Qiu asked softly, slowly turned around, looked towards the bed, saw his son and Cheng Ji were still there, between them stood a small teenager, only sixteen or seventeen years old.

  Qiu Tingxuan hurried forward, supporting his father to sit down. He said in a low voice: "He is from Wulicun, named Wang Pingan, and has some medical skills. He often treats people in the village without charging for medicine, and his character and ethics are good. However, he had a friend who contracted wind chill, and he didn't prescribe the right medicine, so he asked someone to bring him here to see my son. My son didn't want to get involved, but Wang begged him repeatedly, and he couldn't refuse, so he agreed to bring him here to see you, Father. If you have time, it would be a good deed to give him some guidance!"

  After finishing speaking, he looked at Wang Ping'an and thought: "Ping'an little divine doctor, Wang Da Shao Ye, please take care of me, I couldn't say that I'm standing in your courtyard, waiting for you to wake up from sleep before asking you to come!"

  Wang Ping'an raised his hands, bowed deeply and said: "Thank you, Master Qiu, for your help. I was able to meet Mr. Qiu only because of your assistance. I hope you can enlighten me, I am grateful!" His attitude was very respectful, giving face to Qiu Tingxuan.

  Qiu Tingxuan was grateful, and his good impression of Wang Ping'an greatly increased. He no longer cared about the unpleasantness before! Cheng Jisheng suddenly remembered that night when Hami mentioned that he had cried in front of the gate of Jisheng Hall, and some onlookers asked if the young doctor was his own privately raised son... Alas, if he were really his own son, it would be great, but unfortunately, there's no such luck!

  Qiu Wenpu, who is not only a renowned scholar but also a seasoned traveler, having been to all corners of the world in his youth and seen everything there is to see. He doesn't even need to think twice about what's happening right before his eyes, he can understand it at once!

  Haha, with a chuckle and two coughs, Qiu Wenpu shook his head and said: "Am I the kind of person who is narrow-minded? Can it be that a young boy knows medicine, and might even be better than me? Would I be jealous? Wouldn't let him treat my illness? If I were really like that, I would have been infuriated to death countless times during the Sui dynasty, how could I still be alive in the Tang dynasty?"

  He beckoned to Wang Ping'an and said, "Young man, come closer!"

  "Yes." Wang Ping'an responded, walking to the bedside and kneeling in front of Qiu Wenpu. As he got closer, he took a clear look at Qiu's appearance and thought: "Judging from his looks, he must be well-versed in the art of nourishing life. Logically speaking, those who understand nourishment should also know medicine. Even if they can't cure complex diseases, something like wind chill shouldn't be a problem, right?"

  At home, he pretended to sleep for a while and then came out of the study room to play with his parents in the backyard. Wang Youcai had repeated Cheng Jisheng's words to him, so he still had an idea about Qiu Wenpu's illness, just waiting for actual diagnosis.

  Qiu Wenpu said: "You young man are not bad, when I was your age, I wasn't as sensible as you! Hmm, who taught you medicine?"

  Although Xuzhou City's "former" number one doctor, Cheng Jisheng, was right in front of him, he also knew that this young man could not be Cheng Jisheng's disciple. Otherwise, Cheng Jisheng would have taken the initiative to introduce himself and handled everything personally, and wouldn't have let this young man speak so easily.

  Wang Pingan said, "As a junior, I have been ill for a long time and have become a doctor. At home, there are also many medical books. In my spare time, I flipped through them and understood some medical principles. There were neighbors nearby who couldn't afford to see a doctor, so I helped them take a look without charging any money. The villagers also loved to find me, and after repeated visits, I accumulated some experience."

  Similarly, it was a test of Wang Ping'an's medical skills. Qiu Tingxuan didn't make the cut and not only failed to pass the test but also got severely reprimanded. On the other hand, if it were Qiu Wenpu, it would be a different story altogether, just like chatting with an old friend, he could get to the bottom of things in just a few words.

  Qiu thought to himself that this young doctor's medical skills might not be very high, but he was similar to a traveling doctor, unable to cure serious illnesses, but having seen many cases, and being good at treating minor ailments. His own wind-cold condition should be manageable for him!

  He stretched out his hand and said, "As it happens, I've also caught a cold. Come and take my pulse to see if the symptoms are the same as your good friend's!" He said this with a smile on his face.

  Wang Ping'an nodded and said, "Three fingers pressed on the wrist to take the pulse." After a while, he asked, "From the pulse, it's floating big and slow, indeed wind-cold."

  Qiu Wenpu and Cheng Jisheng nodded together, but this also cannot explain that Wang Ping'an's medical skills are superb. After all, wind and cold are minor illnesses. If he can't even diagnose this, what else can he diagnose?

  Wang Ping'an looked at Qiu Wenpu's tongue coating again, asked about his symptoms, and found that although the room was warm, Qiu Wenpu had covered himself with three thick quilts, and there were sweat beads on his head, but he refused to remove the quilt!

  "He said: 'It can be diagnosed that Mr. Qiu is suffering from wind and cold, not other diseases that seem like wind and cold. Mr. Qiu doesn't need to worry!'"

  Qiu Wenpu and Cheng Jisheng nodded together again. Qiu Tingxuan asked, "Should we use the original prescription to treat him or come up with a new one?"

  Wang Ping'an hesitated for a moment and said: "No need for a new prescription, just use Guizhi Tang!"

  "Hey, it's Guizhi Tang again!" Qiu Tingxuan was greatly disappointed. He had spent a lot of effort to invite a young doctor, expecting a brilliant solution, but after messing around for half a day, he still prescribed Guizhi Tang. What kind of young doctor is this? Just a mediocre doctor!

  He thought so, but then heard Qiu Wenpu and Cheng Jisheng ask in unison: "How should Guizhi Tang be used?"

  Qiu Tingxuan was taken aback, what's going on? Why did Father and Mr. Cheng ask the same question at the same time? Isn't Guizhi Tang ineffective? After taking it, won't it cause Father to have a nosebleed?!

  Cheng Ji Sheng also walked up and sat down beside Wang Ping An, asking: "Is it a matter of addition or subtraction, which flavor to remove and which to add?"

  Qiu Wenpu also looked at Wang Ping'an, wanting to know the answer.

  Wang Ping'an shook his head and said, "Indeed, it is necessary to add or subtract the use of medicine, but it is not about adding or subtracting medicinal drugs, but rather increasing the dosage of one medicinal herb." Just as he was about to explain, he saw Qiu Wenpu wave his hand, and he stopped speaking.

  Qiu Wenda said: "After I took two doses of medicine without effect, I opened another prescription, just like Ping'an, and also increased the dose of one medicine!" He told Qiu Tingxuan: "There is a ball of paper under the table, pick it up."

  Qiu Tingxuan saw a crumpled paper ball under the table and quickly picked it up to hand over to his father. Qiu asked Pu not to hurry to unfold it, but instead turned to Wang Ping'an and said: "Why don't you write down how that medicine should be used first, let's verify it together, okay?"

  "Wang Ping'an said, 'Alright, then I'll write it!' He understood in his heart that Qiu Wenpu no longer called him a young man, but instead called him by name, which meant that his ideas were similar to Qiu's. Otherwise, others wouldn't be so polite to him. The two words 'Ping'an' not only represented closeness, but also recognition."

  "Count me in, too," said Cheng Jisheng suddenly. "To be honest, after I returned to the pharmacy, I thought it over carefully and felt that one of the ingredients in the Guizhi Tang was problematic, and the dosage wasn't suitable for Qiu Shan's illness. So I also wrote a prescription, which is also Guizhi Tang!" He pulled out a crumpled piece of paper from his sleeve, which was the prescription he had hidden away after seeing Qiu Tingxuan earlier, not daring to take it out at the time.

  Cheng Ji smiled and said: "Let's three of us verify it together, see which medicine needs to increase the dosage, and how much should be added?"

  Qiu Wenpu nodded and said, "It should be so!"

  Wang Ping'an picked up his pen and wrote down the name of the medicine and its dosage. The three others present took a deep breath after reading it!

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  Camphor Tea Duck

  Recipe: 1 fat duck (about 1500g), 100g of camphor wood chips, 50g of tea leaves, 10g of Fritillaria cirrhosa.

  Method: Grind salt, Sichuan pepper, and Fritillaria into powder and apply it evenly to the inside and outside of the duck. Marinate for 2 hours. Place a large iron pot over high heat, lay scallions flat on the bottom, then mix and spread sawdust and tea leaves on top. Put the duck on a wooden rack above the mixture, about an inch away, cover with a lid, and smoke for 10 minutes. Flip the duck over and smoke again until it turns yellow. Remove and place in a steamer basket, add ginger slices, steam until 80% cooked, remove and drain excess water. Then put it in vegetable oil to deep-fry until golden brown, remove, cut into pieces, and serve on a plate sprinkled with Sichuan pepper powder and MSG.

  Function: Invigorating spleen and resolving phlegm, relieving chest tightness and regulating Qi.

  Usage: Take with meals.