The number one scholar is a piece of shit that everyone wants

"Son, how could you bear to let me, your mother, send you off at an old age..."

The woman, who was still howling, stopped crying immediately after hearing these words. She raised her head and saw that the man was actually a boy. Her tears began to fall like beads from a broken string.

"A husband wants to treat a person that even Doctor Zhang can't cure. This is the funniest thing I've heard today!"

"If it's anything else, if it's an unmarried guy, no matter what the final result of the treatment is, he can marry the one lying on the ground, but now, it's hard to say!"

Before Ye Fanxing even started seeing the patient, a bunch of unpleasant gossip spread out. Of course, there were also good people who spoke out to give him warnings.

"My dear, do you know Dr. Zhang? He is the most respected doctor in Chiding Town."

"My dear, I know you know herbs, but knowing herbs doesn't mean you can treat medicine. You can't be so stubborn or you'll end up in trouble."

The young apprentice who had received Ye Fanxing in the clinic before also stepped forward and tried to persuade her.

Husband! Husband is a husband again. Ye Fanxing was very puzzled. Although she was a boy, she dressed like a man. How come she could be recognized at a glance wherever she went?

In modern times, he was admired for his medical skills. Although he ended up dead and his soul was reincarnated, no one dared to question his medical skills, Ye Fanxing.

I guess it must be because this damn brother and husband's identity has too much influence on me.

"I can heal. Since you don't trust me, I'll prove it myself."

Ye Fanxing looked at the woman whose eyes were slightly swollen from crying, and after a quick look, he said, "Auntie, do you often have dry mouth and tongue, thirst and frequent drinking, fever and sweating, and irritability in your chest?"

When everyone saw that Ye Fanxing was really examining the woman in such a serious manner, they began to whisper again.

A scholar, who was one of the people lifting the door panel, stood directly in front of him.

Just then, a scholar came over. He was one of the four scholars who were carrying the door panel just now.

"Then you see what's wrong with me?"

As he spoke, he did not forget to show off, holding a folding fan and waving it in front of his chest.

This man had "dark tear troughs, yellow whites of eyes, dull lips, and trembling fingers." Coupled with his showy behavior, he was a typical example of excessive indulgence.

Ye Fanxing glanced at the scholar indifferently and decided to save some face for him.

"You are not sick now, but if you continue your current lifestyle, you will become sick."

After hearing this, the scholar put away his folding fan in embarrassment. He wanted to ask something else but was pulled aside by his companions.

"My dear husband, can you really save my son?"

The woman did not ask whether Ye Fanxing's diagnosis of her illness was correct, but asked Ye Fanxing expectantly.

"Yes. The consultation fee is five taels of silver. Do you accept it?"

Ye Fanxing looked calm, but his heart was beating fast. He just hoped that the woman would quickly agree to his request for five taels of medical fee, so that he would have enough money to bring home all the things he had thought of before.

"Five taels? That much?"

"That's right, you don't even know if it can be cured, but you dare to ask for so much money..."

"This man has no compassion as a doctor. I'm sure his heart is black."

"Save or not?"

Facing everyone's doubts, Ye Fanxing ignored them completely. He just turned his gaze to the woman, with even more expectations in his heart.

Zhang Renjing, who had been standing by, did not agree with such an exorbitant price, but when he looked at the patient lying on the ground, and then at Ye Fanxing who was standing upright with confidence, he thought, five taels of silver for a life, can it be said to be expensive?

"It is said that raising children is a way to prepare for old age. Do you really want to send off the young before you?" Ye Fanxing continued to ask.

These words really hit the heart, they are so harsh.

Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment again.

"Just tell me whether you will save him or not. I have other things to do."

Seeing that she was still hesitating, Ye Fanxing couldn't help but urge her.

The woman looked her young husband up and down. He was wearing coarse linen clothes, was tall and thin, and looked a little malnourished. But in his pair of dark eyes, there was no joy or sadness, only determination.

Doctor Zhang has already said that his son can only go home and wait to die, so why not let this young man have a try.

The woman wiped away her tears and said through gritted teeth, "Please help me, husband."

The apprentice was quite smart. Upon hearing this, he quickly took out a handkerchief and covered the man's wrist with it. Ye Fanxing saw it and a smile of understanding appeared on his face.

Just as Ye Fanxing diagnosed before, it was just a type of warm malaria. The pulse was not stringy and was like normal. The whole body was only hot but not cold. The pain in the bones and joints made people feel upset, and vomiting always occurred. It can be treated with Baihu Jia Guizhi Decoction.

6 liang of Anemarrhena asphodeloides, 2 liang of Licorice, roasted; 1 jin of Gypsum, 2 he of Polished Rice, 3 liang of Peeled Cinnamon, minced, 5 qian each, 1.5 cups of water, boil until 80% done, remove the residue, drink warm, sweat will come out and the disease will be cured.

As the names of various medicines were announced, the apprentice over there quickly took out the medicines.

"Doctor Zhang, please give the patient acupuncture."

When the entire prescription was reported, Zhang Renjing knew that this man could definitely be saved.

But he was a little hesitant to give the acupuncture himself. Acupuncture has always been mastered by those medical families. He only knows a little bit, and he may insert the needle into the wrong acupoint...

Just as he was hesitating, he heard someone behind him say, "It turns out that only half of the patients can be saved. The rest still need Doctor Zhang to help. But if one person cannot be saved, who will be held responsible? If one person is saved, shouldn't the medical fee be split equally between the two?"

Ye Fanxing looked over and saw that it was one of the people who had lifted the door just now. He tilted his head and seemed to be talking to someone, as if the person who just spoke was not him.

After he said this, the crowd began to talk again, and even the woman began to hesitate under the scholar's instigation.

When Ye Fanxing thought about the five taels of silver that was about to be in his hands, which was about to fly away because of a few words, he hated the troublemaker so much that his teeth were itching.

An idea suddenly occurred to him, and he blurted out to the woman: "Please everyone be my witnesses here. I am signing a life and death agreement. If he lives, I live. Otherwise, I will do whatever you want."

"Huh."

"A death warrant? A doctor giving a death warrant to a patient's family, this is truly bizarre news."

"Weird things happen every year, but today there are especially many!"

The woman was about to say something when the troublemaker started talking again: "How can we trust you if you just say something without any evidence? You must have some proof, but how can we know whether the name you signed on the proof is real or fake?"

"Yeah!"

As soon as Zhang Renjing saw it, he knew that the other party was coming for his clinic. He thought that no matter whether he helped to save people today or not, he would get into trouble. He was just lucky today to have a master like Xiao Fulang who could treat such a disease.

Just as everyone was talking, a vigorous voice rang out.

"My name is Zhang Renjing. I have been practicing medicine here for 35 years. If I cannot save this patient, I will die."

After saying this, he did not forget to show everyone the death statement he had written and signed.

"Everyone, can you believe it this time?"

He glanced at everyone with contempt, then lifted the corner of his robe and strode to Ye Fanxing: "How should I insert the needle?"

At this time, people were gathered in three layers at the entrance of Baohe Hall. Perhaps because of Doctor Zhang's life and death statement, everyone fell silent.

When the scholar saw that his plan had worked, he nodded to a person in the crowd, and the person lowered his head and quickly left the crowd.

Ye Fanxing bowed deeply to Zhang Renjing and said, "I will definitely live up to your trust in me."

Just when Ye Fanxing was about to tell him about acupuncture points, he heard an arrogant voice coming from outside the door.

"I heard from Brother Zhang that you have a young man here today who can treat difficult and complicated diseases. I wonder if you can introduce him to Lin?"