Huì Dé's chubby white face suddenly showed a look of embarrassment, and he said: "Amitabha, I'm afraid this poor monk is not very good at prescribing medicine, can only follow the book to write prescriptions, maybe, maybe it was really the wrong medicine?"

  He was humble in words, but not really. As the abbot of Bao Ta Si, a Buddhist holy land that emphasizes healing and saving people, how could he not be able to prescribe medicine? Although he looked stout and rustic, his medical skills were no worse than those of doctors in the city, only slightly weaker in treating complex and difficult diseases, but his master's brother had just contracted an uncommon illness.

  Yang looked at her son and said loudly, "Son, go take a look at the host's younger brother's illness. If you can cure him, it will be a good deed!" She had complete confidence in her son, although it was blind and unreasonable, she just believed that everything about her son was great and nothing could stump him.

  Wang Ping'an curled his lip and thought to himself, "My own mother, the patient hasn't even been examined yet, and you're already asking me to cure him. Do you really think I'm a divine doctor? That's just something you people have been boasting about, don't get too carried away with your boasts or you'll start believing they're true!"

  Hui De saw that Wang Ping was not very old, and as a doctor, the older you get, the more valuable you become. At such a young age, he's probably clueless about anything. Even if he's read a medical book or two, what can he possibly know? I've read dozens of them myself!

  Thinking so in his heart, his face was both surprised and delighted. He said: "If Master Wang is willing to lend a hand to save him, then my junior brother can be saved! I thank you on behalf of my junior brother!" He solemnly bowed to Wang Ping'an.

  Yang was so excited that he didn't even eat his meal, stood up and urged: "Quickly, my son quickly go to treat the monk from Beijing, hurry up and cure him, we can return home soon!"

  Wang Ping'an had no choice but to get up and follow, nodding in agreement, but he was uncertain in his heart.

  Huì Dé led the way, leading the two out of the back hall and towards the pagoda forest. As they walked halfway, they saw a little girl, Ding Dan, running over to them. She had been waiting outside and naturally came to serve when she saw Yang Shi and Wang Ping'an come out.

  A group of people entered the forest of pagodas and saw another temple in the forest. Outside the temple, many craftsmen were at work, carving Buddhist statues out of wood. As Wang Ping'an passed by, he took a few glances and thought to himself that this temple was indeed very wealthy. The wood used for carving the Buddha statues was high-quality sandalwood, which was already worth a lot of money just by looking at it.

  Not far from here, they left the pagoda forest and entered a bamboo forest. In the forest, there was a small Zen house with closed doors and windows. It must be where Hui Zheng from Chang'an lived.

  When they arrived at the door, Huide didn't knock on the door and instead pushed it open with a creak. Wang Ping'an looked inside and saw a young monk sitting cross-legged on a meditation cushion in the middle of the room, turning his head to look at them. This monk was completely different from Huide; Huide had a big head and ears, wore luxurious robes, while this monk was only 27 or 28 years old, wearing only a simple grey monk's robe, extremely handsome with an elegant demeanor.

  Yang entered the door and said, "This little monk is quite handsome, it's a pity to be a monk!" She was almost sixty years old, so she spoke freely without any restraint, saying whatever came to mind, slightly rude, but others wouldn't blame her.

  The young monk didn't react, but Huide's face turned red and said: "The body is just a skin bag." Rubbing his three-layered chin, he was quite embarrassed.

  The young monk was indeed Hui Zheng from the Linggan Temple. He was deaf and couldn't read lips, so he didn't know what Yang said. He stood up, put his palms together, and recited a phrase of "Amitabha", which served as a greeting.

  Huì Dé Dào said: "This is my junior brother Huì Zhèng. He has been ill for several days and can't hear anything."

  Wang Ping'an clapped his hands loudly and asked, "Master Hui Zheng, can you hear me?"

  Hui Zheng shook his head and said loudly: "Can't hear, this monk is deaf. May I ask how the master is called?"

  Yang said on the side: "It seems to be really deaf, otherwise it can't be shouted like this."

  Wang Ping'an pulled Wei Zheng down to sit together, and seeing the paper and pen on the small table beside them, Wang Ping'an picked up the pen and wrote: "I am Wang Ping'an, I have come to see you about your illness."

  Hui Zheng smiled and shook his head, saying: "The monk's deafness is due to the insincerity of serving Buddha, not because of illness. Thank you for your kind intentions, King Shi Zhu, no need to worry about me!" His voice was still very loud, he didn't intentionally speak loudly, but after losing his hearing, his speaking voice would naturally become louder.

  "What about your wind chill?"

  Hui Zheng said, "Likewise, thank you for your kindness, sir. You may take your leave now. I still need to recite the Diamond Sutra three thousand more times to atone for my sins." With that, he closed his eyes and began muttering the sutra under his breath.

  Wang Ping'an turned back and asked, "Master, has this junior brother of yours committed a crime before? Otherwise, why would he be redeeming his guilt?"

  Hui De sighed and said, "My younger brother has been devoted to Buddhism since he was young and is not very worldly. He thinks that getting sick is because his heart is not sincere in serving the Buddha, rather than because of past misdeeds."

  Wang Ping'an nodded and, regardless of whether Hui Zheng was willing or not, grabbed one of his hands, placed three fingers on his wrist to take his pulse. Hui Zheng opened his eyes, shook his head repeatedly, and strongly disapproved of Wang Ping'an's actions.

  "The pulse is floating and tight, it's definitely wind-cold!" Wang Ping'an said. This illness, if placed in modern times, would be just a common cold, not very serious, but it can trigger other diseases. He pinched Hui Zheng's cheek and opened his mouth to take a look, saying: "The tongue coating is grayish-white, this is caused by the closure of the Shaoyang meridian due to external evil, your deafness belongs to fire-heat, Shaoyin has excessive heat!"

  Although Hui Zheng's spleen qi was good, he didn't want to be manipulated by others either. He shook his head and struggled free from Wang Ping'an's hand, saying: "This monk is not ill, nor does he want to take any more medicine. Master Wang, please leave now, don't interfere with this monk's cultivation!"

  Yang said on the side: "This little monk really doesn't know what's good for him. My son kindly diagnoses your illness, but you don't appreciate it."

  Hui De was surprised, looking at Wang Ping An's skilled technique and accurate diagnosis. This is an extremely experienced doctor, this kind of experience can't be learned from books, it must come from practice. Could it be that this young monk often treats people's illnesses? He asked: "Wang Xiao Shizhu, can my fellow disciple's illness still be saved, can it be cured?"

  Wang Ping'an nodded and thought for a moment: "It's a bit difficult to cure, it'll take some time!"

  "If you can be cured, that's it. If it takes time, I'll prepare a Zen room for you, please stay a few more days, King Xiao Shizhu...". Hearing that he could be cured, Hui De was overjoyed. This little brother's status is quite special, and it's said that he may take over the Linggan Temple in the future, so he must curry favor with him.

  Before he could finish speaking, Wang Pingan said: "The deafness can be cured in a moment, but the wind and cold are more difficult to treat. At least two days and four doses of medicine will be needed."

  Hui De was taken aback, unable to speak further. His nose suddenly hurt and he felt like he was going to pass out from anger. How could it not hurt?! He was extremely annoyed in his heart. What kind of illness is deafness? What kind of illness is wind chill? Where's the logic that deafness can be cured in an instant, but wind chill takes two days? Isn't this just nonsense, fooling around with monks?!

  "If I weren't a monk, I'd smash your head with this board! Huidi thought to himself, but said aloud: "This joke is going too far, Wang Xiaoshi, don't be ridiculous. Deafness is a serious illness, how can it be cured in just one moment?" His face was filled with bitter laughter."

  Wang Ping'an smiled and thought to himself, "This host is not easy to deal with. He has to accompany us for meals, flatter us, and now he thinks I'm talking nonsense, but still has to put on a smiling face!" He said, "Is there a silver needle in the temple? Bring it to me."

  Although Hui De did not believe it at all, he still came out of the Zen room and took the silver needle for him. Hui Zheng closed his eyes again and recited Buddhist scriptures by himself. Fortunately, he couldn't hear what Wang Ping'an said, otherwise he would have thought that he was just amusing himself!

  Yang said, "Son, this illness looks quite serious, can't even hear the sound, if it's not treated well, let's go, lest we lose face!" She didn't care about Hui Zheng hearing or not, but rather was concerned about her son's face.

  Wang Ping'an smiled and said: "It looks serious, but it's actually not. Mother doesn't have to worry, the son is cured."

  Ding Danru looked at Wang Ping'an and then at Hui Zheng, suddenly saying: "Young master, don't say that this illness is easy to cure, otherwise others won't acknowledge your kindness."

  Wang Ping'an nodded and said, "That's right, I'll scare them a bit later."

  Yang and Ding Danru burst out laughing together!

  White Tiger Decoction

  Source: "Discussion of Cold Damage"

  Composition: Zhimu 18g Gypsum 30-45g (powdered) Licorice root 6g (stir-fried) Glutinous rice 18g

  Method of use: Take the above four flavors, with 1 liter of water, cook until the rice is cooked and the soup is formed, remove the sediment. Take 200ml each time, three times a day.

  Function: Clearing heat and generating fluids.

  Indications: Typhoid fever with yangming heat excess, or warm disease with heat in the qi aspect. Strong fever, flushed face, thirst and desire to drink, dry mouth and tongue, profuse sweating, large and forceful pulse. Currently used for epidemic encephalitis B, epidemic meningitis, lobar pneumonia, summerheat stroke, etc., belonging to heat in the qi aspect.

  Fang Zhong Zhi Mu, Shi Gao clears the lung and stomach of heat and relieves restlessness and thirst; Gan Cao and Jing Mi nourish Qi, generate fluids, and harmonize the middle Jiao. The four flavors combined share the function of clearing heat and generating fluids.