Sister-in-law comes for treatment

Wang Tiezhu parked the van in front of the county library.

He walked in with the book.

When he entered, he found that the library was larger than he had imagined.

It's about four or five hundred square meters.

There are bookshelves on the east side and tables, chairs and benches on the west side for readers to read.

There were not many people in the library, about ten or so, a few old men reading books, and a few young people who seemed to be preparing for postgraduate or civil service exams.

Wang Tiezhu walked lightly and searched each bookshelf one by one, and finally found three copies of "Treatise on Febrile Diseases" on the medical bookshelf.

One is an annotated edition.

One is in horizontal format.

There is also a vertical version.

Wang Tiezhu picked up the three books, found a table and sat down, and took out the "Treatise on Febrile Diseases" he bought from Li Shangwang.

Four books put together.

First take out the annotated version of "Treatise on Febrile Diseases" and open it, then open the "Treatise on Febrile Diseases" handed down from Li Shangwang's family.

The preface is exactly the same, without any difference.

Then the first volume has two chapters, one on pulse diagnosis, and the content is exactly the same.

There was nothing wrong with the second chapter on pulse diagnosis.

When he opened the second volume, he was suddenly stunned. The first chapter of the annotated version of "Treatise on Febrile Diseases" contained cases of typhoid fever.

The first chapter of the "Treatise on Febrile Diseases" that Li Shang brought home actually began with a paragraph.

To be precise, it is a passage written by the Medical Saint to future generations.

Letter to Descendants:

Medicine is a minor skill. Although it is not a lowly profession, it is not a mainstream one either. However, medical skills can save lives, which is ultimately a good deed.

Doing good is the right path, and it can be passed down from generation to generation.

The upper part of "Treatise on Febrile Diseases" has been passed down to benefit the people of the world and can be learned by everyone.

But the second part of "Treatise on Febrile Diseases" will only be passed down to my descendants. If you learn the second part, you can be called a medical saint, respected, and enjoy supreme glory...

Wang Tiezhu stopped when he saw this.

After carefully thinking about the meaning of the words, I soon understood that the "Treatise on Febrile Diseases" on the market should be the upper part, and as long as you can recognize the characters, you can learn it.

And once it is spread, anyone can learn it.

But Li Shangwang's "Treatise on Febrile Diseases" is the lower part, and if you learn it, you will become a medical saint.

He couldn't help but sigh that even though he was a medical saint, he still had selfish motives.

He is seeking fame, fortune and status for his descendants.

Wang Tiezhu held the two books and looked at them for a long time, not knowing what to say.

He thought that if it were him, he would do the same, and that everyone would do the same.

I carefully read the "Treatise on Febrile Diseases" passed down by Li Shangwang's family. The more I read, the more surprised I was.

There are many prescriptions and medical insights that seem to be better than the medical inheritance he has received.

The inheritance of medicine mainly uses spiritual power and precious medicines to treat diseases, and even to strengthen the physical body and improve physical condition.

But the "Treatise on Febrile Diseases" handed down from Li Shangwang's family is the real medical skill.

The medicines used in it are also common herbs.

He was reading the second part of "Treatise on Febrile Diseases" in the library. He was so engrossed in reading that he didn't remember that it was time to eat until his stomach started to growl.

I glanced at the clock on the wall and it was already seven o'clock.

Looking out the window again, the sun had already set and it was already dusk.

The library closes at eight o'clock, and closing time is not far away.

He picked up the Treatise on Febrile Diseases he had brought with him and left.

Shuijing Village.

In the small courtyard, food had already been placed on the stone table.

Rice porridge, steamed buns, cucumber with mashed garlic, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, and cold-mixed gray vegetables.

Wang Youfu frowned and said, "You said you would come back today, why haven't you come back yet?"

Zhang Qin snorted coldly: "He is becoming more and more shameless. He didn't go home last night. What does he want to do?

I think we need to find him a wife to keep him under control.

So as to avoid bad habits."

Wang Youfu raised his eyebrows and said, "What nonsense are you talking about? Tiezhu would never do such a dirty thing.

Our family doesn’t have the tradition of looking for women.”

Wang Cuicui sat nearby without saying anything, but she also agreed with what her father said.

She felt that her brother was not someone who secretly solicited prostitution.

Mom must be overthinking it.

Zhang Qin snorted coldly: "A man in his twenties who stays out all night, has no girlfriend, and doesn't go drinking with classmates.

Tell me, what did he do alone?

Is he sleeping in the hotel alone?

Do you believe it? "