Dingbei Hou's doctor brother

In front of a temple on the street in Xicheng District, people are coming in and out to burn incense, making it very lively.

Not far from the door, many red cloth bags were hung on the branches of a large locust tree, swaying in the wind.

Lu Ziqing took them down one by one, took out the notes inside and opened a few of them, which read:

"Damingfang, Zhongjie Hutong, Li's Residence..."

"Chengyongfang, Shizi Hutong, Lu Family Courtyard..."

"Chengyongfang, Shizi Hutong, Kangzhai..."

"........."

He has been acting mysterious these days. Whenever he has free time, he wanders around the villages along the street, seeing patients and raising money.

However, I can't make much money by treating ordinary people. Sometimes, because they are so poor that they can't even make ends meet, I have to pay for their medical treatment out of pity. Even if I want to help, I don't have the ability to do so.

Fortunately, within a short period of time, word of mouth spread among the people who had received medical treatment, and many wealthy people came to him for treatment.

However, there were so many people seeking medical treatment that some people often couldn't find Lu Ziqing and missed the opportunity to make money.

In order to make it easier to find, he specifically asked patients to wrap their medical information in red cloth and hang it on a big tree outside the temple on the street. They only need to come and check it every day.

Lu Ziqing went around the West City according to the address, and after visiting a few houses, he went to Chengyongfang.

Shizi Hutong, in front of the Lu Family Courtyard, is a wide and clean street surrounded by courtyards with open doors.

Lu Ziqing knocked on the door. Soon, the black lacquered door opened and a thin man in his forties walked out. Judging from his attire, he was the butler.

"May I ask who you are?"

Lu Ziqing asked politely, "Excuse me, is there anyone in your house seeking medical treatment?"

The housekeeper showed a delighted expression, "Are you the Red Cloth Divine Doctor?"

"It's down."

"Quick, please come in, miracle doctor."

The servant waited on the tea while Lu Ziqing looked around the hall. The mahogany tables and chairs were all inlaid with mother-of-pearl, shining brightly in the light. Even the cups of the teacups were covered with silver foil.

The only feeling of the whole house is "rich".

A moment.

A fat, big-eared, greasy-faced old man came out from the inner room, sat down in the hall with a walnut in his hand, and looked Lu Ziqing up and down.

He yawned and asked, "Are you the Red Cloth Miraculous Doctor?"

Lu Ziqing stood up and bowed politely, "Exactly."

Mr. Lu said, "I originally thought that the Red Cloth Miracle Doctor was an old man with white hair and beard, but after meeting him today, I didn't expect him to be such a young and handsome man. It's a pleasure to meet you."

"Mr. Lu, you are too kind." Lu Ziqing said, "May I ask who is seeking medical treatment in your house? If it is convenient, please take me down to see him."

Mr. Lu took a deep breath, wiped away his tears and said, "It is me."

Lu Ziqing: “…”

Mr. Lu had a rosy complexion and a voice as loud as a bell. Apart from being fat, he did not show any signs of illness.

He is just too fat. Look at his face.

Although he looks strong, he is mentally fatigued and short of breath. If he is not diagnosed and treated early, his life may be in danger over time.

Master Lu then continued, "I'm not satisfied with the Divine Doctor. Although I'm not particularly wealthy, I do own several restaurants in the capital. As people in the restaurant business, it's inevitable that we overindulge in food and drink, leading to obesity."

"I have no children. After a hundred years, there will be no one to inherit this property, so I cherish my life very much."

"I asked you to come here to see if I can be saved. If you can save me, I will reward you handsomely."

Lu Ziqing took Master Lu's pulse and, after a thorough examination, said, "Master Lu's excessive diet has caused him to become obese, leading to internal phlegm and dampness, and impaired spleen function. He is experiencing fatigue, shortness of breath, mild swelling in his limbs, and abdominal distension."

Master Lu yawned again and wiped his face with his hands. "Is there any hope?"

"There is hope," Lu Ziqing said, "but Master Lu must follow my instructions."

"Master and I will prescribe medicine to dissipate phlegm and dampness, regulate qi and reduce fat, and then add some medicine to strengthen the spleen and replenish qi, and promote diuresis. I will adjust it after two courses of treatment."

"In addition, Master Lu must follow the recipe and method I set.

"What else should we do?" asked Mr. Lu.

Lu Ziqing handed the written prescription to the housekeeper, "Control your diet every day, avoid eating sweet and greasy foods, and exercise regularly every day. Changes will appear after a month."

Everything was settled, and when he left, the butler brought a tray covered with a red cloth and placed it on the table, and he opened the red cloth.

"Here is five hundred taels, please accept it, doctor." said Mr. Lu.

Lu Ziqing: “…”

Are all the wealthy businessmen in Beijing so generous?

The wealthy businessmen I have seen these days are very generous with their money, and the starting price is often ten taels.

The person who received the most was an emergency patient. As a thank you, the old boss gave him fifty taels.

Lu Ziqing was extremely shocked by this amount, as it was also the largest amount of medical fees he had ever received.

Under normal circumstances, he would definitely not accept such a large sum of money, but the current situation forced him to do so...

But no one expected that Mr. Lu would be even more outrageously generous today.

He paused for a moment and said, "It won't take that much, Master Lu..."

"Don't be so quick to refuse, doctor." Master Lu supported his face with one hand. "I still need your help to treat my obesity. It will take a long time, so it's worth the five hundred gold."

After some persuasion, Lu Ziqing finally took only two hundred taels and left to go to the next house.

In the inner room of the lobby, Mr. Lu said to the middle-aged man who was sitting and drinking tea.

"Sir, I gave him five hundred gold as you wished, but he refused to take it and took two hundred instead. This is the remaining silver."

"Okay, thank you, Master Lu." The middle-aged man stood up and said.

"You are so kind, my lord. Please take care."

The butler spoke only after Mr. Lu watched the man leave in front of the gate.

"Master, look at that man's attire, who is he?"

Master Lu sighed and said, "A high-ranking official who cannot be offended."