Dingbei Hou's doctor brother

"Sir, we've arrived at Dongming Street."

The coachman opened the carriage door and Lu Ziqing bowed and got out.

This is the residence of a noble family. The large screen walls on both sides are very wide, with two stone lions standing in the center. The plaque "Mansion of Duke of Wei" hangs high up, which is very conspicuous.

He walked up and knocked on the red door.

Not long after, the door opened with a whoosh and an old man walked out.

He was wearing a dark grey cross-collared gown, a scarf, and had grey hair and beard. He was the housekeeper.

When the housekeeper saw the visitor in official uniform and carrying a medicine box, he knew he was from the Imperial Hospital, but since he looked unfamiliar, he asked politely.

"Which doctor are you, sir?"

Lu Ziqing bowed respectfully and said, "Doctor Chi has come to the palace temporarily to see a patient. My surname is Lu."

The butler nodded with some hesitation, "Doctor Lu, please come in."

As soon as you enter the door, you will see an extremely wide Kirin screen wall. The layout of the courtyard is even more spacious than that of the Dingbei Marquis Mansion.

Lu Ziqing was led to the east hall, where there was a large wooden screen with carved characters on the back.

In the front center, a tall man with gray hair was sitting on a wheel with his head supported, facing the engraved screen.

The housekeeper whispered behind him, "Master, the imperial physician is here."

He seemed not to hear anything and did not move. The butler called out again.

"Master, the doctor is here."

This time, it seemed as if he heard it. He put down his hands that were supporting his head. The housekeeper then stepped forward to hold the wheelchair and slowly turned around.

He was none other than Duke of Wei, Xiao Cong.

Lu Ziqing met his gaze, and just one glance made him shudder for no apparent reason, and he tightened his grip on the medicine box.

Xiao Cong sat there motionless.

His temples are gray, and even though he is old and has been in a wheelchair for a long time, he is still tall and strong, and his posture is still very different from that of ordinary people.

Even being sick cannot cover up the feeling of oppression that is engraved into your bones and blood.

The veteran, who has fought on the battlefield for decades and been tempered by mountains of corpses and seas of blood, has a kind of majesty and dominance that is intimidating without even being angry.

Lu Ziqing couldn't help but sigh inwardly. No wonder Xiao Yan was so tall and strong, with such explosive power and strength that was beyond the reach of ordinary people.

Now when I see Duke Wei, I don’t find it strange at all. He has completely inherited everything from his father.

Xiao Cong stared at him, and for some reason, Lu Ziqing felt like he couldn't look him in the eye.

After a while, Xiao Cong spoke in a low and steady voice.

"What's your name, imperial physician?"

Lu Ziqing bowed respectfully and said, "Your humble servant may ask for your surname, Lu."

"land?"

When Xiao Cong heard this surname, his expression seemed to change slightly. He did not show any emotion and stared at Lu Ziqing nodding his head, wondering what he was thinking.

A moment.

He asked, "I don't recognize Dr. Lu. How long have you been at the Imperial Hospital?"

Lu Ziqing said, "I have been in the Imperial Hospital for half a year."

Xiao Cong withdrew his gaze, turned his head slightly and said to the housekeeper, "Make a cup of tea for Doctor Lu."

The butler took the message and left, and Lu Ziqing asked.

"I wonder what's wrong with you, Duke? Please explain in detail so I can diagnose you."

"Please sit down, Doctor Lu." Xiao Cong raised his hand and said, "It's my leg. It's starting to hurt again. I wonder if it's the cold weather and I've caught a cold."

Lu Ziqing placed the medicine box on the guest table next to him and continued asking questions.

"I have heard about the Duke's leg injury. If a fracture doesn't heal properly, there will be sequelae."

He asked politely.

"I'll take the Duke's pulse first. I want to check his legs again. I just need to pull up his trouser legs."

Xiao Cong didn't say anything, just nodded.

Lu Ziqing walked over naturally, half-knelt beside the wheelchair, and put his hand on his wrist to feel his pulse.

This ordinary action made Xiao Cong deliberately turn his gaze back to look at Lu Ziqing, and this time he could see a hint of surprise in his eyes.

He naturally looked at the person in front of him who was taking his pulse seriously. Not long after, the hand taking the pulse left, and he saw the person speaking.

"I will now examine the Duke's legs."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Cong was about to reach out, and Lu Ziqing quickly took over to help and lifted up his trouser legs.

The two legs are of different sizes, and the muscles of the thinner leg are obviously loose.

Lu Ziqing raised one leg and asked casually without looking up.

"Please try to lift your legs and see if you can lift them up."

Xiao Cong did as he was told. He gripped the armrests tightly with both hands and exerted force on his legs. He was able to stay stable for a while, and the other leg, which looked better, remained stable for a little longer.

Lu Ziqing asked him to move his feet again, and after a detailed examination, he stood up and answered.

"The Duke's leg injury was probably caused by overtraining in the early stages, which led to poor healing. If you're not mentally stable and act too hastily, repeatedly tossing and turning, it will affect subsequent rehabilitation training. If you can't persist, your muscles will atrophy, and poor healing will cause leg pain."

"Add to that the weather changes, and old injuries will flare up."

As he was talking, the butler brought tea to the guest table and casually continued the conversation.

"Imperial Physician Lu was able to spot it at first sight. That's right. At the time, the fracture was severed, and the meridians were damaged. The palace physicians treated him well, but he had to stay in bed for two months. The master couldn't wait and got out of bed early, so... Does Imperial Physician Lu have any way to treat it?"

Lu Ziqing did not reply immediately, but paced slowly in the hall, thinking.

After a while, he finally responded.

"Not only are the Duke's legs atrophied due to decadence, but the meridians are also not healing properly. Furthermore, it's been too long, so treatment... will take quite a while. This is a long process, so the Duke needs to be patient. As for the treatment method..."

As he thought about it, he opened the medicine box, wrote out several prescriptions and a dietary recipe and handed them to the housekeeper.

"Your Excellency, please follow the above medicine and soak and wash according to the treatment course, and then combine it with the dietary therapy. Also, I have prepared the equipment for rehabilitation training, which will be manufactured at the same time. I will come to your house regularly to observe and perform acupuncture."

Xiao Cong just said "OK" calmly, and the housekeeper didn't seem surprised by this treatment method.

"Doctor Lu, this prescription and acupuncture have all been tried by the palace doctors before, but they didn't work. Is there no other way?"

Lu Ziqing said: "For paralysis caused by trauma, the process and theory should be like this: acupuncture and moxibustion should be used to clear the meridians in the early stage, and then other methods should be used later."

"That is……"

"Okay, let's do as Doctor Lu said." Xiao Cong said.

After Lu Ziqing left, the housekeeper pushed Xiao Cong to face the wooden screen with carved characters.

"Master, the method used by Imperial Physician Lu is no different from that used by other Imperial Physicians. I'm afraid it won't work."

Xiao Cong looked at the flowing small characters on it and said lightly.

"It's been six years, and I haven't held out hope."

"Then you still let him treat you?"

"I just feel that this person is very thoughtful and can read people's expressions."

"How to say?"

Xiao Cong said slowly, "Just now, right here, he didn't push me aside. Instead, he came over, squatted down, took my pulse, and lifted up my trouser legs to check. If he had pushed me aside, he would have felt that it was disrespectful to me."

The butler lowered his eyes and thought for a moment, then nodded and said, "Now that you put it, it's true."

"Even though the master has retired from the court and is no longer an official, he is still a duke and holds a distinguished status. He is an eighth-rank imperial physician, and even here he is a guest. Not letting the host leave with the guest is a sign of humility and courtesy. Compared to other imperial physicians, Imperial Physician Lu is indeed attentive."

Xiao Cong didn't respond, but just raised his hand, and the housekeeper pushed him into the inner room.

Five days later, the death row prisoners who were waiting to be executed in the autumn began to be beheaded one after another.

Among them are the Prince of Beidi, Wu Qien, and Lin Yi.