Lu Xiu let go of his fingers and exclaimed, "Ah, I just calculated that something would happen today, and indeed it did! Look, isn't this perfect? Someone has come to our doorstep. As long as they call me Wang Xian's younger brother, the Peaceful Little Divine Doctor, then it must be a patient who has arrived!"

  Zhao Bi said: "Aren't you calculating the evil spirits in the imperial court? How did you calculate it to Wang Xian's head?"

  Wang Ping An stood up, clapped his hands and shouted: "I'm here, what's the matter?" As he spoke, he didn't stop moving his feet and quickly walked out of the garden!

  Outside the garden, there was a person standing, who was the old gatekeeper. This old gatekeeper was unusually calm and no longer had the expression of looking at people with disdain, but instead had a worried face. Seeing Wang Ping'an come out, he quickly stepped forward and said: "It's bad, it's bad! The plague has appeared in the city, and they've even carried the patients who got the plague to our academy gate!"

  "Ah, plague?" Wang Ping'an was taken aback and immediately took off running, asking without looking back: "What kind of plague is it? How many people have been carried away?"

  The old servant followed behind, shouting loudly: "There are more than a dozen of them, all carried by people using door boards!"

  Zhao Bi and Lu Xiu were originally following along to see the excitement, but as soon as they heard the word "plague", they immediately stopped in their tracks.

  Zhao Bi swallowed her saliva and said: "My head hurts a bit, this...this..."

  Lu Xiu wiped the sweat and said, "Me too! Oh no, my stomach is a bit uncomfortable, I need to go to the toilet!" He turned around and walked away, but the direction he was heading wasn't towards the toilet.

  Zhao Bi called out: "My stomach doesn't feel well either, let's go together!"

  The two of them were both afraid of the plague and neither dared to go out with Wang Ping'an to see patients.

  Wang Ping'an ran to the outside of the door, just this short distance, and was already sweating profusely, with beads of sweat rolling down his face! He saw dozens of people standing outside the door, men and women, old and young, who looked like refugees fleeing from a disaster-stricken area!

  There were several wooden boards on the ground, and it was unclear where they had been dismantled from. There were also several tattered grass mats. The patients lay on them, with a few groaning incessantly, while most of the patients were completely silent, lying motionless.

  "Wang Ping'an asked, 'What's going on? How long have they been ill?' As he spoke, he quickly walked over to a patient who seemed to be in the most serious condition, squatted down beside him, and began to take his pulse."

  The patient lay on the mat, motionless and silent, with his eyes tightly closed, looking as if he had just died.

  Someone next to him replied, "It's already been two days. I thought it would pass quickly, but unexpectedly, today he became like this!"

  Some people said: "Many people have contracted this disease, some are mild and some are severe. There are no doctors outside the city, so we can only carry them into the city. It was a big hassle to enter the city!"

  Wang Ping'an pressed down on the patient's wrist, and suddenly felt a great shock. This patient had no pulse at all! The situation was very serious! He took a deep breath to calm himself, and then went to take the other hand of the patient, only to find that there was still no pulse. Only when he pressed the chi pulse down to the bone did he feel a faint thread-like sensation.

  Wang Ping's forehead was sweating profusely, and he didn't even bother to wipe it away. He hastily asked, "Are their illnesses all the same symptom?" As he asked, he went on to take the pulse of other patients, only to find that their pulses were basically the same, with no significant difference.

  A refugee said: "They are all about the same, they all started with cold hands and feet, then said their waist hurt, then began to have diarrhea, and then became like this!"

  Wang Ping'an felt a patient's body and asked: "How are you feeling?"

  The patient's condition was slightly better, and when Wang Ping'an asked, he said: "Cold, whole body cold!"

  Wang Ping'an nodded and asked again: "What about their drowning situation?"

  The refugees around him didn't quite understand his question, but some of them did. One immediately replied: "Their urine isn't much, a bit red, and a bit yellowish, but I haven't seen how they urinate, they all have diarrhea!"

  Wang Ping got up, turned around in two circles on the ground, muttering to himself. After a moment, he squatted down again to take the patient's pulse and check their symptoms.

  After a while, he stood up and said: "Shaoyin is transformed from water to cold, this is Shaoyin injury cold, and also has diarrhea symptoms, it is an injury cold with diarrhea disease..."

  Before he could finish speaking, countless soldiers came running from the other end of the street, led by an official! The official was none other than Dai Shi-Qiang, the Sima of Xuzhou!

  Dai Shi Qiang led the soldiers running forward and shouted: "Is it these people? Is it them?"

  There was a young officer in the team who ran with a red face, his face covered with oily sweat, panting heavily, saying: "It's them, it's them!"

  It turned out that the refugees were carrying patients into the city, saying they wanted to find a doctor. At that time, the gatekeeper soldiers did not allow them to enter, but they couldn't bear their bitter pleas and saw that the patient was indeed dying, so they took pity on them and let them carry the person in to seek medical treatment!

  After the refugees entered, the gate-keeping officer felt more and more uneasy. So many people were ill, could it be a plague? As soon as he thought of the plague, he almost fainted. How had he been so confused earlier that he let people into the city? If it was really a plague, the consequences would be unthinkable. He couldn't bear the responsibility even if he lost his head! In extreme fear, he personally ran to the government office to report the matter.

  At this time, the one on duty in the government office was Dài Shì Qiáng. Because of the heat, Mǐ Yuǎn Guó started to feel dizzy again and made an excuse not to come, so it was decided that only he would go! When he heard from the gate guard officer that someone suspected of having contracted the plague had entered the city, he almost fainted on the spot. Mǐ Yuǎn Guó was pretending to be dizzy, but Dài Shì Qiáng was about to truly faint!

  Not a moment's delay was dared, and in haste a troop of soldiers were summoned to follow him out of the yamen to search for someone. Along the way they inquired and searched, and soon found this place!

  "Get back, get back! Don't go near them!" he shouted. He himself also retreated to a safe distance and called out to Wang Ping'an and the others: "What disease do these people have?"

  Wang Ping'an saw that so many people had come suddenly and hurriedly said: "It's a severe cold, it's quite serious, it needs to be treated immediately!"

  Dai Shi Qiang stamped his foot and shouted: "I knew it was no good! Quickly, drive them out of the city, catch them, catch them!"

  The soldiers were also shocked, looking at each other in dismay. Although they were called soldiers, they were only local militiamen and not the elite imperial guards, so their discipline was far from comparable. If it were the elite imperial guards who had arrived now, even if there were a sea of knives and fire ahead, as long as the officer gave the order, the imperial guards would have to charge forward with determination. But the local militiamen were different; facing the plague, everyone had to think about their own safety first. If they couldn't avoid it, they could just take off their uniforms and go home to hug their children!

  Dai Shi's face turned stern, and he shouted: "Quickly go fetch a doctor to come and make a diagnosis. Don't delay any further. If it is the plague, deal with it immediately. If not, send him to the pharmacy and let the doctors handle it!"

  The soldiers didn't have the guts to catch the patient, but they were skilled at catching doctors. At the command of Governor Sima, the soldiers immediately ran out and soon brought a doctor back!

  This doctor is very old, over seventy years old. What's the matter with him? I didn't provoke anyone, and just a few days ago I was caught once, almost breaking my old bones. Today I'm caught again, are they trying to torment me to death?!

  The old doctor was resentful in his heart, but he had no choice. He was taken to the front of Dai Shi-qiang, and Dai glared at him with a stern expression, saying: "You go take a look at those people who have contracted the plague, see what kind of plague they've got, and come back to report to me!"

  As soon as he heard of the plague, this old doctor was also frightened out of his wits. What bad luck! How did I get saddled with this affair!

  The old doctor was pushed and pulled by the soldiers, came to the patient's side, took his pulse and examined him, and roughly replied: "Tell the master that it is not a serious plague, just a summer injury!"

  Wang Ping'an had been watching from the side, and when he heard the old doctor shout out such words, he hastily said: "I'm telling you, old sir, you'd better examine carefully, this isn't a heatstroke, but rather a cold injury! You should take another good look at the symptoms, you haven't even asked..."

  The old doctor was already unhappy in his heart, and seeing a young whippersnapper questioning his diagnosis, the fire in his heart finally had a place to vent. He scolded Wang Ping'an fiercely: "You little brat, what do you know? On such a hot day, how can it be cold? Don't pretend to understand if you don't!"

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  Digestive medicine and diet

  Bitter melon and bok choy noodles

  Recipe: Spinach 30g, fresh melon 30g, water 100g, salt 1.5g, MSG to taste.

  Production: 1. Spinach washed clean after, into boiling pot blanch a little, picked up, cut into spinach paste.

  After the water is out of the surface, put it into the soup and cook for about 5 minutes. Add spinach and papaya and cook until cooked, add salt and monosodium glutamate to taste.

  Culinary uses: used as staple food.

  Efficacy: Clear summer heat, regulate qi, open stomach and digest food. Suitable for poor appetite and indigestion in summer.

  Contraindications: Those with deficiency of vital energy and blood, or insufficiency of yin should avoid eating.