The little Fubao in the deserted village made all the dignitaries in the court go crazy with envy

"Old Xiao, I am shamelessly asking for your help this time. I have had this strange disease for decades, and I have never dared to cry or laugh, or feel happy or sad. Now I finally see some hope. Since we share the same political views, can you help me this time?"

In the hall of the Xiao Mansion, Yan Xiaoyuan was the first to rush over to block the way.

Madam Yan also came, bringing two boxes of generous gifts and a box of secret pastries made by the chef in the mansion.

It was obvious that he had already inquired about Baixiang's preferences and came prepared.

Xiao Birang's brows were twisted into a knot, and he looked embarrassed.

"Minister Yan, it's not that I don't want to show some leniency to you. The truth is, although my granddaughter studied medicine with a master, it's not as mysterious as the rumors say. It's not like she has magical powers or magic. It's just a coincidence that she saved the old Duke. You are a pragmatic person. You should know that no matter how good a six-year-old child's medical skills are, how good can they be? It's just a coincidence."

It’s not that Xiao Birang is unwilling to show some sympathy.

But the reputation is not worthy of it.

The world is full of wonders, and there are countless difficult and complicated problems.

Even if Baixiang has supernatural powers, can he solve ten difficulties? Can he solve a hundred? Can he solve every one?

His reputation would be so great that patients from all over the world would come to him in droves and place all their hopes on his shoulders.

If ninety-nine of a hundred people are cured, and the remaining one is not cured, the responsibility will definitely be attributed to the hundred ministers.

How was it then?

Call him selfish, whatever.

He protected the country for decades and lost almost everything. As he grew old, he saw through everything and now only wanted to protect his wife and daughter Sun Anhao.

After finishing his words, Xiao Birang looked at Yan Xiaoyuan calmly.

I thought the other party would give up when faced with difficulties.

result.

"In that case, let Bai Xiang Xiaowa diagnose me once. If he can cure me, I will be happy. If he can't, it will be my fate." Yan Xiaoyuan's expressionless face looked very serious. "Maybe it will be cured by chance this time?"

Xiao Birang's mouth twitched, "..."

What a coincidence.

Use his words to stop him, the civil servants are good at talking.

Two little heads popped out from the entrance of the hall to watch the fun.

Madam Yan caught the little girl's attention at first sight, stepped forward with joy, and pleaded directly with the little girl, "Such a delicate and lovely little girl, you must be Mr. Xiao's Sun Baixiang, right? My master is here to seek medical treatment, please help me, little doctor!"

She didn't have the calm character like her husband, and she felt very sad when she was rejected.

My husband has been suffering from this strange disease for decades, and it has become increasingly serious. In the past, he would faint easily when his emotions fluctuated greatly, but now he can't even have the slightest emotional fluctuation.

High-ranking officials in the capital have the Imperial Medical Bureau to help them maintain their health and prolong their lives, which is better than ordinary people, but not much better.

To live past fifty is a blessing, to live to sixty is a long life, and to live past seventy is extremely rare.

Not only is my husband suffering from a strange disease, he is also over fifty years old.

Mrs. Yan was also worried every day when she saw her husband suffering from illness, and she was depressed for many years.

Faced with the foreseeable end of their loved ones, who can accept it calmly and let it go easily?

Bai Xiang blinked, looked at the old woman's expectant and cautious expression, and pursed his lips.

Grandpa said that he would board the boat back to Yuxi Village soon, so my father and mother were packing up and the house was a little busy.

She was helping to clean up, but was dragged here by the gossipy Jin Duobao to eavesdrop.

"I may not be able to cure that old man." After careful consideration, she didn't quite understand her grandfather's worries, but she could feel her family's protection for her.

She herself doesn't want to be treated as a monster because of her special abilities, and this has never changed.

"But I can give it a try. If I can cure it, I will. If I can't, you can't blame me!"

Hearing that the little doctor agreed to treat her, Madam Yan was overjoyed. She could not think of anything else and nodded repeatedly, "Don't worry, little doctor! If he can't cure her, we will definitely not blame him!"

Since his granddaughter had agreed, Xiao had no choice but to give in.

Before taking the man's pulse, Bai Xiang did not forget to approach Grandpa and quietly ask, "Grandpa, is he a good official?"

Yan Xiaoyuan's body stiffened slightly, "..." He heard it.

Xiao Birang suppressed his laughter and answered seriously, "He's a bit rigid, but he's a good official."

That’s good, everyone can rest assured.

She won't save bad officials.

If they were saved, wouldn't that be bullying the people?

In the hall of the Xiao Mansion, the little girl climbed onto a high chair and sat down. She was short and her legs were hanging in the air. Her serious expression while taking a pulse looked awkward and funny.

But no one laughed.

"The pulse flow is not smooth, there seems to be a blockage..." The little girl frowned and tilted her head to talk to herself.

Everyone watching nearby was nervous, especially Mrs. Yan, whose face turned pale with nervousness and whose eyes were fixed on the young doctor, unable to relax.

Bai Xiang took advantage of the fact that no one else could see it and used the little green ball as an internal testing tool, urging it to slide through the veins of Yan Xiaoyuan's body.

The first time is new, the second time is familiar. This time it was not so stressful and it went very smoothly.

The green ball starts from the Tiantu point and slides through the tendons, bones and veins of the human body.

Yan Xiaoyuan just watched the little doctor taking his pulse on his wrist without saying anything for a long time. He thought that the little doctor had no cure for his illness. The disappointment in his heart grew bigger and bigger, and his heart became heavier and heavier.

He was so nervous that he didn't notice the scent of herbs blending into his breath.

Yan Xiaoyuan laughed at himself, "I am ashamed to have embarrassed the little doctor this time. It doesn't matter if I can't diagnose it——"

"Hmm?" The little girl on the high chair didn't hear what he said at all. Suddenly, she hummed in confusion, "Old man, what are you doing here——"

She pointed her little finger at the right back of Yan Xiaoyuan's head, "--Did you get injured here? The tendons here are blocked."

Yan Xiaoyuan didn't react for a moment, but after a moment his eyes slowly widened.

Madam Yan was so anxious that she nodded in response and said happily, "Yes, yes, yes! When my master was young, he was assigned to build water conservancy projects in Nanzhou. It was at that time that the river bank collapsed. While trying to save the water conservancy workers, the master was hit on the head by mud and rocks!"

"It's just that the injury wasn't serious, just a swelling. The accompanying doctor said it was nothing serious. After the master recovered, we didn't pay attention to it anymore! Little doctor, could it be that the injury at that time left hidden dangers?"

"Then, is there a cure?"

The couple were both happy and worried.

The good news is that the little miracle doctor actually diagnosed the cause of the disease!

I am worried about how to treat the injury in my head. If the tendons are blocked, can I open up my head to relieve the blockage?

Can people survive in that case?

Just as the couple were feeling confused and upset, the girl took out a silver needle and inserted it into the blocked area at the back of Yan Xiaoyuan's head.

"Okay, old man, from now on you can laugh when you want to laugh, and cry when you want to cry. You won't faint again!"

Yan Xiaoyuan, "..."

Madam Yan, "..."

Xiao Birang and Jin Duobao, who were watching the whole process, said, "..."

play?

Just give it a shot?

If it is so easy to cure, didn’t Minister Yan suffer in vain for decades as a wooden man, being delayed by quack doctors?

Baixiang grinned, it was really better.

She used the little green ball to melt the stuff that was blocking the meridians in the old man's brain.