Aggrieved Fish Sprite: 290|The life of the low is like a catkin

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Doctor Hu softened his feet and almost fainted on the spot.

Stroke is not an easy cure.

Some people fell short of treatment after an acute attack and died on the spot. Although the remaining people with mild symptoms have recovered their lives, they have never listened to their hands and feet, are paralyzed, have slurred speech, and have strange shapes. They may even be regarded as evil in remote villages.

If it is the old lady who is in charge of the family, the children and grandchildren will stay in the morning and dusk for filial piety, and let the servants and maidservants serve them with all their hearts.

Where is the favorite concubine in the palace?

I was originally a servant of Israel, and now even the normal appearance is gone, how can I keep the emperor’s honor and favor?

Doctor Hu is not sorry for the future misfortune of the noble man in the inner hall, but for himself.

Wang Ning was so anxious, he could see that he loved this noble man very much. When he found that he was rescued, he couldn't continue to spoil him, so he couldn't turn his anger on the doctor?

Doctor Hu just got married after the new year. No matter which one of his sweet wife and young children in the family, he couldn't worry about being taken into the palace for some reason. He also heard that the nobleman had a stroke. Even if he had confidence in his medical skills, he felt that at this moment. There was a burst of despair.

There are very few people who can recover from a stroke.

So Doctor Hu's face turned gray, and he moved into the inner hall one step at a time.

Master Mingjian looked solemn, he was not too afraid of King Ning’s threats. He was a monk and had a low view of life and death. Even if King Ning was furious and executed himself, he probably wouldn’t move to the Golden Drum Temple. After all, King Ning still believes in Buddhism.

The "symptoms" described by King Ning and the imperial doctor Ling are what makes Master Mingbian troublesome.

The majority of stroke patients are elderly people. The youngest patient ever seen by Master Mingbian is nearly forty years old.

For example, the middle-aged scholar who became ill in the Golden Drum Temple today.

The scholar had a bad habit of drinking. When he was rich, he stayed on the flower boat all day long. When he had no money, he went to the temple wing to borrow. Because he could write some beautiful lyrics and music, he was also quite touted, and often people invited to drink. Anyone who drinks will get drunk, regardless of day and night, it is also common to be drunk for a day and a night.

Because of the frequent visits at the Golden Drum Temple, Master Jingbian also persuaded the scholar a few words, but the other party was obviously not concerned.

The favored concubines in the Ning Palace can neither be in their 30s or 40s nor can they be excessively drunk. Could it be caused by other diseases?

It is difficult to discern the mage.

There are curtains hanging around the inner hall, no incense, and the maidservant in the palace looks terrified. I don’t know whether it is because of the fear of the imperial concubine’s "hit evil" that there are ghosts in the palace, or the death of the noble servant who served. Not guaranteed.

There is a strong smell of medicine in the temple.

The imperial doctor didn't say much, and asked them to inquire the precious person first.

The people present are all proficient in medical skills. At this time, no one is playing the trick of pulse diagnosis by hanging silk. Even the once the world's number one master Qin doctor, it is impossible to know the pulse condition with filament.

Master Mingbian was the first one, but Doctor Hu refused to come forward, so Mo Li made the second one.

The maidservant lifted the curtain, and the person lying on the bed had a bright and attractive face, but now the corners of his mouth were slightly slanted and his head was dizzy. Even if someone held a bright lamp to her face, she did not react at all.

Mo Lei's heart sinks.

He believed that the imperial physician of King Ning did not eat plain rice. The usual injection techniques must have been used before. It still looks bad now, and it may be impossible to save it.

The old wrinkled fingers gently pressed the woman's thin wrists, and the ink carp pressed the eyes of the whole room and began to check the pulse.

Like Master Mingbian, the ink carp also suspects that this is a stroke caused by other diseases. After all, there are many strange “poisons” in the world. It cannot be said that there is no one that can cause a stroke, but there is always a mechanism for the disease. I want to hide it. With so many eyes of imperial doctors, this level of poison is probably comparable to Xue Lingjun.

The Master of Discrimination talked to the Imperial Doctor Ling in a low voice.

Patients are unconscious, and it is difficult to ask what they did before the onset of illness.

Master Mingbian can only ask the maidservant next to the imperial concubine, but it is inconvenient for the imperial concubine. He can only ask for an order from the imperial physician.

Doctor Hu is determined not to make his head, and silently makes quail behind.

Mo Carp is examining the pulse, and the frown becomes tighter.

The gerbil in his arms quietly listened to the heartbeat of the Moli, and found that the Moli was silent for a long time, so he couldn't help climbing up quietly and peering out from the seams of the clothes.

"Take the silver needle."

Mo Li suddenly raised his head and said.

Everyone in the room was taken aback and looked at him.

At this time, being able to move your mouth is never going to do it. Seeing that this nobleman is not good, whoever has been treated will be even more unlucky. In case Ning Wang insists on saying that you have been treated badly and killed the nobleman, that’s really true. A few heads are not enough to cut.

Master Mingbian wanted to persuade him, but when he saw Moli's gaze focusing on pulse diagnosis, the old monk swallowed his words again.

"This...old gentleman, how do you plan to perform the acupuncture?" The imperial doctor asked according to the rules of the palace.

Once the diagnosis and treatment plan is presented, it must be sent to the side hall to be reviewed by other imperial physicians. At least half of the people must agree before it can be used.

Because no one is willing to take risks.

Mo Li didn't answer, but took the pen from the servant and started writing quickly.

The imperial physician Ling was looking at this piece of paper, and Wang Ning unexpectedly came in.

"What is the disease of Concubine Ai?" King Ning firmly believed in the claim that someone had undermined him. He believed that the imperial physician in the palace was a waste, and could not see the real cause.

Mo Lei is different from other doctors. He doesn't like to discuss pharmacology with others in lengthy form, or compare the pulse condition with medical books, unless it is to teach others or learn from others. It may be because of the long-term dealings with the people. Those words are useless and the people don't understand. It's better to just say whether it is serious or not, how to take medicine, and what to avoid.

There is no need to say it now. This woman's pulse is very obvious, and it is estimated that the imperial doctor has said it more than four or five times.

The Master of Clear Discrimination saw that the situation was not good, and quickly said: "Amitabha, there is a sign of stagnation of Qi and blood stasis, but..."

"Just what?" King Ning asked.

Mo Lei has already seen that King Ning may not love the woman on the bed. The reason why he is more angry is because he is afraid that the hidden "murderer" will find him on his head and turn him into a paralyzed person with a crooked nose and mouth. appearance.

The so-called burial if not cured is because King Ning was in a hurry.

Because this happened several times, every time the imperial doctor couldn't find the cause.

The imperial concubine is young and beautiful. Even if a person has a congenital illness that induces a stroke, it is impossible for everyone to have a hidden illness!

Mage Mingbian had a headache. After examining the pulse, he finally realized the difficulty of the imperial doctor order—they are just healers, not officials who solve the case, and they are not Jinyiwei who can check the privates. They themselves are still wondering what the patient is doing. What's going on!

"It’s just that the attack is too fast. It is reasonable to say that the noble is so young, even if there is evidence of qi stagnation and blood stasis, it should not be so."

Master Mingbian didn't say one more thing. It is reasonable to say that there are peace pulses in the palace.

This rule is not only in the palace, but it is common in the family who raises a doctor at home, once every ten days and a half a month, how can there be such a rapid onset of the disease?

The problem that Master Jingbian couldn't figure out also appeared in Moli's heart, but he could use his inner strength (spiritual energy) to solve the problem of this woman's heart stasis.

When King Ning saw these three people, he couldn't say anything. The old Mo Li was sitting on the ground. He was about to get angry and suddenly met Mo Li's eyes.

"..."

That's not the eyes of the old man.

Like an abyss, like an ancient well, unable to reach the bottom.

Ning Wang shuddered, and when he looked at it again, Moli looked old and weak again.

"Wang Shang! Xiyuan... something happened in Xiyuan!"

An attendant stumbled outside. His face was pale, and he knelt down.

The waiter was very young, dressed in an ordinary gray-blue dress, and at first glance was pushed out by others to lead this dangerous messenger.

"The Concubine Chen of Xiyuan suddenly became critically ill, so please call for an imperial doctor!"

"What?!"

Wang Ning stood up abruptly, his eyes widened, as if he was about to eat people.

In the summer, he was in a cold sweat, and the lights in the hall were bright, but he seemed to feel a ghost hiding in the dark to watch.

"What kind of illness, it is...also..." King Ning's voice was shaking.

The attorney who reported the news nodded cautiously. Just about to say it again, King Ning had kicked him with a sullen face.

The waiter didn't dare to dodge at all, he was stiff--

"Puff through."

King Ning pounced forward.

He originally raised his right foot high and wanted to kick the waiter's chest, and his left leg as a support was inexplicably crooked.

"Ah!" King Ning screamed.

This directly strained my muscles, and I couldn't stand up even when I fell.

The inner hall is messed up, and the ink carp doesn’t need silver needles anymore. Simply infuse the orifice points with infuriating energy first to pass the pulse to the unconscious woman on the bed.

It's just a little bit of effect once again, and it needs to be cured gradually.

Mo Lei got up and asked the imperial doctor who was stunned next to him: "Where is Xiyuan?"

The doctor Ling suddenly recovered, and hurriedly asked King Ning.

At this time, another servant rushed in and cried: "My Majesty, Concubine Chen is gone!"

Master Clear Discrimination closes his eyes and recites the Buddha.

Wang Ning was furious and cursed: "Trash, stupid! Didn't the imperial doctor go?"

"The imperial physician...the imperial physician is here with Zhu Meiren!"

Wang Ning choked. At this time, the imperial physician Ling quickly invited himself to see the body of Concubine Chen Xiyuan. King Ning, who was afraid of death, immediately agreed.

Mo Lei spoke at the right time, saying that he has some eyebrows and needs to see more patients.

At this time, he showed the advantage of his old appearance, and he was calm and not chaotic, and wrote a very insightful needle method. The imperial doctor's order immediately agreed, and he also helped Moli speak.

Wang Ning even suspected the imperial physician in the palace, otherwise he would not order the doctor outside the palace to treat the illness, but he was afraid of death, so he ordered that the body of Concubine Chen be carried over.

Everyone looked at each other.

Even if it is a violent death, the concubine should have basic decentness. What is it like to move around like this?

But they dare not refute King Ning.

Mo Li said calmly: "Since the king wants to know the truth about the concubine's successive violent deaths, he should start with their diet and daily life. The doctors also need to ask the patients about this. Now there are nobles who have died, just look at them. The corpse can't see much, so you have to look at the place where you live."

Wang Ning looked at the ink carp suspiciously: "Are you a famous doctor in Ningtai City?"

"The old man came to visit friends in Ningtai City from a foreign country. He didn't want his friend to go there. He wanted to stay at the Golden Drum Temple. He just happened to catch up with the palace to invite the doctor." Mo Lei said the word "please" slightly more heavily. Now, he didn't want to talk to King Ning, he just wanted to understand the reason for the successive deaths of these women.

Even though the rickety spine makes his eyes cloudy, when the ink carp speaks neither humble nor humble, there is still an unusual breath coming out.

Wang Ning's expression stunned, and he realized that he might have indeed hired figures such as hermits and genius doctors this time.

Although I don't know the true identity of Moli, the fear of death has the upper hand. King Ning immediately agreed and sent someone to lead Moli.

When I went out, I happened to meet Xu Shaojian who looked like a toad.

Xu Shaojian brought two more civilian doctors over, thinking that he had finished the errand, but he took the errand to Xiyuan again and almost sat down on the ground.

Even the look in Moli's eyes is not so good.

Of course, Mo Li did not go alone, Master Mingbian also followed, and there were also two imperial physicians from the Imperial Medical Office.

Xiyuan Road is far away, this time with King Ning's order (King Ning saw that the Master was a monk, and felt that Moli was a monk), so he had a two-carriage sedan chair.

It's the kind of sedan chair with two poles and one chair that let the wind on all sides.

Something is better than nothing.

The gerbil took the opportunity to get out of the placket, and the ink carp was so high that no one could see it.

It shook its head, and the wind deflected the gerbil's fur.

The gerbil hugged his arm in thought. In fact, he also doubted Afurong, but watching Moli's reaction, it was obvious that things were not like that.

There was a cry in Xiyuan. You can’t hang white banners and mourn without getting the order. There are many concubines of King Ning. When Moli enters the door, he vaguely sees a group of women under the lights retreating. They want to come and live in them. The woman in Xiyuan.

The dead Concubine Chen may not have such a good popularity. These women cry out because of fear, and they are afraid that they will die tomorrow.

The black carp's pace is stagnant.

The body of Concubine Chen has not been moved. She looks very young, just like Zhu Meiren in her teens.

The maidservant has cleaned her face, and now she looks like she is asleep.

"Bring the kerchief." Moli motioned to the waiter to wipe off the powder on Concubine Chen's face.

Xu Shaojian refused without a smile, and said sarcastically: "It seems that Ma is commanding them to be thoughtful and thoughtful. The doctor invited can not only treat the living, but also the dead."

Mo Li ignored him, his eyes suddenly fell somewhere inside the bed net.

Golden Ring.

It looks like a decoration on a gorgeous bed, but unless you want to tie people to the bed, you don’t need this thing.

Moli didn't pay attention at first, but Zhu Meiren had this thing too.

Moli frowned slightly. As a doctor, he has naturally heard of some "illnesses", but those addictions will not cause strokes, and they continue to happen.

No!

Mo Lei's gaze stopped on Concubine Chen's neck, where there were a few purple marks, not like bruises after death.

He suddenly pulled the curtain to wipe off Chen Fei's powder, only to see her pale face and purplish lips.

"What are you doing?" Xu Shaojian sternly.

The Concubine Chen is dead, and Moli cannot use his true energy to detect the blood clogging of the corpse. He picked up Xu Shaojian backhand and asked in a cold voice, "Wing King Ning stayed here with Concubine Chen yesterday?"

"You ask this..."

Xu Shaojian's voice stopped abruptly, and his mind was blank under Moli's gaze, shivering.

The Master of Discrimination was stunned as he watched the "old doctor" who took a step and swayed suddenly. He picked up a big toad with one hand. He stammered and said, "Don’t be impatient for the donor, but found What's up?"

Moli's fingers fell on the side of the corpse's neck, and said in a deep voice: "Our doctors know that the neck and neck are the most fragile. A little pressure can cause a person to faint."

People in the rivers and lakes are more accustomed to knocking their necks and fainting.

The two imperial physicians and Master Mingbian stared at the corpse, vaguely aware of something, but couldn't catch the thoughts that quickly slipped away.

"Is there a woman in the palace who is prone to fainting? Twitching during the attack, cold limbs, and cyanosis of the lips?" Mo Li asked.

The imperial doctor nodded, saying that it was due to blood deficiency, and most of it could be saved, but the cause could not be found.

Master Mingbian also saw clearly that Concubine Chen did not die of a stroke, but blood deficiency could not be cured, because the imperial doctor was not there.

This palace is really strange and inexplicable.

Master Mingbian has also entered a dead end like the imperial doctor. He understands the disease and can treat it, but he can't figure out the cause of the disease.

"It's here." Moli looked down at the side of Concubine Chen's neck. He hadn't seen it on Zhu Meiren before, because the imperial physician had taken medicine according to Qi stagnation and blood stasis, and Zhu Meiren did not get sick today, and the ecchymosis has long been After the blood-activating medicinal materials and the needles retreated, and after the death of Concubine Chen, the original "injured" area would become more and more conspicuous.

"It is not someone else who makes the people in this palace panic. It is King Ning."

It was King Ning who killed a woman of these years.

Moli is not only a healer, but also learned martial arts.

Qin Lu told him that on the side of the neck, you must pay attention to the square when you make a stun, and you should not catch a person several times and slash it frequently. If that place is damaged, it will kill people. .

Mr. Qin had treated this disease for a quack in his early years. This person loves to drink, and the wine is poor. Every time he gets drunk, he makes a lot of trouble. Others have to stun him to clean up.

Cold limbs, purplish lips and pale complexion.

Other doctors treated it as blood deficiency, but couldn't find the cause. After several episodes, this person went half-life.

Qin Lu also took a lot of effort to find out, and he was shocked.

As for the current situation, Wang Ning naturally has no hobby of fainting people on the bed. As he grows older, his body becomes weak and it is inevitable that he is unable to do what he wants.

In recent years, the tricks that I may have learned from some unknown place are in the backyard.

I don't know whether it is the bundle of soft cords or the blood stasis from indulging in beauty. In short, it will be fatal after a long time.

Fortunately, the blood stasis was gone, but there was an injury, and he was sick like the quack who was diagnosed and treated by Mr. Qin.

If you are unlucky, the blood stasis will fall off and flow in the body, and finally block the heart and brain...

So the more Ning King favors whoever, the faster he will die.