The handkerchief that Wang Ping'an opened was not a herb, but a small pile of sawdust, which was the wood scraps that the carpenter saw when he was doing work in a Tallinn!

Wang Ping'an pointed to sawdust and smiled and said, "Why is this not a medicine? This is not only a medicine, but also a good medicine."

The pilgrims shook their heads one after another. Can sawdust be a medicine? It has never been heard of, but it has never been seen!

Huide touched his bald head and suddenly said, "I understand, this is indeed a medicine!" He said to the pilgrims: "Dear donors, I have to make a batch of Buddha statues in the temple recently. The wood used is sandalwood, which is very precious. If it weren't for such a good wood, it would not show the sincerity of serving the Buddha in the temple!"

The pilgrims nodded together. This is true. It is fine to be careless about other things, but they must not be careless about serving Buddha's affairs. They are all good men and women, so they naturally support this kind of thing very much.

Huide looked at Wang Ping'an and said, "Sandalwood has the effect of regulating qi and relaxing the stomach, while ginger can warm the middle and dispel cold. The combination of the two has infinite wonderful uses, which just cures the pain of Ayi Ding's donor. I wonder if I can say it correctly?"

Wang Ping'an nodded and smiled and said, "Yes, the host's analysis was completely correct. This prescription is cheap and effective. It is a folk remedy used by people from poor backgrounds. I don't want to use it on wealthy people today, but it will also work the same. Brother Ayi Ding, the medicine you use comes from the temple or is used to sculpt Buddha statues. It has a lot to do with the Buddha. You won't ask for money for incense and oil again, right?"

Ayi Ding blushed and shook her head repeatedly, saying that she would not ask for it again, and she would also offer money for incense and oil to thank the Buddha! The pilgrims laughed loudly, saying that the Buddha wanted to thank him, but she even more thanked the little genius doctor in front of her.

Ayi Ding was grateful in her heart, so she naturally agreed, saying that she would visit her in the future and thanked Wang Ping'an for her kindness in curing her illness.

At this time, an old man squeezed in, bowed to Wang Ping'an, and said, "Little miracle doctor, please help me, let's see the old man. The old man's family is poor and looks down on the doctor. Can you prescribe a cheap prescription? Should you prescribe a dose for me? Please!" The old man who spoke was the one who was hunched over and asked Wang Ping'an if he could see a doctor before.

Wang Ping'an hurriedly got up and returned the greeting. Although the other party had something to ask for him, he felt a little embarrassed when the older person saluted him. He asked, "What are the discomforts in the old man? Tell me!"

The old man pointed to his sides and said, "I feel pain here, like a needle piercing, especially at night, the pain is even worse, so I can't sleep. Because I don't have money to see a doctor, I keep dragging it. Now it's getting worse."

Wang Ping'an said oh, asked the old man to sit down and call him a pulse. After a moment, he said, "Old man, your pulse is heavy and astringent. This is a symptom of blood congestion. Have you been injured before?"

The old man was surprised and happy. This little genius doctor was really powerful. He only took a pulse and could tell that he had been injured before. He nodded and said, "That's right. I chopped wood for a living. I have to carry a large bundle of wood every day. Once I accidentally fell down and my ribs hit the stone. I felt nothing at that time, but since then, it has been painful here, so painful that I can't even straighten my waist!"

Wang Ping'an asked him to stick out his tongue. Seeing that the old man's tongue was dark purple and black, he nodded. This was the characteristic of the blood stasis after being injured. He reached out and gently pressed the old man's ribs. Every time he pressed it, he asked, "Does it hurt here? Where is this, and where is this?"

Every time he pressed a little, the old man yelled and said repeatedly: "It hurts here, but it hurts here too. Oh, it seems to hurt everywhere!"

Wang Ping'an let go of his hand, thought for a moment, and said, "Your disease is not a difficult and complicated disease, nor is it a fatal disease. Although it looks quite serious, in fact, as long as you take three or four doses of medicine, the disease will be cured, which will be faster than his disease!" As he said that, he pointed at Ayi Ding.

The old man smiled on his originally sad face and said, "Thank you little doctor, thank you little doctor. I just don't know the money for this medicine..."

Wang Ping'an smiled and said, "It's not expensive, and a tumble of wood is enough for each dose." The monk asked the young monk to take the paper and pen, and he wrote down the prescription: 2 qian of Bupleurum, angelica, pangolin, peach kernel, safflower, and 1 qian of each of fried rhubarb and licorice.

After writing, he handed the prescription to the old man and said, "You can find a kind-hearted pharmacy shop and give them firewood every day, as medicine money. Then take this medicine one dose a day and take it for four days in a row. The blood stasis between the ribs will spread. After that, you will be careful to take care of your body."

Seeing that the old man had hesitation on his face, he patted the back of his hand and said, "Don't worry, this medicine must work. If you can't trust me, you can first ask the doctor in the pharmacy. Whether this prescription is effective, you will know it once you ask!"

The old man hurriedly said, "Of course I can trust the little miracle doctor. You are such a kind-hearted person!" He politely again.

As soon as Wang Ping'an prescribed the prescription, it was amazing now. The pilgrims pushed forward hard and said, "I am also from a poor family and look down on the doctor. You are good at it, so let me see it!"

The hall was immediately noisy, and the pilgrims shouted together. Huide was standing in the circle. He was accidentally squeezed and fell to the ground. He was stepped on his body. He was in great pain and had to shout, "Amitabha, good, good, donors, pay attention to his feet..."

Wang Ping'an originally wanted to shout, don't be anxious, line up and come one by one, but it was obvious that the pilgrims were all excited, as if they saw how cheap they were, and they all wanted to come over to pick them up. He had no choice but to say, "Wait, everyone, I have something to say!"

"The little miracle doctor has something to say!" some pilgrims shouted.

What's more, some people shouted directly: "After you have finished speaking, please treat us quickly!"

Yang was very happy, after all, his son was respected, but now she found that everyone was more interested in seeing a doctor for free without money, so she became angry again and said to herself: "These guys, as if they really like to take advantage of the situation, they actually want to save money for medical treatment. Why don't I ask my son to collect their money? See if they still shout or squeeze them!"

Taking advantage is a common human nature, and it has been the case since ancient times, and there is nothing to be angry about, but Wang Ping'an cannot bear it if so many people want to see a doctor. Moreover, he observed the pilgrims. Except for the old man just now, there seemed to be no serious illness, at most some minor illnesses. Since this is the case, he did not need to grab the business of the pharmacy.

Wang Ping'an shouted: "You must have principles in life. I have always been principled. I only have three things to pay attention to. You can treat at most three patients in a day. Today I saw the junior brother of the host, Ayi Ding, and this father-in-law. There are no more or less, just three of them. I will stop here today. If you don't see a doctor, please go to the city to find a doctor!"

As he said that, he stood up, helped Yang up with his left hand, pulled Ding Danruo with his right hand, and tried his best to squeeze out the crowd, exit the pagoda temple, jumped onto his own carriage, and asked the coachman to rush to the road quickly and fled in panic.

The pilgrims were not willing to give up. They chased after him and advised Wang Ping'an not to be principled. It would be better if there were only three days, four days, and five days, and it would be better if there were five! They would chase the carriage with all their might, which would be the best for fans of later generations to chase their idols!

After running out of more than two miles, the carriage then threw the pilgrims away. The three of them in the car looked at each other and laughed. Yang smiled and said, "My son is so famous this time, and so many people are following him."

Wang Ping'an shook his head and sighed: "Being famous is a good thing, but there will be fewer quiet days in the future. Those who seek medical treatment and medicine will not be able to break our doors!"

Ding Danruo said, "This is the young master who has the ability. If someone else has changed, the door is going to be trampled, but they still refuse!"

Attachment: Yangjin Zhuang Bone Rib Soup (Osteoporosis Medicinal Diet)

Raw materials: 9g yam, 9g bone crumbs, 3g Chuanxiong, 6g Ophiopogon japonicus, 6g cinnamon twig, 9g red dates, 9g wolfberry, 9g Astragalus, 250g ribs, appropriate amount of salt.

Method: Put all the medicinal materials into a gauze bag, put them in a pot with the ribs, add 2000ml of water and simmer for about 20 minutes, cook until the ribs are cooked, add salt and season to taste.
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