"Yang shouted: 'My son, my heart and soul, is your illness better?'"

  Wang Youcai exclaimed: "This prescription is really effective!"

  The servants of the Wang family were all cheering, they had just thought that the old master and mistress would send off the young master with white hair, but unexpectedly the young master got up from bed! Wang Ping'an was indeed their young master, the future head of the Wang family, and the young master they relied on for a living. He didn't die, which meant that their rice bowls wouldn't be smashed in the next few decades, so the servants were naturally delighted!

  The young apprentice of Jisheng Hall, however, had an expression that was completely different from the others. He was shocked to the point of almost fainting and couldn't believe what he saw before his eyes. Since he was a child, he had been an apprentice at Jisheng Hall. Even before he was born, Cheng Jisheng's reputation as a divine doctor had spread throughout Xuzhou. In his heart, Cheng Jisheng was like a god! He always firmly believed in one thing: if Master treated a patient and couldn't cure the disease, then no one else in Xuzhou City could cure it either; there was simply no such thing as an accident!

  But the scene before his eyes completely overturned Xiao Hua's previous understanding. Wang Ping'an, this sickly guy, was just half-dead a moment ago, lying in bed waiting for death, and the servants said he had given up all hope of recovery. But this sickly guy himself took some inexplicable medicine, and after eating it, he was actually able to get out of bed within half an hour!

  Is this possible? This is absolutely impossible! It's an illusion! The little guy slapped himself twice... Ouch, it's not an illusion!

  Ancient people often say that illnesses come like a mountain and go like pulling silk, saying that recovering from illness takes time. Modern people also think that traditional Chinese medicine is slow-acting, unlike Western medicine where you take the medicine and see immediate results! In fact, these perceptions are only half true. Does traditional Chinese medicine not have any fast-acting medicines? No, traditional Chinese medicine not only has fast-acting medicines but many of them! As long as you find the root cause of the illness and make a clear diagnosis, there are many illnesses that can be cured with just a few doses of medicine. Some seemingly severe illnesses may even see results after taking just one dose of medicine, and these cases are not uncommon!

  Traditional Chinese medicine, after thousands of years of refinement, is vast and profound, how can it be underestimated by others!

  Wang Ping's illness had not improved for a long time, and although the medicine he prescribed for himself was effective, he still couldn't run or jump around. He stood on the ground, panting heavily, his appearance disheveled but his spirit somewhat recovered. The half-dead look was gone. Ding Dan Ruo exclaimed with joy: "What are you standing there like a fool for? Hurry up and change your bedding!"

  The little girl came to her senses and hastily agreed, changing the wet bedding on the bed. Wang Ping'an had just lain down on it, she couldn't change all of them, now was a good opportunity, changed thoroughly. There were several spare bedding in the study, convenient to change.

  Yang gently supported Wang Ping'an and tears flowed again, saying: "Son, are you completely better now?"

  Wang Ping'an smiled and said, "It won't be that quick, at least five doses of medicine and three days' work are needed!"

  Yang asked: "Including today is three days, right?" She wished her son would get better immediately!

  Wang Ping'an nodded and said, "Mother is right, count today!"

  Yang was both shocked and delighted, holding onto Wang Ping'an's arm and crying: "My son! These days you've worried your mother to death, I almost didn't make it!"

  Wang Youcai also stepped forward and held onto Wang Ping'an's other arm, saying: "Old lady, what nonsense are you talking about? When your son is ill, you cry; when your son recovers, you still cry. All you know how to do is cry!"

  As Ding Danruo was changing the bedding, the old couple helped their son back onto the bed and were about to ask how this medicine was so effective and which book it came from. But then they heard someone shouting outside, turned their heads to look, and it was actually the young apprentice from Jisheng Hall!

  The young man couldn't care about politeness anymore, and in a few strides he rushed into the study, ran to the bedside, and reached out to grab Wang Ping'an's hand, saying: "It's impossible! If you don't take my family master's medicine, this illness can't be cured, it must be fake!" His expression was agitated, as if he had gone mad.

  Wang Youcai was furious, and with a backhand he slapped him, scolding: "What are you, who let you in, get out!" Saying that his son's illness is fake is just touching his taboo, how can he not be angry and hit people!

  The young man was slapped so hard that he spun around in a circle, and this slap brought him back to his senses. He shook his head, and only then did he remember that he was now in someone else's home, not the Jisheng Hall. Rubbing his cheek, he said with a bitter face: "Master Wang, please calm down, I had no ill intentions, I just wanted to take the young master's pulse!"

  Yang is now very dissatisfied with Jisheng Hall, eating their medicine almost killed her son, and now they come to talk nonsense. She said: "Really annoying, if you can take the pulse, you would have been independent and set up your own door long ago! Hurry up and go back to tell your master, let him pack up and not be a doctor anymore, change his profession to be a swindler, he is worse than any quack!"

  The young man's face turned red, wanting to defend his master for a few words, but didn't know where to start. When he came, the doctor sitting in the hall said that this prescription was useless, and even opened up laxatives and emetics, which were also decocted together. But now, the medicine that was said to be useless has miraculously cured Wang Ping'an's illness. Doesn't this prove from the opposite side that the medication at Jisheng Hall was wrong? That medicine was personally prescribed by Cheng Jisheng himself. He wanted to defend his master, but how could he defend him?

  Wang Ping'an saw his embarrassment and said, "Father, mother, don't say that about him. A great doctor still has skills, doctors prescribing wrong medicine is normal, my son's illness isn't cured yet, so let's not talk more!"

  Yang did not bother with the young shop assistant, sat on the edge of the bed and said: "My son is kind-hearted, it's all because of you!"

  Wang Youcai hummed and waved his hand: "Housekeeper, give him two strings of cash, send him away, don't let him stay here and get in the way!"

  The servant responded with a sound and was about to rush the young man out. However, the young man was reluctant to leave and stubbornly said: "Young master, didn't you say that I should give you a few more doses of medicine? I still need to decoct the medicine for you!" He wanted to stay behind to see if the medicine could completely cure the illness, so he could go back and explain it clearly to Cheng Jisheng, avoiding being scolded and remaining confused.

  Wang Ping'an said, "Thank you. Previously I was weak and couldn't direct my family to decoct medicine, now that I'm feeling better, I'll let the people at home handle it, you can go back, thank you for your trouble!"

  Ding Dan said in a low voice: "Young master, teach me how to decoct medicine, I learn things quickly."

  Wang Ping'an nodded, the little girl was gentle and considerate, and she was meticulous in her work. His own medical skills could be passed on to her.

  The young man could only leave and rushed out of Wang's mansion as soon as he left, his heart anxious to inform Cheng Jisheng about this matter as soon as possible.

  Yang saw that her son was better, so she asked: "Son, what do you want to eat? Mom will cook it for you herself. You've been eating too little these days, and mom is heartbroken!"

  Wang Ping'an thought for a moment and said, "Mother, boil some eggs for your son. Take a piece of ginger, mash it up and add it to the eggs and steam them until they're cooked. Your son has a weak stomach now and can't eat anything else."

  "Would you like me to make some ginseng soup or meat soup for you to nourish your body?"

  Wang Ping'an smiled and shook his head, saying: "White rice porridge is fine..." He glanced at Ding Danruo again and said: "You can add some pomegranate peel to the porridge. Now that my son is drinking this kind of porridge, it's just like a nourishing method."

  Ding Dan's face turned red and she lowered her head without making a sound.

  Yang said with a smile: "Alright, mother will make it for you."

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  Saisei-do

  Cheng Jisheng, known as the "Divine Doctor", went out to make a house call and didn't return until midnight. He was already over fifty years old, but still full of energy, which was related to his usual self-care. He had a handsome appearance, with beautiful whiskers, and just looking at his exterior, he didn't seem like someone in his fifties, but rather looked like he was just over forty.

  As soon as he returned to the Jisheng Hall, he saw that the lights were still on in the hall, and the doctor was guarding the store. Cheng Jisheng said curiously: "You are quite diligent today, it's so late and you haven't gone home to sleep yet."

  The doctor in the hall had a bitter smile on his face and said, "Sir, something happened today during the day. I've been waiting for you to come back, how dare I go to sleep first!" He then told the truth about what happened during the day and handed over the prescription.

  Cheng Jisheng's eyebrows furrowed as soon as he finished listening to his words, and after taking over Fang Zi, he immediately showed a look of anger. He had been practicing medicine for half his life, and with just one glance at the prescription, he knew something was wrong. He scolded: "You're really muddled! How dare you prescribe this kind of medicine to the Wang family? Don't you know that the young master of the Wang family has dysentery? Taking this medicine would be fatal! A doctor should have a parental heart, how can you be so irresponsible!"

  The doctor's face was full of grievance, saying: "I've said what I should say, and specially told Old Master Wang that we only sell him medicine, but not the prescription for his family's young master. His family's young master has a three-inch-long scar, which has nothing to do with our Jisheng Hall!"

  Cheng Ji's anger grew, and he scolded: "You only know how to shirk responsibility, but don't care about the patient's life or death. Is this what a doctor should do? How did I teach you in the past, have you forgotten? Moreover, why didn't you wait for me to come back, and let the Wang family leave with their eyes wide open? Aren't you harming people?"

  The doctor in charge knew Cheng Jishi's temper and was indeed a good doctor. If it weren't for his sense of responsibility, he wouldn't have gained the respect of the people of Xuzhou, nor would he be called a divine doctor. A doctor not only needs medical skills but also medical ethics!

  The doctor in the hall said: "Sir, don't worry, didn't I send an apprentice to follow him to the Wang's house? If something happens, the apprentice will come back and report!"

  Cheng Ji Sheng hummed and said: "Human life is at stake, can't be delayed!" He turned around and walked quickly out of the pharmacy, rushing to Wulicun overnight.

  The doctor who was sitting in the hall rushed out and shouted: "Sir, sir, at this time the city gate is closed, you can't get out!"

  White fruit fermented bamboo shoots Huai Shan porridge (nourishing stomach medicinal diet)

  Ingredients: glutinous rice 60g, white fruit kernel 15g, dried tofu skin 1 piece, Chinese yam 30g.

  Method: Rinse the japonica rice, soak the white melon seeds in clean water for a while, peel the yam, soften the dried tofu, and cook all ingredients in a pot until they are cooked, can be eaten regularly.

  Function: Tonifying liver and spleen, nourishing stomach, astringing lung and benefiting yin.