Listening to Qi Huan's question, Wang Ping'an was surprised again, and a hesitant expression appeared on his face. He didn't know how to say some things to the Qi father and son.

  Mr. Qi's illness belongs to the category of rheumatic arthralgia and asthma, which is not easy to cure, especially under the medical conditions of the Tang Dynasty. However, the difficulty in curing this disease does not lie in the lack of medicine, but rather in the trust relationship between the patient and the doctor. If the patient's trust in the doctor is slightly lacking, the doctor will not even dare to prescribe medication, let alone cure the disease! The reason lies in the fact that the treatment process is quite frightening, involving violent vomiting of blood!

  In modern times, there was a medical expert who was considered a master of his craft. He cured this type of illness in just a few days and documented the treatment method in detail in his medical book for future generations to study. However, this master also specifically noted in his book that this method is risky and requires full cooperation from both the patient and their family members; otherwise, the treatment would be impossible to continue halfway through. As a renowned expert, he didn't need to worry about whether patients trusted him or not - once they sought his help, they had to trust him completely. But other doctors, especially those who were not well-known, might not have been so fortunate if they used this method; the patient would likely be scared to death even before being cured, and their family members would also be frightened out of their wits!

  Seeing Wang Ping'an's face not looking too optimistic, Qi Huan's heart sank, and he said: "Wang Xian Di, I offended you a lot just now. I had someone brew a good pot of tea earlier, it's placed in the front hall, why don't I accompany you to taste it first?" His meaning was very clear, whatever we have to say, let's go out and talk about it, don't say it in front of his father.

  Wang Ping'an nodded and was about to leave with him. But Qi Lao Da slapped the bed frame, scolding: "What can't be said here? Afraid someone will hear it? You disobedient son, stand aside and listen!"

  "King Xiaoge, is this illness of mine really that hard to cure? If it's too difficult for you, then don't bother treating me. I'm not afraid of anything while I'm alive, and I won't be afraid of anything when I'm dead either. If the King of Hell himself dares to bully me, I'll fight him head-on!"

  Wang Ping'an burst out laughing and shook his head, saying: "Old Master Zhuang is joking, this illness can be cured, but the treatment method is strange, you have to spit out a lot of blood in big mouthfuls, ordinary people who see so much blood will be scared half to death, if they faint halfway through, the blood won't be fully spat out, that would be very troublesome!"

  "Old Qi asked: 'How much do you want to spit out?' He pointed to the sputum bowl under the bed: 'Do you want to fill it up?'"

  Wang Ping'an hastily shook his head: "No need for that, such a big phlegm-filled cough would be fatal... but at least it'll take half a day to get better!"

  Wang Youcai listened to the coughing sound beside him, and made a gesture to his son, saying: "This phlegm is not small, I think it's at least two liters. Even if you spit out half of it, it should be at least one liter. Spitting so much blood, even if it's stagnant blood, can't stand it! Don't talk nonsense, my son!"

  He still had confidence in the doctor's medical skills, but when he heard that he would have to spit up a liter of blood, he became a little scared. Who is Qi Lao Da? He was the former commander of the Imperial Guard, and who is Qi Huan? He is the current commander of the Imperial Guard! If they really made Qi Lao Da spit out something bad, Qi Huan would have to lead his troops to flatten the village of Wulicun, and at that time, no one would be able to reason with him.

  Qī Huán listened on the side, a layer of cold sweat breaking out on his forehead, shaking his head and saying: "Isn't there a more peaceful way to treat this? Using the method of spitting blood is a bit too risky!"

  Wang Ping certainly knew his father's meaning, and he was also a little afraid of getting into trouble. Although this prescription had a precedent, he had never used it before. This was the first time he used it, although he clearly knew its effectiveness, but he was also a bit unsure. What if Old Qi had other underlying conditions? In these times, you couldn't just do a full-body examination. If the strong medicine stirred up the old man's other ailments and something went wrong, even if they investigated afterwards, it would be hard to explain!

  Qī Lǎo Dà saw their hesitation and head-shaking, couldn't help but laugh, saying: "Wáng Xiǎo Gē thinks that our family hasn't seen blood before? One sight of blood and you faint? You don't know what our family used to do? Our family used to be in the business of tasting blood on the blade! Not just half a bowl of blood, even if it's an entire river dyed red with blood, our family has seen it, more than once!"

  Wang Ping'an shook his head and said, "Old Master Zhuang was a good man in the past, but time is unforgiving. Now..."

  "Qi Lao Da slapped the bed board and shouted: "What are you talking about, Wang Xiao Ge? Are you looking down on our family because we're old and can't take it anymore? Think back to when... Hmph! I'm afraid if I tell you, you won't be able to sleep at night! Our own illness is clear to us, it's just a matter of dragging out the days. Since we know it's hopeless, what difference does it make whether it's sooner or later? Just let go and treat it then! A real man shouldn't be so timid!"

  This made Wang Ping'an furious, you're not even afraid of being tortured like this, what's there for me to be afraid of? He made up his mind and waved his hand: "Alright, let's try it out. If I can't cure you, I'll die with you!"

  "Wang Youcai hastily said: 'No no, Ping'an you mustn't say that! Master Zhuang's illness you will definitely cure it well!'"

  Old Qi burst out laughing: "Look, your dad can't bear to part with you. Good kid, you have guts, our family likes that. If you were born a few decades earlier, I'm afraid you would also be a good fellow!"

  With a loud "hmmph", he sat down on the chair and said: "Wang Xiongdi, if you can cure my father's illness, I'll thank you for the rest of my life. Don't dare say it elsewhere, but within this Xu Zhou area, whoever dares to offend you, I'll go to their house and kill their whole family! But if you can't cure him... Hmph, then I won't be a traveling official anymore!" The implication was clear: if he couldn't cure him, he would first kill Wang's whole family, then flee the country.

  "Old Qi grunted, 'You rascal, you're only good at causing trouble. Don't listen to him, Xiao Wang. If you treat the illness for that family, it's enough. Even if you can't cure it, they won't blame you!'"

  Wang Ping'an gritted his teeth and said, "It's definitely curable!" He also got angry, and without saying more, he sat down at the table, spread out a piece of paper, picked up a pen and wrote out a prescription. With a few quick strokes, he finished writing one prescription and handed it to Qi Huan, saying, "This is the asthma treatment!" Then he picked up his pen again and wrote another prescription, saying, "This is the channel-opening treatment!"

  Qizhuan took over the prescription and read it out loud: "Lai Fu Zi, Su Zi, Jing Jie Zi, Wa Ling Zi...... why are they all 'Zi'?"

  "Go on reading down, it's all skin from now on!"

  Qizhuan held up the prescription, close to the candle flame, and read: "Dafupi, jupi... this word is read as luo ba, lianpibing... Alas, Wang Xian Di, why did you prescribe so many zi ba pi? Can it be effective?"

  Wang Ping'an smiled dryly a few times, thinking to himself: "This is an imitation of the Five Sons and Five Skins Drink. I've already modified it for use, otherwise if I were to prescribe the original formula, you'd be in for a real scare." He said: "Take a look at the second prescription."

  Qizhuan read it again, first because he had seen the prescription and was confident in his heart, secondly to let his father listen. When he read "red small bean skin", he frowned slightly, and continued to read on. When he read "evening silkworm sand", he put down the prescription and said to Wang Pingan: "Wang Xian-di, I've never heard of evening silkworm sand before, but I do know what silkworm sand is - isn't that just silkworm dung? You're trying to cheat my dad!"

  Some things can't be explained to people who don't understand medicine, so there's no need to explain it literally, just tell them the result. Wang Ping'an said: "Lao Zhuangzhu's illness is peculiar, so we also need to use peculiar medicine to cure it, this medicine is not bad, after taking it, the illness will be cured!"

  "Oh, I see!" Qi Huan nodded and put the prescription in his bosom, saying: "I'll hurry out of the village now and wait at the city gate. As soon as the gate opens tomorrow morning, I'll find a pharmacy to grab the medicine!" He was a straightforward person, once he decided to trust Wang Ping'an, he wouldn't hesitate or ask questions, just following his instructions. Either don't believe it, or believe it all the way!

  Bidding farewell to her father, Qihuan mounted her horse and left the village, heading towards Xuzhou City.

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  Paeonia and Astragalus Decoction for Tonifying Qi

  Chronic Gastritis Dietary Therapy - Yin Deficiency of Stomach Type

  Prescription: 250g of lean pork, 12g of white peony, 12g of dendrobium, and 4 red dates.

  Ingredients: lean pork cut into pieces, white peony, stone lotus root, and red dates (pitted) washed clean. Put all ingredients in a pot, add water to cover, bring to a boil over high heat, then simmer for 1-2 hours over low heat, season to taste.

  Function: Tonify stomach and nourish yin to stop pain.

  Method: Drink soup and eat meat.