Qī Huán saw that her father was already paralyzed, so she wanted to put him back on the bed. But Wáng Píng ān shouted: "No, no! Let old Zhuāngzhǔ stand for a while first, don't lie down immediately!"

  Qizhuan hastily replied, still supporting Qi Lao Da. He looked down at the bed, his eyes fixed on the dark purple blood clots, and anxiously asked: "Wang Xiongdi, with my father losing so much blood, will he be okay?"

  "Don't worry, it's okay. The blood clots are just stagnant blood, they're redundant. Actually, Master Zhuang's normal blood hasn't been lost at all, you don't have to worry!"

  Hou Xiufu's face turned pale, and he stood still on the spot. He had been practicing medicine for a long time, but this was the first time he had seen such a treatment method. In medical books, he often saw the "tu" character, which referred to vomiting or spitting up blood, and he had even used it himself when treating patients. But this method of inducing vomiting of blood was something he had never seen before. If someone else had told him about it, he would have found it hard to believe - how could a person vomit so much blood and still not die? It was truly an extraordinary thing!

  Wang Youcai didn't dare turn his head back, he just loudly recited "Amitabha Buddha", the more he recited, the faster and louder his voice became!

  He stood like this for a short while, about the time it takes to drink half a cup of tea. Suddenly, Qi Lao Da spat out several mouthfuls of blood foam and said: "Ah, I feel much more comfortable now! The air in our house can be considered as having been vented!"

  Wang Ping'an saw him speak up and felt a sense of relief, saying: "Alright, Old Master Zhai can sit down now!" He Qi and He Qirong put He Lao Da back on the bed.

  Qī Lǎo Dà glanced at the purple-black blood clots on his body and beside him, and suddenly smiled: "When I was young, I once suffered a knife wound. At that time, the war was intense, and it was impossible to bandage immediately, so I could only let the blood flow out. It flowed all over my body, but compared to now, it seems that the blood I shed back then wasn't much!" He finished speaking in one breath, without panting or coughing. Although his chin was covered with bloodstains and looked quite ferocious, his tone and speech speed returned to normal!

  Wang Ping thought to himself, "Can normal blood and stagnant blood be compared? If you had bled a liter of fresh blood back then, you would have met King Yan by now, and there wouldn't be the current Qi Huan brother!"

  "Father, your belly has shrunk!"

  Qī Lǎo Dà lowered his head and took a look, and indeed his belly had shrunk by one circle. He smiled and said: "Good! Wang Xiǎo Gē's medicine is really effective!"

  Wang Youcai heard him speak and hurried over from the doorway, calling out: "Old Master Zhuang, you've recovered from your illness?"

  "Alright, of course it's alright. This is all thanks to you, Wang Lao Ge, for reciting the name of Amitabha Buddha. The Buddha heard your prayers and that's why someone in this household has recovered!" After saying this, he burst into loud laughter, his energy full and robust.

  Wang Ping'an hastily said, "Old Master Zhuang, don't laugh so loudly. Your illness is severe, how can you recover so quickly? I just used the asthma-relieving formula earlier, and next we need to unblock the meridians and relieve numbness. However, the subsequent medicine cannot be taken in this way. Today after noon, take the first dose, and then for three days, one dose per day. Only on the fourth day can Old Master Zhuang's illness be said to be better!"

  "It'll take four days, so long?" Qi Huan was a bit anxious, wishing his father's illness would get better immediately.

  Gouxiu stood by the side, finally coming back to his senses from a stunned state, muttering: "Such a serious illness, cured in just four days, so fast..."

  Wang Youcai was still a bit worried, after all, his son had never treated such a serious illness before. He asked: "Ping'an, what should we do now? Should we move Old Master Zhuang to another place to recover from his illness? This bed is covered in blood..."

  Wang Pingan said: "Right, right, we should change places."

  Qizhuan said: "Our village doesn't have anything else, but there are plenty of houses, all ready to move in. Let's take my father somewhere else, how about the Flower Hall?"

  "This is your home, of course you have the final say!"

  His smile made Qi Huan feel a lot more at ease. He shouted loudly and ordered the servants to come in and carry his father away to the flower hall to rest and recover from his illness.

  Wang Youcai walked up and said in a low voice: "Son, you've recovered from your illness, shouldn't we head back home? I'm afraid your mother is worried!"

  Wang Ping'an shook his head and said, "I still can't leave. I'm a doctor, and Old Master's illness hasn't fully recovered yet. I need to take care of him by his side. Otherwise, Father, you go back first and tell Mother, so she won't worry!"

  Taking a glance at Qi Huai, who was busy lifting Qi Lao Da, Wang You Cai lowered his voice and said: "Once the favor is done, it's settled. If you're by his side, he'll have to take the medicine you give him; if you're not by his side, he still has to take the medicine you give him - what's the difference?"

  "Wang Ping'an sighed: 'Dad, there's no such thing as saving someone halfway. I'm a doctor and Lao Zhuang is my patient. Whether I'm here or not doesn't make much difference, but what if something unexpected happens? It's not that I'm afraid of ten thousand things, it's just that one in ten thousand might happen! Besides, by staying here, I can put their minds at ease and help them stabilize their emotions, which will aid in the patient's recovery.'"

  Wang Youcai looked at his son for a long time, stretched out his hand and gently patted his shoulder, saying: "Good boy, with benevolence and righteousness, your parents have not raised you in vain! You treat others like this, in the future you will have friends all over the world, more friends and more roads, smooth sailing on every road!"

  Mr. Qi's condition improved, and Wang Youcai didn't stay long. He chatted with Mr. Qi for a while and then bid farewell to return home. When he heard that Wang Youcai was leaving, Qi Huan thought that Wang Pingan would not stay either. But when she learned that Wang Pingan had volunteered to stay and take care of his father, Qi Huan felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude that could hardly be expressed.

  He escorted Wang Youcai out of the village, repeatedly apologizing and making amends. In front of Wang Youcai, he ordered the strong men in the village to immediately change the course of the river and redirect the water back into the small western ditch. Not only that, but he also personally helped Wang Youcai onto his horse-drawn carriage and had someone select twenty fat sheep to be driven behind the carriage as a token of apology and consolation!

  Wang Youcai was over the moon with satisfaction. Such a ferocious and overbearing official of the Imperial Guard, would actually be so polite to his own commoner, bowing countless times and apologizing endlessly, all because he had a good son, and now he had something to brag about again!

  Hou Xiu saw Wang Youcai leave, but he didn't follow him. He wasn't a fool either. The Qi family was in an uproar, and he had already figured out that the great master wasn't Wang Youcai, but rather Wang Ping'an! He thought to himself: "I'm really getting old, this young man is only 16 or 17 years old, yet his medical skills are so impressive, it's astonishing. I wonder if he specializes in this field or is well-versed in all areas? I'll have to ask him carefully. If not, I'll swallow my pride and beg him to take me on as an apprentice!"

  He thought beautifully, Wang Ping'an wouldn't do anything to him, but Qi Huan wouldn't be polite with him. He ordered someone to give him a sum of hard-earned money and let him leave the villa and return to the city. Gou Xiu begged bitterly outside the door and refused to leave.

  Wang Ping's heart was not at peace, but he thought that although this person was a bit too utilitarian, if he got the prescription, he would be able to cure more patients in the future and reduce their suffering. Why should he begrudge the prescription? He picked up his pen and wrote out the original prescription for the two formulas, noting how to add or subtract from them as needed. Finally, he wrote that if in the future someone came to him with this illness, they must remember what had happened today and not use the prescription to seek personal gain, but only for the sake of money. He ordered his servant to deliver it to Kou Xiu.

  Houxiu took the prescription and looked at it, then stood outside the door for a long time. In his heart, he thought: "Such a good prescription is hard to come by, yet he actually gave it to me. He didn't ask who I was, but instead cared about a patient he had never met before. What a broad mind and noble medical ethics! This is what a true master looks like!"

  Kneeling down outside the gate, knocking his head three times, he finally left Fang's Manor and returned to Xuzhou City.

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  Rehmannia glutinosa and sheep kidney

  Prescription: Meat Guisu 30g, Sheep Kidney 1 pair.

  Method: Cut the lamb kidney into small pieces, remove the membrane and tendon, mix with soy sauce, starch, and yellow rice wine, marinate for a while. Add water to the Chinese angelica, boil for 20 minutes, filter out the residue and keep the soup. Then add the lamb kidney to the soup and continue boiling until the water boils, add scallions, ginger, salt, MSG, and sesame oil to season before serving.

  Function: Warm yang and smooth bowel movement.

  Usage: Take once daily, divided into two doses in the morning and evening.