Wang Pingan and others returned to the wine building, had a big meal, and dispersed with joy.

  Under the repeated urging of Zhao Bi and Lu Xiuzhi, Wang Pingan drank two pots of wine. Although the alcohol content was low in the Tang Dynasty, he had not drunk for a long time, and today's drink made him slightly tipsy. After leaving the wine house, he did not return to the academy, but instead called Xiaoyuan to hire a carriage and returned directly to Wulicun.

  After arriving home, Mrs. Yang saw that her son had returned early, still reeking of alcohol, and couldn't help but ask: "Son, does the academy let out so early? It's more than an hour before sunset, how did you get back so quickly?"

  Wang Ping'an recounted the events, and Yang's family was overjoyed upon hearing them. It turned out that they had found a good doctor for their teacher's young grandson, which was a great thing. From then on, their son would not be bullied in school.

  Just as they were talking, a servant came to report that there was a guest visiting outside, and the accent sounded like someone from Chang'an. Wang Ping'an and Yang Shi both felt puzzled, guests coming from Chang'an, but who did they know in Chang'an?

  The servant led the guest in, and saw that he was wearing a gray long gown, probably over thirty years old, with a clever face, looking like a very good person at dealing with people.

  Wang Ping'an felt that this person looked a bit familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere before. He stood up and said: "I don't know how to address you, have we met before?"

  This man was very polite, and before he even entered the hall, he bowed his head, smiled, and stepped across the threshold. He said with a smile: "It's not that I've seen you before, but rather that I just saw you. Under the wind from the tiger, in Chang'an Yanlefang teaching, I just happened to see Ping'an Xiaoshen treating a sick child on the street while eating with friends at a wine tower in the city. I had an idea in my mind, wanting to have a conversation with Xiao Shen Yi, so I specially came to visit. Coming suddenly, don't blame me, Xiao Shen Yi!"

  Wang Pingan was taken aback, Chang'an Yanlefang? Isn't that an ancient entertainment venue? He understood medicine, but what did he have to do with them? Why would they want to see him? He said: "Mr. Feng, please sit down, I don't know what you want to talk to me about, is there a patient at home who needs me to take a look?"

  Yang did not leave and was still in the hall. She was advanced in years and didn't see the need to avoid outsiders. The old lady frowned, "Going out for a medical examination is fine, but going all the way to Chang'an is out of the question, unless it's next year!"

  "No, no, madam, you've misunderstood. I didn't ask the young doctor to come and see a patient. The road from Xuzhou to Chang'an is long and arduous, even if someone were ill, it's unlikely that a doctor would come all the way here!" Feng Zong said with a few chuckles, then revealed his true intentions.

  Originally, the Tang Dynasty was at peace under the rule of Emperor Taizong, and the extravagant atmosphere in Chang'an began to rise. Many royal families, merchants, and wealthy guests started to indulge in food, drink, and entertainment. The music industry also began to flourish. This Yan Music House is the largest music house in the capital, with more than 100 performers, and business is booming.

  In this era, the storytelling industry had not yet developed, but the singing business was booming. Music halls often compiled strange and unusual events into songs, which were sung to guests. If a song became popular, it would be adapted into an opera, performed for profit. This is somewhat similar to modern stage plays, and can be considered its earliest form.

  Feng Zongtiger not only trained in elegant singing and dancing, but also wrote scripts. He happened to come to Xuzhou on business and was drinking at a wine shop when he saw Wang Ping'an treating someone's illness. His curiosity arose, and he followed him to Chang Qingfeng's home, watching the whole process from start to finish.

  He was very interested in this matter, a family was going to have a wedding, the day before borrowing a happy bed, the child got sick, at a loss, crying on the street, and finally being rescued by a handsome and elegant young doctor. The young doctor eliminated all difficulties, carefully diagnosed, and finally found that the cause of the disease was actually a wooden bed...

  The wind from the tiger became more and more excited, and he stood up and walked around in circles in the hall. He said: "That wooden bed was originally a withered wood demon, and the wood demon hid in the bed to make trouble. After the little doctor found out the reason, his left hand used his fingers as a spear, and his right hand held a cold iron sword. He rushed towards the wooden bed and shouted loudly. The wood demon was so scared that its liver and gallbladder were broken, and it appeared in its original form from the bed, turned into a black air, and broke through the house to leave. From then on, the illness of the sick child was cured. Tens of thousands of people in Xuzhou gathered together in front of the little doctor, congratulating him on his success in exorcising the demon!

  Wang Ping'an was stunned, what was this all about? He was a good doctor, but he was being described as a heroic knight who could exorcise evil spirits and protect the righteous way. Could it be that he had the potential to become like Yan Chixia?

  Yang's mother was startled and cried out, "Oh dear, son! Didn't you say you were just going to take a look at that child's scabies? How did you end up encountering a monster? Were you hurt?"

  The wind from the tiger's side said: "Not a single hair was damaged, I was standing below and saw it clearly, I can be a witness!"

  Wang Ping'an shook his head and said, "Feng brother, isn't this fabrication a bit too much? There's no such thing as seeing monsters, it was just an ordinary medical examination. If you fabricate like this, who will believe it?"

  Feng Hu smiled and said, "How can no one believe it? Didn't the old lady just believe it earlier?" He laughed loudly and said, "Little divine doctor, don't worry. Today's matter has a legendary color to it. If we make it into a play, it will surely be popular in Chang'an. When Chang'an sets the trend, the whole world follows. Then everyone will know the name of the little divine doctor. This is a good thing!"

  Wang Ping'an was so shocked that he couldn't help but laugh and cry at the same time, shaking his head repeatedly. Yang's mother, however, looked both surprised and delighted, saying: "My son Ping'an can really make a name for himself all over the world? It's probably not easy to achieve just by talking about it, is it?"

  The wind from the tiger path: "Old lady, it seems you don't know the style of Chang'an. The stranger things are, the better they sell. Whenever our troupe comes up with a new tune, all the troupes in Chang'an will sing it, and the music halls of various provinces will follow suit. If you want to be famous throughout the land, it's not that it's too difficult, but rather too easy!" After saying this, he burst out laughing, thinking to himself that this trip to Xuzhou wasn't a waste after all, as he had obtained such a great legendary story. It seems that their troupe will have to come up with a new tune again.

  He then rushed to Wang Ping and bowed his hands, saying: "Little divine doctor, if only this story is compiled, it's feared that it will be hard to convince the world. If you can tell me more about your own experiences and enrich the plot a bit, that would be even better!"

  Wang Pingan said, "I think it's better to forget about it. What if this gets out and everyone thinks I can catch ghosts and demons? They'll all come knocking on my door asking me to take out the bell and yellow paper to exorcise them everywhere. How can I have any peace then?" He had drunk too much wine and was getting a headache, so he stopped talking and went back to his study.

  The wind from the tiger shouted: "A great man takes the affairs of the world as his own responsibility, like the common people... Alas, how can the earth walk so fast!"

  Yang pulled him back with a smile and said, "Feng Xiao Ge, my son has been quite legendary since he was young, studying medicine on his own. You quickly sit down, I'll tell you everything in detail, take note of it all, and later compile it into a song for the people of Great Tang to sing, to make my son famous!"

  The wind is blowing from the tiger's joy, the little doctor is not happy with Hu's fabrication, but his mother likes to make a mess and it's okay! He loves listening to folk tales about family affairs, now that he has Yang as a good partner, it's like wanting to sleep and someone brings him a pillow.

  He listened to Yang's words, nodding repeatedly, occasionally interjecting a few sentences: "Old lady gave birth to Xiao Shen Yi with heavenly red light? Hmm, this is indeed the sign of a celestial star descending to the mortal world. Xiao Shen Yi is self-taught? Ah, this must be the fulfillment of his being the Wen Qu star! Oh, he can create his own prescriptions? It seems possible that he's the reincarnation of Hua Tuo... actually, I've been thinking Xiao Shen Yi looks familiar, turns out he resembles the portrait of Hua Tuo..."

  Wang Ping'an was about to make a name for himself throughout the land, but others were still unaware. Chang Qingfeng got up early that day and went to the governor's mansion. As a civil officer of the mansion, he had been in office for over ten years and could enter the rear courtyard without going through the usual reporting procedures.

  As soon as they entered the backyard, they heard a commotion inside. Not only were the servants running around in all directions, but even the yamen runners were shouting loudly in panic!

  Chang Qingfeng pulled over a runner and asked: "What's going on today? Has something big happened in the yamen?"

  "The official shouted: 'What a big deal, what a big deal! The old master has fainted and when he came to, he cried uncontrollably. Our master saw him and also cried, then the lady cried, and even the young master cried. Now the entire rear courtyard is filled with crying!"

  Chang Qingfeng was stunned on the spot for a long time and couldn't come back to his senses. What's going on? Why is the old man crying all of a sudden?

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