"You are in pain now, wait for the old man to give you such a treatment, and then apply the ointment prepared by the old man himself, and go back to live for some time, and you will be able to get better-"

His voice is very loud, his words are also very clear, although he sighs and speaks, his eyes are clear, and his hands are non-stop, obviously he is used to seeing such things, and he has long been free of waves and waves in his heart.

On the side, Dong Zhongkang suddenly asked: "Old man, after I wait for the future, can I still ride a fierce horse and drive a hard bow?" What is the obstacle to training martial arts? ”

What he asked was exactly what Dong Zhongyong was most concerned about, and he felt less painful when he boarded, so he straightened his ears and listened carefully.

"Nature is fine." The old man smiled reservedly and said proudly: "My name of Golden Needle Ji, you can inquire about Yang Hecheng, who doesn't know, who doesn't know?" Even if you have a broken arm and leg, as long as it is chopped up, the old man can always give you a good condition, not to mention your little skin injury? To tell you the truth, the old man will clean your wounds, apply medicine for diagnosis and treatment, such a meticulous water grinding work, you can't do it without ten years of experience! Each of you will receive twenty taels of silver from you, but how can the old man receive this silver in vain? After receiving the money, he will do things with his heart. ”

Hearing him say this, Dong Zhongkang and the others breathed a sigh of relief. Only then did they know that in order to ask the old man to treat them, the old man had spent so much money, thinking about the many troubles he had caused this time, the old man of labor was running, and he suddenly felt even more guilty, and he almost cried after reading a novel.

After half an hour, Dong Zhongyong's wound was treated, the blood had soaked the quilt under him, the few wine bottles in the old man's hand were also empty, and Dong Zhongyong had already fainted twice in pain. But he didn't scream out in a daze, this kind of strength and hardness also moved the old man. His men have healed countless patients, but few of them are so hard-hearted, and most of them are crying and howling.

In the end, the old man simply stuffed a wooden peg in his mouth for him to bite on, so as not to bite off his tongue accidentally in too much pain. This has happened.

He commanded, and the little girl beckoned two young men to come in, carried Dong Zhongyong to the side of the clean bed, and then took away the dirty bedding that had been soaked in blood.

The old man washed his hands in the copper basin beside him, wiped his hands with the last bit of wine, and then took a fist-sized celadon jar, and scooped out many dark green ointments from it with his fingers. The old man wiped the ointment evenly on Dong Zhongyong's wounds, and brought a clean white cloth from the side to wrap it around him.

After doing all this, he let out a long sigh, and looked at the two of them with satisfaction who had their lower bodies wrapped in zongzi, just like a master doing manual work looking at the objects he had just made. He was finally old, his physical strength was not good, and his forehead was already oozing sweat, and the little girl quickly took out a white handkerchief and wiped his sweat on tiptoe. The old man laughed and lowered his head to reach her.

"The two of you will raise first." The old man said a word, and then turned and went out the door.

When I went out and looked back, it turned out that this was a big house with a length of three or four zhang and a width of about two zhang, with green bricks and green tiles, which was very simple.

This is a large courtyard, I am afraid that it will not be the size of an acre of land, like this big house, and there is another one. In addition, a row of five tiled houses, sitting west and facing east, is the main house, and there are side rooms on both sides, which is thought to be the residence of the master and the servants of the subordinates. In the open space where there are no houses, there are two flower beds, but it is the middle of winter, and the land is frozen hard, not to mention any flowers and plants. Only a few foot-tall dry stalks poked in the flower bed, shivering in the cold wind.

On the east side of the courtyard, there is a portal, which looks like it should be the back door of the storefront along the street.

The old man and the little girl entered this door, and after entering, there was a lobby, which was four zhang wide and three zhang deep, which was the area of the four large gates, but the middle was opened up to create such a lobby.

The door of the lobby is facing east, and on the north side of the gate is the counter, and behind the counter, against the wall, are many large medicine cabinets. These medicine cabinets are very large, very high, leading from the ground to the roof, and the entire north wall, and most of the west wall, are occupied by these medicine cabinets. There were many long stairs on the medicine cabinet, and many men stepped on their hooves up and down, and when they came to one place, they could see the words written on the drawer, and then they opened the drawer and weighed out some crude medicine from it.

There are more than a dozen guys here, all of them wearing green clothes and small hats, and they all look neat and neat.

There are many chairs in the south area of the lobby, and some people are sitting on them. In the middle of the lobby, many reed mats are laid, and some of the reed mats have cloth curtains in the middle, which is obviously blocked.

A gray-haired, dirt-faced man in a black cotton jacket was sitting on a reed mat, his trouser leg rolled up, revealing his right foot and calf, where there was an unnatural bend, just the opposite of a normal person. The crooked place was swollen with a large bag, blue and swollen, apparently full of bruises. Obviously, his leg is raw and people are discounted.

A middle-aged man in his forties, wearing a white robe and looking like a doctor, was frowning and looking carefully. The man let out a miserable scream from time to time, and next to him stood several figures in their twenties who could tell at a glance that they were green-skinned gangsters on the street, with anxious faces.

As far as the eye can see, there are more than a dozen patients in this pharmacy. And the man in Tsing Yi, the doctor in white, wearing dark clothes, but the old man was the only one.

He came in through the back door, looked around, and found Dong Ce sitting on a chair in the south, hurriedly walked over, and arched his hand: "Xiao Ke is really cramped here, neglecting adults, please forgive me." ”

Dong Ce smiled faintly: "The old gentleman is polite." My two subordinates? ”

"Oh, don't worry, sir." The old man stroked his gray beard and said with a smile: "The old man has already cleaned their wounds and applied good wound medicine, as long as they will be raised for more than ten days, they will be healed." ”

Dong Ce nodded: "Then, the official will rest assured." ”

This is Jishitang, the most famous medical center in Yanghe County.

This Jishitang has been opened in Yanghe County for more than 200 years, and it is now the sixth generation of the heir, which is the old man in front of Dong Ce, who has a white beard, but is full of red light and strong spirits. The old man's surname is Ji, a very old surname, named Shichun. When he was old, he passed on the position of shopkeeper to his son, and he made an offering to the infirmary, and only hung up a name. On weekdays, he grows herbs in his backyard home, studies medical books, and rarely heals others. If Dong Ce hadn't shown his official position this time, I'm afraid he would have really been moved.

The so-called medical hall is actually an ancient hospital, or rather, a modern clinic.

Because firstly, the scale of these medical centers is relatively small, and secondly, they are basically private. There are also public ones, but there are very few, very few, and one county is one or two families. But there are four or five private clinics in a county. For example, in a big county like Yanghe, there are more than a dozen medical centers.

In this era, when people are sick, where can they go to see a doctor? It is said that it is the doctor's house, but in fact, this "home" is accurate, to be exact, it should be a medical center. Doctors often set aside some halls and rooms in their residences to set up "medical halls" for the purpose of treating the sick and resting the seriously ill.

The medical hall of the Ming Dynasty was usually a hall in the front and a home in the back, which was the residence of doctors and handymen. In the smaller scale of the medical center, the residence and the front hall are separated by a wall, and some are extremely simple, even the outer house is the hall, and the inner room is the residence. But the larger and more elaborate ones are the storefronts on the street as medical clinics, and there is usually a courtyard behind them.

This Jishitang Medical Center is one of the best time-honored brands in Yanghe City, with a large scale and a large scale. There are four large façade rooms in front of the hospital and a large courtyard in the back. There are even special flower beds and inpatient departments in the courtyard - that is, those two spacious, bright and well-ventilated large houses.

The medical hall at this time usually has the function of a crude medicine shop, and it is also convenient for patients to come to see a doctor and grab medicine here after reading. And it also saves money, the hospital earns your consultation fee, and it will make less money on medicine.

Jishitang is naturally no exception, those large cabinets against the wall are already old homes built more than 200 years ago, strong and heavy, and thousands of catties of crude drugs are stored inside, which are stored in different categories. And those busy guys, as well as those white-clothed doctors, are not hired, they are basically the apprentices and grandsons of Mr. Ji Shichun. The apprentices of this Jishitang were divided into three classes, and the lowest class were the men who were running around, the handymen who greeted the door outside, and the men who delivered prescriptions and medicines to guests, and climbed up and down the ladder to catch medicines. No one teaches them, they just work, and they are not qualified to learn, of course, it is not excluded that the doctor on duty is in a good mood for a while, and a few words of guidance are given, which is a great favor. They are just working, and they are working hard, and this process is usually three to five years. Of course, for such a long time, as long as you are not too stupid and have poor qualifications, most of you have been able to distinguish the drugs clearly, remember the name of the drug, and know the pharmacology. For some simple diseases, you can also know which medicines to take. After three to five years of working here, you start to learn, and that's when you really get to the apprenticeship stage. The shopkeeper will point them to a master and let them learn from this master, treat people's diseases, diagnose diseases, and so on. They don't just follow the study, they also have to dive and chop firewood for the master's house, do laundry and cook, and some even wait for the master to wash his feet, after all, you have to do it! Don't want to do it? Okay, fuck off, some people want to get in.

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