All Hail Cousin Brother

Chun Xiao stepped forward to salute Mrs. Yang, and then said: "Hu Yuyi Xinglin Sage Hand, it's rare to invite him to the door. The eldest lady ordered the slaves to come over, please ask Hu Yuyi to go to the Qingquyuan to show Young Master Biao."

Upon hearing this, Yang Shuwan knew that she had been negligent, and quickly said: "Then I'll have to go to Imperial Physician Hu again."

Compared with the old lady, Yu Jianjia, there is still a real patient in Yu's mansion. Now that Imperial Physician Hu is here, it's natural that he has to go to Qingyu Hospital.

Since he came to the door, he naturally had to do all the benevolence of his colleagues, Yu Yu doctor Hu nodded: "This is what it should be."

Chunxiao led Hu Yuyi to the Qingqu Hospital.

At this time, it was already dark, and there were lamps everywhere in the mansion, and the door was tied in the Qingqu courtyard. Chunxiao stepped forward and knocked on the door, and after a while, the old woman opened the door, stretched her head out, Immediately there was a smile: "Miss Chunxiao, come here so late, but what's the matter with Miss?"

Chun Xiao said politely: "The family invited a powerful imperial doctor, and the girl asked me to bring it to Young Master Biao to have a look."

The young man at the side cleverly ran to communicate, and the mother-in-law hurriedly opened the door, bowed her knees and invited Chun Xiao and Hu Yuyi in, and led them into the yard.

Zhou Linghuai was swiping ink in the study, while Chang An waited on the pen and ink. He turned his head and glanced at the table not far away. There were some light snacks and a cup of tonic. , the young master who is immersed in writing.

The wild grass, which ghosts don't know, is swaying freely, the pen is penetrating the paper, and exudes a majestic momentum. At a glance, the word is like the clanging of swords and swords, so fierce that people can't breathe.

Chang An shook his head and sighed. He didn't know who the young master taught him to provoke. Recently, his temperament has become more and more uncertain and unpredictable.

"Dong dong dong—" There was a knock on the door from outside: "The young one is on the other side of the concierge. The eldest miss sent Miss Chunxiao to bring the imperial doctor over."

Chang An turned his head and glanced at the young master, seeing that the young master who was still wielding the ink before did not know when he stopped ink and even threw the penny in his hand into the brush washer. It seemed that he did not intend to continue writing any more. Somewhat surprised, he said, "Quickly invite Miss Chunxiao and the imperial doctor over."

The boy ran away cleverly.

Chang An walked to the desk, before he could speak, he heard Zhou Linghuai say in a calm voice, "I heard it."

Chang An froze for a moment, and took a closer look at the young master, seeing that the young master's expression was the same as before, but a pair of black eyebrows, thick and long into a bun, revealing the freehand brushwork and stretch like the rhyme of Danqing ink.

Chang An was still in a daze, Zhou Linghuai had already turned the wheel out of the study and went straight to the hall.

Chun Xiao and Hu Yuyi were waiting in the hall.

Seeing Zhou Linghuai approaching, Chun Xiao stepped forward to say hello, and explained the purpose of coming: "This is Imperial Physician Hu from the palace, a very powerful Xinglin master."

His pale lips slightly raised, and Zhou Linghuai stretched out his wrist: "I'm sorry, Doctor Hu."

Doctor Hu had also heard a little about this Young Master Biao who came to seek refuge in the Yu Mansion, and knew that his legs and feet were not flexible, but he did not expect that he was actually sitting in a wheelchair, so he couldn't help but scrutinized him several times.

Seeing that he is still young, but he is already rare and handsome, his ink is difficult to write, and there is already a vague noble demeanor and grace that ordinary people cannot match, and he can't help but admire, but also feel regretful.

After a while, Yu Yu doctor Hu settled down, stroked his long beard and felt his pulse. After a while, he said, "Young Master Zhou, your tongue is pale red and tender, with white fur, thin and weak pulse, qi stagnation and blood stasis, and meridians are not smooth. Tell the servant girl that Young Master Zhou fell off his horse and taught the horse to step on its leg, probably injured his spinal cord and damaged the vitality of his bones, and the old man has no cure."

As he spoke, he shook his head, showing a helpless expression. This week, Master Biao obviously died young.

Zhou Linghuai nodded and said nothing.

Seeing his indifferent attitude, Doctor Hu could also guess that this Young Master Zhou may have sought medical advice a lot these years.

The result was almost the same as what he diagnosed, so he was bearish.

Therefore, he looked at this young master Zhou with admiration. Ordinary people know that they have become a useless person, and they don't know what it is like to be decadent, but this young master Zhou is calm and light-colored all over his body, and there is a faint smell of ink on his body. It can be seen that he is still a diligent person.

After thinking about it for a while, I couldn't help but put in more effort: "Master Zhou still needs to take care of his vitality for this disease. The old man has a secret recipe for nourishing his vitality. Young Master Zhou may give it a try."

This secret recipe was handed down from the previous dynasties, and it was stored in the bookstore of the Imperial Hospital. He also discovered it by accident, because the medicinal materials needed are not only rare, but also contain many poisonous substances. When it comes to the excrement of cold bugs, the nobles in the palace are very particular about it, and they are unwilling to use these filth. If ordinary prescriptions need to use it as medicine, they will try to replace it with other medicinal materials.

There are also some highly poisonous substances, if you are not careful, you will seal your throat with blood.

Therefore, he didn't dare to give a good prescription to the nobleman, and he didn't dare to let the nobleman know about it, so he ruined it on the spot.

I am willing to give it to Zhou Linghuai. Apart from having some pity for Zhou Linghuai and some kindness to the doctors, I also want to know how effective this prescription is?

If the experiment is successful, it can also be used as a guarantee for him in the future, and maybe he can use it to make meritorious deeds.

Even if it fails, it has nothing to do with him.

Zhou Linghuai didn't know what was going on in his heart, but just thanked him: "Thank you, Doctor Hu."

Doctor Hu nodded, sat down at the table and wrote two prescriptions, one was the secret recipe for nourishing the essence, and the other was the prescription for consolidating the foundation and cultivating the essence, and promoting blood circulation.

After that, Hu Yushu explained a few more words.

Before Chang'an could send money, Chunxiao offered an exquisite snuff bottle. Doctor Hu wanted to refuse, but when he saw the craftsmanship of this snuff bottle, he had only seen it from the saints in the palace, his eyes straightened immediately. While secretly sighing at Miss Yu's generosity, she said a few polite words, and accepted it smoothly.

After seeing off the imperial doctor, Chun Xiao immediately turned back to the Qingyuan Courtyard: "I won't disturb Master Biao's rest, the slaves will go back first."

Zhou Linghuai nodded, and suddenly asked: "But my cousin is not feeling well?"

He knew Yu Yu doctor Hu was from the history of the imperial hospital, and his medical skills were not inferior to Uncle Sun's, so he would not be able to invite him in a leisurely manner. He invited Yu Yu doctor Hu to come to his door in the middle of the night, something must have happened.

Chunxiao's eyes flickered, and she said: "That's not true, Miss San fainted suddenly, the master took his own brand and invited Doctor Hu to come over, naturally he must show Young Master Biao to have a look."

Zhou Linghuai nodded and asked Chang'an to send Chunxiao off.

As soon as Chang'an left, Zhou Linghuai's expression darkened, and he yelled out of nowhere: "Yin San!"

A big tree with dense branches in the courtyard rustled twice, and a black shadow suddenly fell in front of Zhou Linghuai: "What is the young master's order?"