King Ping An's feet didn't stop, his hands clapped non-stop, but he said: "It hurts to clap, which means you have a problem with your body. However, if you were healthy and strong, you wouldn't be knocking on my door! Don't say much for now, continue clapping, I'll explain after you're done!"

  After a while, Yang also said: "Ping'an, I'm getting hurt from slapping too, how long do we have to keep slapping?"

  Wang Pingan said, "First clap enough two hundred times, don't stop until you've finished, and don't stop your feet either!" After another round of clapping, he said, "Okay, that's it for now!" His hands were hot from clapping, and he walked to the middle of the courtyard, signaling everyone else to stop as well.

  Yang said: "It's okay, I didn't know clapping was so tiring, my hands hurt!" The two little maids behind her were fine, feeling good.

  Wang Pingan said: "When clapping, your hands will hurt, that's for sure, it doesn't matter. You follow what I say and clap like this, if your body feels a bit uncomfortable, don't worry, this is a normal detox reaction. Hmm, what I'm saying isn't about poisoning and then pulling it out, but... but it's evil fire, which is hidden in your bodies but hasn't broken out yet, we're clapping to vent the fire!"

  He knew that the explanation was unclear, so he simply said it vaguely. In fact, when he spoke vaguely, ordinary people could understand him better. When he mentioned detoxification, they were frightened, but when he talked about relieving internal heat, they understood.

  Wang Ping'an clapped his hands twice and said, "Listen to the sound. If it's a hollow sound, like hitting a quilt, it means that inside your body... uh, you're not very healthy, so you need to clap more. If it sounds dull, then it means there's too much wind and cold in your body, and your waist and legs aren't doing well!" He glossed over the technical terms.

  As soon as he finished speaking, there was another round of applause in the courtyard, and everyone began to judge what kind of illness they had.

  Wang Pingan said, "At the beginning of filming, take 200 shots as a benchmark. Don't think it's too many. Later on, you'll get more and more. Gradually add them up, each time taking 1,000 shots. Anyway, don't worry about how many shots you take, just don't be reckless. Take until you feel comfortable."

  Yang patted his hands a few times and asked: "Son, why pat your hands while walking? It's a bit tiring!"

  Wang Ping'an came to his mother's side, looked at her hand and smiled: "It's okay, mom, you're fine. Why do people take pictures while walking? It's because as people get older, they are most afraid of heavy legs. If they sit down to take pictures, the blood in their body will flow down to their waist, which will make their legs even heavier. So taking pictures while walking is the best."

  He sat down in front of the desk and said, "After clapping for a while, various symptoms will appear. When you encounter such a situation, don't be afraid. This is a normal phenomenon of fire draining. Keep clapping and the fire will drain cleanly, then your body will be healthy."

  Several people squeezed forward and asked: "Ping'an Xiao Shenyi, is your clap really that magical? Can you cure all diseases?"

  Wang Ping'an smiled and shook his head, saying: "What I said was just a method of health preservation, a way to strengthen one's physique and reduce illness. If you still get sick, then you should see a doctor."

  "It wasn't a cure-all after all!" The person asking the question was somewhat disappointed.

  Wang Ping was secretly amused, thinking that there's no cure-all method in the world. If someone tells you there's a medicine that can cure all diseases, that person must be selling snake oil, don't believe him! He said: "Just clapping hands, it's good for your health, convenient to do, and doesn't cost anything, why not give it a try?"

  He then continued to take the pulse of the patients in the back, but the hospital became restless from then on. The sound of "pa" and "la" kept ringing out, and the queuing patients, having nothing to do, started clapping their hands to cure all diseases.

  Xiangtang Academy

  Qiu Wenpu put down his handkerchief and saw a patch of deep red on it. After taking the medicine prescribed by Cheng Jishi, he had another nosebleed, and this time it was even more severe than before. However, his condition did not improve at all, and the symptoms of his wind-cold illness became even more severe!

  Qiu Tingxuan was so anxious that he was sweating profusely, kneeling in front of his father's bed and saying: "Father, it seems that Cheng Jisheng is a charlatan who deceives the world with his reputation, but has no real skills. The prescription he wrote is even worse than...". Suddenly realizing that Cheng Jisheng was not worthy of being compared to Zhang Zhongjing, he changed his words and said: "His medical skills are too poor, harming people without realizing it, causing Father's condition to worsen. I'll go find him and reason with him!"

  "Take it easy!" Qiu asked Pu, enduring his headache, waved his hand and said: "You go out first, study hard, don't let your father worry, this cold is a minor illness, after a few days it will be fine!"

  Qiu Tingxuan had no choice but to agree, and not daring to disturb his father's rest, he went out of the house.

  Qiu Wenpu picked up the prescription written by Cheng Jisheng, looked at it again and again, feeling that the prescription was completely normal and error-free. He then picked up "Shang Han Lun" and looked at the Guizhi Tang, also feeling that it was suitable for the symptoms. But why didn't his condition improve, instead he had a nosebleed? The prescriptions were different, but the symptom of nosebleed was the same. Could it be that there was an error in one of the medicines?

  Comparing the two prescriptions, only the Guizhi was the same. Qiu Pu thought for a long time, sat up, picked up his pen and wrote another prescription, which was still Guizhi Tang, but he increased the dosage of Guizhi to five qian. After putting down his pen, Lao Shanzhu thought for a long time again, finally let out a long sigh, crumpled the paper into a ball and threw it under the table, increasing the dosage of Guizhi was a bit risky.

  Qiu Tingxuan returned to the academy, forcing himself to read books, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't continue reading. Suddenly, a servant came to report that someone from the Xuzhou educational administration had arrived, bringing a list and asking for the teacher's decision.

  Qiu Tingxuan took a look at the list and found it was the list of Xu Zhou's tribute students for next year's imperial examination. His name was prominently on the paper, ranked first.

  Don't look at the Xu Zhou academic administration being mighty and powerful on the surface, having the power to recommend virtuous and talented individuals to the imperial court, all local scholars and examinees fawn over him, but this academic administrator is actually a direct disciple of Qiu Wenpu. Without Qiu Wenpu's teachings from back then, he wouldn't have today's prestige and authority. Therefore, the academic administration deeply respects Qiu Wenpu. Every list of tribute students' names must first be reviewed by his respected teacher before being presented to Chang'an. If Qiu Wenpu wants to change the name list, he never dares to refute it.

  Qiu Tingxuan went through the list from top to bottom, carefully reading it once. He saw that most of the people on the list were disciples of Xiangtong Academy, including those he and his brother had mentioned last time. This list was extremely important, and he must immediately send it to his father for review.

  Qiu Tingxuan returned to the small courtyard at the back, but after entering the house, he found that his father was already asleep. He didn't dare wake up his father, so he put the list on the desk and pressed it down with a paperweight before quietly exiting the room. He thought: "Father's illness must be cured quickly, this list will probably need to be reported soon, and before that, Brother Xue will definitely come to ask for Father's instructions in person. If the illness is not better at that time, it will inevitably have some impact. What if other students who are not on the list in the academy make trouble?"

  Qiu Tingxuan ordered someone to prepare the carriage and hurry to Jisheng Hall. Cheng Jisheng happened to be in the hall, and suddenly saw the carriage from Xiangtong Academy rushing to the door of the pharmacy, so he knew that the prescription was not working well, and it was unlikely that they came to thank him, but rather to find fault.

  Actually, after he came back from Qiu Wenpu's place, he repeatedly analyzed the properties of the medicine in his mind and was certain that Qiu Wenpu had contracted wind-cold, not some obscure and difficult-to-treat disease. For Qiu Wenpu's illness, both Guizhi Tang and his own prescription were appropriate treatments. If it could be cured well, then there was nothing more to say; if it couldn't be cured, the problem must lie in the dosage of Guizhi. Based on his many years of medical experience, he could confidently say that the error definitely lay in the addition or subtraction of the dosage.

  Cheng Ji Sheng reopened a side, still the medical sage Zhang Zhongjing's handed down famous prescription Guizhi Tang, only he added Gui Zhi to six qian, such a large dose, he used it for the first time.

  Qiu Tingxuan quickly walked into Jisheng Hall and stood in front of the counter, looking at Cheng Jisheng without saying a word.

  Silence is more powerful than sound, and Cheng Jishi's cold sweat broke out. He picked up the prescription, slowly rolled it into a ball of paper, and hid it in his sleeve. He had encountered such things before, and even now he thought about them with fear. When he was working at the Taiyi Hospital in Chang'an, just because he made a small mistake, he was forced to resign and return to his hometown. Who is he facing now? That's none other than the famous Qiu Wenpu!

  The dose of Gui Zhi was increased, and if it were given to Qiu Wenpu, it would be a disaster. Not to mention the people of Xuzhou, who could not forgive him, but also those who were high-ranking officials in Chang'an, who were all powerful and influential figures!

  Cheng Ji Sheng ultimately didn't dare take out the prescription and said stiffly: "I'm not skilled enough..."

  Qiu Tingxuan hummed and said, "You know that's good! Is there any way to make up for it? Do I have to write a letter now and invite a doctor from Luoyang?"

  "There's no need for that! I recommend someone with exceptional medical skills, who can definitely cure Old Mountain Master's illness. His name is Wang Ping'an, and he lives in the village five miles outside the city!" Cheng Ji Sheng finally mentioned Wang Ping'an, and he had to mention him.

  "Is Wang Ping'an? If you're ill, go find Doctor Ping'an?" asked Qiu Tingxuan.

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  Chronic Gastritis Dietary Therapy - Kumquat Drink

  Prescription: kumquat 200g, white cardamom 20g, white sugar in moderation.

  Method: Add water to kumquat and boil over medium heat for 5 minutes, then add white cardamom and sugar, cook over low heat for a short while.

  Function: Soothing the liver and relieving depression, regulating the spleen and stomach.

  Usage: Take one dose daily, or eat at will.