The First Family of Tang Dynasty

Cheng Chubi, who was playing leisure and entertainment chess and card games conscientiously with the two loyal servants in his spare time, heard the shouting outside the courtyard.

I could only stretch out a big lazy waist, and threw back the cards I had just drawn.

Cheng Ji quickly gathered the bamboo cards, while Cheng Li rushed to open the door.

With little effort, Cheng Saburo, a tall and valiant man, stood on the steps outside and paid a salute to the two doctors who came in succession.

"The two doctors will soon be pleased, what is the wind blowing them to me today?"

"We didn't interrupt Cheng Taichang to rest, right?" Wang Yiling said with a smile.

"That's not the case, please... Cheng Ji was stunned to do something, and also served a bowl of mung bean soup to the two doctors to cool off the heat."

"This was brought by Cheng from home, but unfortunately there are no ice cubes here, it's not very cold, and the two will be one or two."

Wang Yiling, who was rushing back and forth along the way, was really hot, and he squinted his eyes with a mouthful of refreshing mung bean soup.

"It's still Cheng Taichang who knows how to enjoy, this thing is really good."

"Today, the official and Zhang Yiling come here too often to search for a journey, for one thing. I don't know if Cheng is too often to know that it will be disadvantageous?"

"Unfavorable afterwards?" Cheng Chubi looked at Wang Yiling with a dumbfounded expression. "Are you telling me the name of the disease?"

"Yes, is it true that Cheng Taichang hasn't heard of it?" A look of disappointment flashed across Wang Yiling's face.

When Cheng Chubi saw Wang Yiling's expression, he was immediately unhappy, what do you mean? You give me a puzzling disease name.

I'm not a big man with a background in Chinese medicine. Besides, the names of many diseases in later generations of Chinese medicine will be different from those in ancient times.

"Wang Yiling, you... don't tell me the name of the disease, just tell me what the condition of the patient is."

Zhang Yiling thought for a while, then pointed his finger underneath: "It's just that I can't get out from behind..."

At any rate, he is also an old driver who has studied medicine for decades, and he is a little bit embarrassed when he is sick on Xia San Lu.

Cheng Chubi understood immediately, and his expression suddenly became serious. "You mean that the patient can't shed shit, right? But there are other symptoms..."

"For example, abdominal pain such as cramping, and whether he has vomiting. In addition, can there be gas in the anus?"

When Wang Yiling heard the symptoms described by Cheng Chubi's saliva and Xingzi, he couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope. It seems that Cheng Taichang also has a lot of research on abdominal diseases.

"Cheng Taichang, the kind you said, should be Guan Ge, or intestinal disease."

"This...this patient didn't get this. He was Yangming disease. By the way, there is another disease called **** plug..."

"Anal plug?!" Cheng Chubi took a breath, his eyes staring like copper bells. Damn it! Unexpectedly, there were people who had such fun in ancient times.

"You mean, this patient put something in his eyes and blocked his eyes?"

"??" The faces of the two doctors, Wang and Zhang, were directly blackened into the bottom of the iron pan that had been fried for three years.

God took something to block his eyes. If this remark was heard by the uncle of the grandson, it would be strange if he couldn't blow up his hair.

Doctor Wang quickly put his hand on his heart. "Cheng Taichang doesn't want to talk nonsense, this is too offensive."

Zhang Yiling, who had been frightened in a cold sweat, was not much better, so he quickly followed the road.

"That **** plug is from the description in "Treatise on Febrile and Miscellaneous Diseases"..."

"Understand, understand, I understand what you mean. Someone has a dry stool and can't pull it out anymore, right?"

The two doctors let out a sigh of relief. "Yes, that's what it meant."

"This disease, in Cheng's opinion, should be called constipation."

Zhang Yiling's eyes lit up, and he bowed to Cheng Chubi very convincingly.

"Hey, it seems to have this title, but it's not called feces, but feces..."

"..." Cheng Chubi thought, hey, this name really looks like a mother. "That kind of gonorrhea with enlarged prostate, is there another name called urination?"

"For this reason, the old man also remembered that if you have trouble urinating, it means urinating, and if you have trouble urinating, it means urination..."

Seeing this old man shaking his head in front of him, talking about urination and shit, Cheng Chubi was directly unhappy.

"Two of you, let's not talk about these excreta for now, let's talk about something practical."

Wang Yiling nodded and asked Cheng Chubi with a smile. Cheng Laosan has a bad temper, so it's better to follow his will.

"Good, good... dare to ask Cheng Taichang, do you have a cure, can this disease be operated on?"

"Surgery?" Cheng Chubi was immediately happy. "This disease does not require surgery at all. It is very simple. If you have normal feces, Kaiserru can solve it."

"If you have severe feces, you have to implement some more complicated methods."

"What is Kaisailu? Why have I never heard of it?" Zhang Yiling couldn't help but pursued.

I can't help but secretly think that after I was struck by the pig with double eyelids, I began to aspire to fatten pigs.

Nowadays, they are all fat heads, big ears, fat fat bodies and strong bodies. For medical research, as well as to improve and enrich the food culture of Datang~www.wuxiaspot.com~ it is time for them to sacrifice their bodies and make contributions. Cheng Chubi waved his hand confidently, triumphantly and authentically.

"That is a drug I am developing. In short, it is absolutely not harmful to ordinary constipation."

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"Can you really solve it?" Wang Yiling couldn't help but asked again.

"A person from Cheng never talks about hydration when it comes to medical issues."

Cheng Chubi's eyes were like electricity, and he scanned the two excellent doctors from Datang, confidently and authentically.

In this era, no one knows feces better than me, no one.

Wang Yiling let out a long sigh of relief, and sighed with an open eyebrow.

"The old man is relieved, it seems that Zhao Guogong's illness is finally rescued..."

"Yes, that's the reason." Zhang Yiling also stood up with a look of excitement. "Cheng Taichang, should we accompany you to Zhao Guogong Mansion?"

"Zhao Guogong..." Cheng Chubi smashed his mouth and raised the corner of his eyes. "You are talking about the empress's elder brother, the grandson of Zhao Guoguo's grandson?"

"Yes, it's the official department of the grandson." Zhang Yiling nodded and smiled comfortingly.

The Imperial Medical Office was able to resolve the pain of the grandson's official department, which was a good thing. It was able to brush up a sense of existence in front of this high-ranking and powerful person.

"That's why he got feces, right?" Cheng Chubi sat back, which had already lifted his butt.

"I'm sorry, this officer is the imperial physician's order of the imperial medical office. I am really busy with official duties and it is really inconvenient to leave the imperial medical office. If he wants to see a doctor, come by himself."

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