Happy Marriage

An Sheng learned his lesson and came earlier the next day. When he quietly left the house, the servants in the house had just walked out of the room, rubbing their sleepy eyes. Even the driver, Uncle Wang, was leaning against the carriage. on, dozing off with a horse whip in his arms.

Diligence can make up for clumsiness, and I hope to leave a good impression on Leng Nanxian.

When they arrived at Yaolu, the eastern sky still had a touch of orange red from the rising sun.

The entire Yaolu was bathed in the gentle morning light. Qianzhou was already diligently cleaning the courtyard. When he saw An Sheng, he grinned: "You are diligent today."

After talking and laughing, An Sheng consciously got into the kitchen, and after a while, he brought out three bowls of steaming shrimp skin ravioli, two plates of side dishes, and a plate of oil flower rolls.

The green cabbage hearts, the crystal-like wontons, and the milky white bone soup simmered on a low fire last night, I felt that my index finger was moving, and my whole body was sweating comfortably.

Leng Nanxian had already washed up, but his black hair had not been combed. It was casually draped over his broad shoulders, with his sleeves rolled up, revealing a strong and powerful arm. Grassy taste.

"Morning Master Leng." An Sheng greeted Leng Nanxian in a slightly apprehensive mood.

Leng Nanxian nodded slightly. In response, An Sheng felt a burst of joy. He quickly took the wonton out of the tray and placed it on the stone table. The strong fragrance of sesame oil wafted out with the morning wind, and filled half of the yard.

Qianzhou immediately stepped forward eagerly, took the brocade pad and spread it on the slightly damp stone bench.

Leng Nanxian sat down, glanced at the two plates of light dishes, and asked casually, "Why aren't there any peppers?"

Qianzhou and An Sheng looked at each other, An Sheng pursed his lips and smiled: "It's autumn dryness, I'm worried that Master Leng is very angry."

Leng Nanxian glanced at her coldly: "Are you scolding me around the corner and shouldn't be angry with you yesterday?"

An Sheng stuck out his tongue playfully: "Master Leng is clearly putting a hat on An Sheng's head, how dare I? I just think it's not good to eat something too spicy in the morning on an empty stomach. I'm afraid of hurting my stomach, so I deliberately didn't put spicy food."

"Clever." Leng Nanxian teased: "Eating, I will be busy in a while, do more things and less nonsense."

"Yes, master." An Sheng lowered his head and pouted his lips secretly, thinking that this great **** is very difficult to serve, is it just two meals to keep his mouth up?

"You will be in charge of recording the prescription in a while." Leng Nanxian said coldly, "Qianzhou is in charge of receiving patients."

"Ah?" Qian Zhou raised his head from the wonton bowl and looked at Leng Nanxian with a frown.

"What? Have an opinion?"

Qianzhou murmured in a low voice, "Young master is biased, I thought I should be a daughter-in-law for many years and become a mother-in-law and be promoted to a higher level."

The voice was not loud, but Leng Nanxian could hear it clearly, and said indifferently, "I don't want any more patients to come and go. Pointing to the strange-shaped word to ask me for the name of the medicinal herbs, it feels like being slapped in the face."

Qianzhou "hehe" sneered: "Isn't that in a hurry?"

Leng Nanxian snorted lightly and did not speak.

Before the three of them had breakfast, patients came one after another, Qian Zhou quickly stuffed the hot wontons into his mouth and got up to greet them. Leng Nanxian ate his breakfast slowly, got up and entered the consultation room, where he officially began to see the doctor.

According to his instructions, An Sheng sat on the side of the desk, and Leng Nanxian looked around and asked about it, and after confirming the illness, he told the recipe in a hurry.

An Sheng was familiar with the pharmacopoeia that Leng Nanxian deliberately left to her, and he knew how to write common medicinal materials, so he was not unfamiliar.

In the morning, there was an endless stream of patients who came for consultation, and all kinds of incurable diseases were unheard of for An Sheng.

Seeing those patients who were tortured by the pain, who were yellow-faced, thin-skinned, and emaciated, were helped in, sitting in front of the consultation table, and looking at Leng Nanxian with all their hopes and ardent eyes, and respected him very much. Thank you so much.

Leng Nanxian's slight frown will affect the patient's heart, and it will fluctuate with the subtle expressions on his face.

Therefore, from the beginning to the end, he was smiling lightly, still speaking calmly, his face calm.

An Sheng sat beside him and listened intently to his inquiries about the patient's condition, all kinds of meticulous. Then put Ruyu's fingertips on the patient's skinny wrist, pondering silently, focusing and serious.

In An Sheng's position, Leng Nanxian happened to be facing his face slightly sideways, his eyebrows slightly raised, his straight nose bridge, and his sword eyebrows flying into his temples. Can be picky.

Anyone who has been ill for a long time has an air of sickness on their body, mixed with the smell of filth. A person like Leng Nanxian who loves cleanliness, Xueyi has always been spotless, clean and fresh, and he doesn't care at all about the smell of pickled sputum and the spittle splashing around when the patient coughs and wheezes.

The last person who came in was a patient whose lower limbs were mostly decomposed. He was carried in by his family members who covered their mouths and noses, and the whole room suddenly became cloudy.

However, Leng Nanxian personally lifted his pants soaked with yellow-green pus, carefully checked his injury, and then ordered Qianzhou to pour him a bowl of Ma Boiling Powder, which was removed little by little with a sharp blade. Carrion on his legs.

An Sheng gritted his teeth tightly, resisted the urge to vomit, watched Leng Nanxian's every move carefully, and took the water brought in by Qianzhou, squatted down, and helped the patient to clean up the blood from the wound. Laziness and disgust.

When Leng Nanxian uttered the word "no hindrance" indifferently, he announced that his two legs could be saved. His family cried with joy and thanked them so much that they even knelt down and kowtowed to each other.

The patient who had been screaming in pain gradually calmed down, stretched out a weak hand and clasped Leng Nanxian's hand tightly, a huge man, his eyes filled with hot tears.

He is the backbone of the family, and if his legs are kept, it means that the family will not be able to cross.

At that moment, An Sheng already deeply understood that the glory of a doctor is not the dazzling golden light piled up with gold and silver, nor is it the news that everyone has been watching, but the kind of moving that brings new life and joy to others.

At first, the trace of meagreness towards Leng Nanxian was also washed away by the rippling warmth, and he consciously plated a layer of holy halo in his heart, and looked up at him with all his body on the ground.

After a busy day, it is almost dusk after leisure.

An Sheng brought the water, and asked Leng Nanxian to clean his hands and clean the house silently.

Leng Nanxian stood next to An Sheng's bookcase, picked up a few pieces of paper with mottled ink, and asked with a frown, "What is this?"

An Sheng's face turned red: "It's the rice paper that I specially used to absorb ink. The recipe was opened in a hurry, and the ink was still there. After blotting it with the blotting paper, there will be writing on it. I can use these when I have time. The recipe is sorted and remembered."

"Dialectical treatment, the prescription is different according to the disease."

An Sheng bit his lower lip lightly: "I recorded all their symptoms, and you can compare and reference them to know the efficacy of each herb."

Leng Nanxian put Fang Zi back gently, suppressed the admiration in his eyes, and said coldly, "It's okay to refer to it, but you can't use it without authorization."

An Sheng nodded obediently.

Leng Nanxian turned around and warned again: "Also, diligence can make up for one's weakness, remember not to be exposed to cold for ten days in one day."

These words are undoubtedly an affirmation of An Sheng. An Sheng immediately nodded excitedly: "Yes, Master Leng, An Sheng wrote it down."

Leng Nanxian sat down and rubbed his eyebrows wearily. An Sheng looked at him and hesitated.

"If you have something to say, Hugh must keep hesitating." Leng Nanxian didn't open his eyes, but he seemed to see An Sheng's every move in his eyes.

An Sheng made up his mind and finally said: "An Sheng has an unkind request, that is, the maid who I mentioned to Master Leng last time. Her father injured his leg, and because of the difficulties of the family, the treatment was delayed, and he was paralyzed in bed. Can you? Can't you heal her father?"

"The purpose of my medicine to give birth to incense to save the dead and help the poor was originally meant to specifically treat people who are in critical condition and whose families are in difficult circumstances. How could he be turned away when he comes?"

"But, but," An Sheng nervously rubbed his toes against the bluestone floor and whispered, "I'm also helpless, I don't have the money to pay for her diagnosis and medicine. But if it is delayed, it may never be cured. That's why I had to brazenly begged Master Leng, can this medical fee even be owed to you by An Sheng?"

Leng Nanxian stopped the movements in his hands, turned his face to look at An Sheng, and saw her predicament in Xia Mansion from her embarrassment. A dignified one, she was so poor that she was helpless with a little consultation fee.

When I think of the splendor of the other two daughters in the boudoir of the Xia Mansion, or the splendid flowers, I already understand it in my heart.

"Do you know why I don't want to see a doctor for the rich and powerful?"

An Sheng shook his head.

"Because they can recruit famous doctors from all over the world, there is no shortage of good doctors. Unlike poor people, when they have no way to ask for help, we are their hope of life."

An Sheng raised his head suddenly: "You agree? Master?"

Leng Nanxian turned his face away, his face tensed, without a smile: "You are different, you will write me an IOU at that time, and you will have to pay it back a hundred times in the future."

uh, he's really different about himself.

An Sheng secretly slandered.