present and they wanted to make a show of themselves.
But people have been like this for decades. This is when personal cultivation and morality have reached a transcendent state.
After being persuaded by Zhang An, the old lady bowed to Zhang and his party again to express her gratitude.
"Taoist Priest, I will go in and burn incense, and then we will go down the mountain to find a place to stay. I will disturb you again tomorrow."
The old lady who was helped up said to Zhang and his party After saying a few words, he walked to the Taoist temple and respectfully burned three sticks of incense.
This time, she did not just bow like last time, but sincerely knelt on the futon and offered incense.
The old lady was also very particular about people. After finishing the incense burning, she put the confiscated medical fees from Zhang and his party into the merit box and regarded it as a charity.
On the one hand, I do this for peace of mind. Others may not want it, but if I don’t give it to myself, I’m afraid I won’t be able to live with it.
On the other hand, there is also the thought of doing good things.
After all, when they came here just now, they burned incense together and donated a few dollars to charity.
No, after the old man fainted, Ben Zhang and his party were saved.
In the old lady’s heart, it was all destined, and it was probably like this for good deeds to be rewarded.
After everyone saw the old lady offering incense again, people who had just offered incense but not yet lined up at the entrance of Sanqing Hall.
Many people who were not present just now and came over later did not know what happened. So many people gathered here, thinking there was some excitement.
After asking people around me, my favorable impression of this simple Taoist temple and Zhang and his party skyrocketed.
For a time, this Taoist temple, which had been quiet for many years, became more popular than ever.
“Layers, there is no need to compare donations, just do what you can, and offering incense is already very sincere.”
Seeing that everyone had been donating money, Zhang Yixing persuaded him that he did not need the money to maintain his life.
But no matter how much he tried to persuade, everyone just smiled.
"Taoist Priest, let's go down the mountain first, and we won't bother you when we come up tomorrow."
After finishing the incense and donating the merits and donations, the old lady planned to go down the mountain.
"Xiao An, you have nothing to do, so just take these two lay people down the mountain to find a place to live."
Zhang and his party thought about these two old people and they didn't care much about the village. He was familiar with it, so he asked Zhang An to follow him.
Even if something happens on the road, Zhang An can take care of it for a while.
"Okay, I'll go back then, and I'll come back tomorrow."
Zhang An nodded, it was time for him to go down the mountain, and his aunt and her family may have arrived by now .
"Then it will be troublesome for the Taoist priest."
The old lady called Zhang An little brother just now, but now she became the little Taoist priest. He thought Zhang An was a disciple practicing in the Taoist temple.
"Haha, old lady, my name is Zhang An. I am a villager in the village, not a disciple in the temple. You two elders can call me whatever you want."
Although it seems that it is not bad to be a little Taoist priest, after all The Zhengyi Sect doesn't have so many rules, and it's okay to have a wife and have children.
But in the end Zhang An introduced himself to them.
"No wonder, just now I was wondering why you called Zhang Daochang godfather, not master."
The old lady looked like that, and soon started talking to Zhang An again.
Zhang An naturally knew everything and talked about everything. He answered all the questions the two old men had.
Zhang An also learned that the old man’s name was Li Mingwu and the old lady’s name was Luo Fengjuan.
The two elders are retired workers in the city. Several children in the family have done some business, and the family conditions are really not bad.
After going down the mountain, Zhang An took the two old people around the village and finally found a B&B for them to rent.
The village now has many B&Bs using its own houses, but Zhang An did not just find one for them.
Finally, they found a house for them that was relatively close to the entrance of the village and had a well-kept room.
But the host is very hospitable and the people are easy to get along with.
The conditions of this hotel in the village are relatively difficult. When I first started to open a B&B, I had been hesitant.
Finally, I asked the old village chiefs Zhang Jianwen and Zhang An for some advice before spending all their family savings on this.
So Zhang An brought Mr. Li and the two elders here because he wanted to take care of them.
Thinking about what Zhang and his party told them, Mrs. Luo rented it for more than ten days on the spot without saying a word.
Although these two days are Chinese New Year, Mrs. Luo still wants to cure her old man as soon as possible, and nothing else is important.
If everything goes well, maybe we can go home before the fifteenth day of the first lunar month and celebrate the end of the New Year.
(End of this chapter)