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"Ah!"

The woman was sitting in a wheelchair and seemed to hear the noise of the children behind her.

However, she didn't understand what it meant. She waved her left hand, and others didn't know what she meant.

"Mom, are you happy?"

Fujiwara Ayaka smiled and said: "Those children are talking about Master Ikkyu. Well, although it is a cartoon, Master Ikkyu has a lot to do with our Fujiwara family."

Among the folk rumors of Japan

Master Ikkyu, a legendary monk, was born in the shogunate era. His father was Emperor Gokomatsu during the Northern and Southern Dynasties of Japan, and his mother was Iyobura, the daughter of Hino Nakaton. Of course, there is another rumor that Master Ikkyu’s mother,

It was Fujiwara Teruko, the daughter of Fujiwara Kenshun, the minister of the Southern Dynasty at that time.

Calculating it this way, Master Ikkyu does have a close relationship with the Fujiwara family.

However, hundreds of years have passed since these things, and even the direct descendants of the Fujiwara family cannot tell whether they are true or false. They can only chat a few words after dinner.

"Ah!" The middle-aged woman grinned and waved her twisted palms in the air, seeming to be really happy.

The attendant woman on the side saw this and was also surprised and said to Fujiwara Ayaka: "Miss, madam, her mental condition seems to be much better these days. We will bring her to Kinkakuji more often in the future. It seems that Wu Xiang

The master's treatment of my wife still has some effects."

The sequelae of cerebral hemorrhage are a very difficult disease to treat medically. Unless surgery is performed to remove all the blood clots, the patient may be able to recover.

However, the greater probability is that after surgery, the patient cannot be cured and the disease becomes more serious.

Therefore, even if the Fujiwara family has extremely huge power and wealth, they dare not let Mrs. Fujiwara perform surgery at will. Instead of taking a gamble, it is better to let Mrs. Fujiwara recover slowly, at least this way it is safer. And the Fujiwara family has no shortage of manpower and material resources.

, to take care of Mrs. Fujiwara.

"Yes, it seems that the wonderful medical monk does have some skills. Please go ahead and donate a pagoda to the Kinkakuji Temple this month!" Fujiwara Ayakosu waved his hand, and his eyes were filled with a large amount of money.

Donate without blinking an eye.

"Yes, Miss!" The female attendant on the side hurriedly recorded these instructions in her notes. As for money, the most indispensable thing for the Fujiwara family is money.

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In the Zen monastery by Jinghu Lake.

Yang Yunfan chatted with monk Wuxiang about some knowledge of traditional Chinese medicine. Yang Yunfan found that the monk did have a very unique understanding of "Treatise on Febrile Diseases". However, "Treatise on Febrile Diseases" is not omnipotent. Traditional Chinese medicine has experienced thousands of years of academic evolution and has already

Reached a new height.

However, as a Japanese, I don’t have any friends from the same country to communicate with, so being able to reach this level is already a gift.

"Mr. Yang, he has superb medical skills and rich theories, which really makes the poor monk admire him. If the poor monk hadn't already been a monk at the Golden Pavilion Temple, he would have really wanted to follow Mr. Yang to China and study Chinese medicine for a period of time." Monk Wuxiang talked through the conversation.

, I admire Yang Yunfan even more.

This young man, in his twenties, was younger than himself, but his medical skills were so profound that they were irrefutable.

"The medicine is coming, the medicine is coming!"

At this moment, a young monk ran over from outside holding a bowl of Chinese medicine.

Yang Yunfan took the traditional Chinese medicine, smelled it, nodded and said, "It smells like this. It's fried very well. The heat is controlled very accurately."

The young monk on the side scratched his head and felt a little embarrassed after hearing Yang Yunfan's praise.

After returning to the monks, he realized that something was wrong with the way others looked at him. A monk who was very familiar with him patted him on the shoulder and said, "Junior Brother Wuchen, I looked down on you a little. I think you are such a person."

You are timid and have little strength. However, you are quite good at decoction, and even that gentleman praised you."

"Hey? Senior brother, what do you mean..." The young monk scratched his head strangely. What kind of skill is decoction? He is not like Senior Brother Wuxiang, who can help people see a doctor.

The great monk didn't explain anything, he just patted his shoulder and smiled mysteriously: "I have a hunch that you will be reused!"

Who is Yang Yunfan?

The monks don't know much about it. However, they can talk about medical skills with their senior brother Wuxiang, and they always make their senior brother Wuxiang astonished. How can he be an ordinary person with such powerful medical skills?

Brother Wuxiang is the best miracle doctor in the Kyoto area!

Even he felt ashamed, and even wanted to become a disciple and go to China to study with him... Tsk tsk, I can't believe it! If the master knew that Brother Wuxiang was almost abducted while he was away from Kinkakuji, he would definitely

I will not go to Hokkaido to meet friends.

The old man drank the Chinese medicine handed over by Yang Yunfan. Within a moment, his whole body became hot and his stomach growled.

"Ah, my stomach feels uncomfortable!" He thought he was going to have diarrhea again, so he quickly stood up and ran to the toilet.

However, after taking off his pants, he farted several times in succession, but he did not continue to have diarrhea! He did not believe it, and continued to squat for a while, but he became hungry, but he did not continue to have diarrhea!

"Now, it looks really good!" The old man was filled with joy.

Diarrhea is really a scary thing, especially when you have it more than ten times a day, and in the end what you have is not just poop, it's just lonely.

Fortunately, this disease is finally cured!

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The morning breeze blows, and the plants and flowers by the lake gradually bloom, filling the sleeves with a faint fragrance.

"Mom, the scenery here is wonderful. I will walk here with you for a while."

The young woman pushed the wheelchair along the path by the lake and began to walk slowly towards the monastery of Monk Wuxiang.

However, the closer she got to the Zen monastery, the more strange Fujiwara Ayaka became. She said, "What's going on today? These monks don't go to morning service or receive the guests who come to the temple to offer incense. Why are they all gathered here? Yamamoto, you

Go find out!"

She casually called one of her bodyguards over to inquire.

"Hai!" A big man in black hurriedly ran over and asked a few questions.

After a while, the big man came back and reported: "Miss, I have inquired clearly. It seems that a young miracle doctor has come to exchange medical skills with Master Wuxiang. Master Wuxiang considers himself inferior to that man, and is asking that man for medical advice. That man

It seems that he is from China. He was originally going to leave this morning, but Master Wuxiang specially kept that person and mentioned the madam's problem. The man said something, as if he thought the madam's illness can be cured!"

As he spoke, the big man fell into deep thought.

How do you say that sentence?

"What did you say? Think about it quickly!" the female attendant heard this and said impatiently.

But Fujiwara Ayaka waved her hand and said calmly: "Don't worry, think about it slowly. Even if you can't think of it, when you meet that person later, go and say hello in person."

The big man lowered his head and pondered for a while. Suddenly his eyes lit up and he said: "Miss, I thought of it!"

"Oh? What did he say?" Fujiwara Ayaka said indifferently, but she was also very curious. How dare someone say that his mother's disease can be cured? Doesn't he know that even the best hospitals in Tokyo are not sure of the cure?

My own mother?

"He said that the root of everything must be in the feet! He also explained something, which probably means that you don't have to start treating problems in the head from the head, you can start from the soles of the feet!" The big Han thought.

I want to go, but I don’t know what this sentence means?

I have a headache, how can I treat my feet?
Chapter completed!