Hui De hurriedly caught up, grabbed Wang Ping'an's sleeve and insisted on treating him to a meal.

  Wang Ping'an smiled and said, "Didn't you just eat? Why are you inviting again?"

  Huī Dé accompanied a smiling face and said: "Breakfast has been eaten, but it's not yet time for lunch, little divine doctor, stay a while longer. At noon, I'll have the kitchen carefully prepare a good meal, and then let me do my best as host!"

  Wang Ping'an turned his head to look at his mother, Yang Shi was proud and complacent. Her son had indeed given her face, previously when her son had won the argument with Cheng Jisheng, it was at home, among their own family members, others might think they were bragging, but today was different, her son had cured the monk from Chang'an in front of the abbot of Bao Ta Temple. This time when she told her relatives and friends about this matter, no one would doubt it anymore!

  Yang nodded and said: "Since the host is so enthusiastic, then we'll bother you for another meal!"

  Wang Ping'an smiled and said, "Since the host is so enthusiastic, why not send someone to our house and invite my father too? After all, inviting three people is the same as inviting four!"

  Huidi saw that he was joking and laughed: "Exactly, exactly, I'll send someone to the donor's house to invite Old Master Wang to come too. Everyone can eat and drink together, it will be lively."

  A few people chatted and laughed, left the pagoda forest, and returned to the front hall. At this time, there were already many incense guests arriving at the main hall, coming and going, with incense smoke swirling inside, and voices rising and falling.

  Wang Ping'an and Yang said with a smile, wanting to go out of the temple to see the scenery. When passing by the main hall, he suddenly saw a man in brocade standing inside the hall, facing the Buddha statue and saying something loudly in a foreign language. But looking at his expression, it didn't seem like he was worshiping the Buddha or praying for anything from the Buddha, but rather cursing!

  The other incense guests in the temple glared at him with anger, some of whom understood the foreign language and even wanted to roll up their sleeves and beat him up!

  Hui De sighed and said: "This Hu merchant is here again, he has been coming every day for several days, it's really unbearable."

  Yang said with an odd tone: "What's going on? How can these barbarians be so rude, daring to shout and yell in front of the Buddha? You're the host, why don't you do something about it?"

  Hui De's face turned red, and he said: "This Hu Shang has been suffering from a strange illness for over ten years. He has seen countless doctors, but none of them have been able to cure him. Last year, he came to our humble temple to make a vow and donated 10,000 taels of incense money..."

  "Wang Ping'an was shocked and said: '10,000 yuan!' He felt a bit uncomfortable in his heart. He had thought that 1,000 yuan was already a big sum of money, but he didn't expect someone to donate 10,000 yuan ahead of time just for making a wish. It seems that although his family is a wealthy one, compared to the rich merchant Hu, their financial resources are still far behind."

  Huidao said: "Yes, originally he promised that if the illness got better, he would donate another 30,000 yuan. But a year has passed and there is not even half of an improvement in his illness. So he wants me to return the money for the incense oil, but this poor monk has already used it all to repair the temple, and can't repay it immediately!"

  "How can this be, the offerings to Buddha are not something that can be taken back. Look at his appearance, he has a crazy expression, his heart is not sincere in serving Buddha, how can the ancestors bless him!"

  Hui De hastily said: "Who says it isn't?" His eyes, however, darted towards Wang Ping'an.

  Wang Ping'an furrowed his brow and thought to himself, "What's he looking at me for? Does he think I'll take care of this trouble in the temple for him? This is our first meeting, and you're already asking me for help too many times!"

  Yang was most displeased with those who were disrespectful to the Buddha, and unexpectedly didn't let Wang Ping'an go see a doctor, instead pulling his son and heading out of the temple. Out of sight, out of mind; they might as well go take in the scenery!

  Suddenly, the big Han man who was shouting on the temple platform let out a loud cry and fell straight down with a loud crash, scaring away the incense guests, none of whom dared to go near him.

  Hui De slapped his bald head and exclaimed, "It's all gone wrong! The small trouble has turned into a big one!" He quickly entered the temple, helped up the barbarian Han, rubbed his chest and patted his back, secretly cursing in his heart. Barbarians are just barbarians, they don't even look for a good place to die, but instead come to my temple to cause me trouble!

  Seeing Hu Ren's great Han unconscious, he became even more anxious and shouted: "Wang Xiaoshi master, little divine doctor, you quickly come over to take a look!"

  Wang Pingan couldn't help but walk into the hall, bend down to examine the big Han of the barbarian, and saw that this big Han was about 30 years old, with brown curly hair and a brown beard, looking somewhat like a European. He patted the barbarian's cheek and said, "It's nothing, it's just qi rushing up to the top, and he fainted from exhaustion. Just pour a bowl of cold water on his head and he'll be fine."

  Hui De was just momentarily flustered, not that he didn't know how to treat the condition. Upon hearing Wang Ping An's reminder, he hastily ordered Little Monk to fetch a ladle of cool water and splashed it onto the face of the big bearded foreigner!

  The big Han woke up with a start, opened his eyes and saw Huidi's bald head. He suddenly jumped up from the ground, let out a loud belch and shouted: "You damned baldhead, hiding from me without daring to see me... uh, quickly... uh, quickly... uh, quickly return my... uh-uh..." While speaking, he kept on belching non-stop, his face turned completely red, unable to continue.

  Hui De stepped back two steps, dodging the spittle of the big Han Chinese man, and said: "A Yiding Shizhu, why must you come to our humble temple and cause such a commotion? Even if the Buddha did not protect you, can't you at least return the incense money with some courtesy? Is there any logic in this world like that?"

  The surrounding incense guests blamed this Hui person named Aiyidin, saying that he was not sincere in his heart, so the Buddha did not bless him. He still had the face to ask for incense oil money, truly shameless! The Hui people do not understand etiquette, as can be seen from this one instance!

  Aiydin was furious in his heart and wanted to argue loudly, but his hiccups kept going on and on. The more anxious he became, the worse the hiccups got, until he couldn't speak at all!

  Yang said, "Son, this man is so rude. It's just hiccups, what's the big deal? Hurry up and cure him, then get rid of him!"

  Wang Ping'an sighed, this old woman really knew how to find trouble for herself. He walked forward and said, "Don't be anxious, let's talk it over!" While speaking, he reached out to take Ayding's wrist, wanting to take his pulse.

  Aiydin was at the most agitated moment, when he suddenly saw someone stretching out his hand, thinking it was going to hit him, and hastily waved his hand, shouting: "What do you want... uh..." A loud snort came up, his eyes suddenly rolled white, and he fell straight to the ground with a loud thud!

  Hui De shouted: "Cool water, cool water, bring another dipper!"

  Wang Ping'an waved his hand and said, "Don't worry, he's excited after waking up, it's not good for the diagnosis. I'll just take his pulse like this." He grabbed Aiyiding's hand, pressed three fingers on her wrist, and took her pulse.

  At this time, there were about thirty or forty incense guests inside and outside the temple. Seeing Wang Ping'an's pulse diagnosis on the spot, they all came over to join in the excitement, asking whose young man this was.

  Yang saw that everyone's attention was focused on her son, and as a mother, she felt proud and kept telling the guests: "This is my son, Wang Ping'an, I'm his mother!"

  Hui De saw Wang Ping'an take action, and his heart was filled with gratitude. He naturally went all out to help Wang Ping'an gain fame. With his eloquent tongue, he vividly recounted how Wang Ping'an had won against Cheng Ji's life, adding flavor to the story. He also talked about how he had just cured his junior brother Hui Zheng's illness, speaking in a most wonderful and impressive manner. The crowd of guests couldn't help but exclaim in admiration!

  Wang Pingan suddenly said: "Master, does this Aiyadin come here every day to make trouble?"

  Hui De hastily said: "These past few days, he's been coming every day to cause trouble. It wasn't like this before. He's a merchant, transporting goods from Hu Di to Xuzhou, and can only make the trip once a year. That's why he made a vow last year, but this year he's come to stir up endless trouble."

  Wang Ping'an nodded and stood up, putting his hands behind his back and slowly walking around Aiding.

  The onlookers watched him with a mixture of curiosity and amusement, some of them chuckling and saying: "Little divine doctor, what's wrong with this barbarian? Why did he faint from hiccuping? Look at his belly, it's not even bloated, doesn't look like he ate too much."

  Wang Ping'an smiled and shook his head, saying: "If you're full and belch, then it's not an illness." He looked down at Aiyidin, thinking to himself that this big fellow didn't seem weak, and was quite wealthy. He should have seen many famous doctors and taken a lot of medicinal soups. Treating hiccups is actually treating stomach problems. Other doctors must have prescribed many established remedies, but since they couldn't cure it, it seems only unconventional methods will work now.

  "偏方", also known as "单方验方", refers to a prescription with few medicinal ingredients, but has unique therapeutic effects on certain diseases. Don't underestimate the power of "偏方", sometimes famous prescriptions can't cure stubborn and complicated diseases, but "偏方" can surprisingly achieve excellent results!

  After turning around twice, Wang Ping'an remembered a strange prescription and beckoned to Ding Danruo, saying a few words. The little girl's face showed a strange expression, wanting to laugh and being puzzled at the same time, she responded with a sound and hastily left the main hall, running towards the pagoda forest.

  Yang said: "Son, where did you let Dan go?"

  Wang Ping'an smiled and said: "Go find medicine for this Aiyidin!"

  Yam and Rehmannia Tea (Diabetic Diet)

  Ingredients: 3g of yam, 15g of radix rehmanniae. Method: Decoct the yam and radix rehmanniae in water for 30-40 minutes, then drink the decoction as tea.

  Efficacy: Drinking can lower blood sugar and reduce urine sugar in diabetic patients.