About my eyes being reincarnated as my husband

The medical troublemakers dispersed after a long period of mediation.

As a result of the mediation, the critically ill old woman was placed in the Critical Illness Department of the Zhongjiao Pavilion.

The so-called critical illness department is equivalent to a hospice hospital, and most of the patients admitted there are unable to recover.

During this period, Xuanwu Mountain paid for the old woman's medical and food expenses, and dispatched doctors and attendants to take care of her daily life, trying to alleviate her pain before death, until she passed away in bliss in a few days.

Although the samurai in the medical trouble was full of resentment, he couldn't find a better choice than the Xuanwu Medical Center.In addition, Jing Ani was born in a prominent position, and belonged to a nobler high-ranking samurai than him, and her status was extraordinary.

No matter how dissatisfied the samurai was, he had no choice but to let it go.

When the old woman was pushed away, Lin Qingquan saw a black dot flashing at the position of her pancreas.

The black spots gradually enlarged, penetrated into her various organs like black ink, entered her blood, and flowed in the thick and thin blood vessels; It's black oil in the pipes.

Then, like the tentacles of an octopus, the flowing black was withdrawn abruptly.

Lin Qingquan's heart skipped a beat.

This old woman has been infected with the magic fetus.

Fortunately, she is dying and has few days to live.The magic fetus will die with her death, causing no harm.

After a long meal, the crowd dispersed and it was getting late.

"I said, are you still in the mood to take a hot spring?" Watermelon was dejected, as if he had been hit.

"Go, I must go." Lin Qingquan said, "I still need to rely on hot spring eggs to replenish my strength."

Watermelon began to think: "I said, this assessment, you can ask for blessings. Jing Ani is the chief examiner of the preliminary assessment, and it may be difficult for you to make things difficult for him during the assessment. Hey ...I can't just talk about you, he also remembered my appearance, and I wish I was lucky. It seems that I won't be able to see Mr. Jing again in this assessment."

He carried a paper lantern to illuminate the mountain path in front of the two of them.

The Edo shogunate stipulated that lanterns must be carried when traveling at night.

Lanterns are expensive.Therefore, the poor do not have the financial resources to walk at night, and most of the people who own lanterns are nobles who have no worries about food and clothing.In order to show their status, the nobles would draw the family crest on the paper of the lantern.

As for the lanterns carried by watermelons, the family pattern is a slender papaya pattern.

"Jing A Ni is a descendant of a famous family," Lin Qingquan said, "wouldn't be doing such an uneducated thing."

"He has lifted people's shoulders. Is this called being educated?" Watermelon said with a very understanding expression, "Well-known, of course there are well-educated people who are not well-educated. In my opinion, he is not a good guy."

Lin Qingquan said with a smile: "It's just that I'm not a good person either. We all meet each other and each other. If he can really match up with me, even if he plays with me, I will have fun in these three months."

Watermelon was a little speechless, "Hey, just pray to the Buddha that you don't run into him in the assessment."

The mountain in the dark night is desolate and empty, and only one paper lantern is really not enough.The light can barely illuminate the distance of half a meter from the front foot, except for the light, it is full of thick night, very silent.

The two walked up the mountain while blowing the mountain wind.

At this time, a loud long drink came from the position of Shangjiao Pavilion:

"Lamp burning—"

Hearing this sound in the quiet night, Lin Qingquan was stunned for a moment, and asked, "Lan Deng, what kind of lamp?"

Watermelon let out a cry, "You're so lucky, there was a good show when you first came here."

He pulled Lin Qingquan to stand against the railing, pointed to the Shangjiao Pavilion not far away, "Look over there."

Someone set up a ladder, climbed up to the roof of Shangjiao Pavilion, carefully fired a fire, and approached the turtle and snake statue standing in the center of the roof step by step.

The tortoise and snake statue is gilded, and it shines brightly when the firelight shines on it.The man took advantage of the light to touch the golden snake's head, and stuck his finger into the wide open mouth of the snake, fiddling with something inside.

A few clicks sounded, triggering some mechanism in the snake's mouth.The gold leaf wrapping the snake and turtle is peeled off like a mechanism.

It turns out that the statues of snakes and turtles are all made of glass.The person holding the torch poured lamp oil into the snake's mouth, and then lit the tortoise and snake with a little flame.

This is the most primitive light bulb.

"This is called Xuanwu Lantern." Watermelon's eyes were also bright, and his dark face flushed with excitement. "I have been in the mountains for more than a year. I have only heard about Randeng. Today I finally saw it!"

A few firecrackers flew out from the foot of the mountain, and flew into the moon-star-sparse night sky, exploding with a bang.

The colorful fireworks exploded one after another, covering everything in sight, as if God threw handfuls of broken diamonds into the world.

The whole night seems to be an endless colander, and the fine liquid or gold and silver jewels from the heavens leak down from the holes of the colander.

The mountains are brightly lit, like a neon city under the rainbow-colored fireworks.

"It costs a lot of money to burn these fireworks." Lin Qingquan stared at the gorgeous night sky without taking his eyes off it.

"This is just the beginning, just the tip of the iceberg." Xigua said, "The next seven days will be the highlight, and that's the real big deal."

He put his elbow on Lin Qingquan's shoulder, and said with a smile: "In the seven days after the lamp was lit, not only were there fireworks every night, but all the shops under the mountain, whether it was food stores, hardware stores, cloth stores, kabuki halls, or even coffins Shop, all transactions are free. That is to say, even if you eat and buy like crazy, you don’t need to spend a penny to buy from the street to the end of the street.”

Lin Qingquan was puzzled, "Aren't the traders going to die at a loss?"

Watermelon shook her finger, "The vendors don't lose money at all. When you buy something, they will record it in the account. After closing, use an abacus to calculate the amount sold for the day, and just ask someone to reimburse you."

"Who should I ask for reimbursement?"

Watermelon pointed at the person walking down the ladder, "That's the person who lit the Xuanwu lamp."

The Lampburner has come down from the roof.It was difficult to see his appearance clearly in the night, only he could be seen vaguely dressed in black.

For the next seven days, all the consumption in Xuanwu Mountain will be paid by this mysterious faceless person.

Lin Qingquan understood.Lighting lamps is equivalent to booking a venue.And it's seven days.

Costly.

He was deeply shocked, "Why did that person do this?"

"To celebrate some happy event." Xigua said, "It's the same as celebrating a child's full moon or a couple's wedding."

"But if you want to book the transactions of Xuanwu Mountain for the next seven days, if you are not rich and powerful, you can't afford it at all."

Watermelon looked at the lamp burner with some envy in his eyes, and said enviously: "Not only is he rich and powerful, but his family is as rich as a country, and he is a frequent visitor to the shogunate and royal family. His mother is a descendant of the Minamoto family, and his father is a powerful man." Not only that, his family is also not inferior in business, taking almost all the trade with the Qing Dynasty, all the silk and porcelain you can buy in the market are his family's ships It was transported across the ocean. With his financial resources, let alone a seven-day deal, it would take seven lifetimes."

Lin Qingquan squinted his eyes, trying to see clearly the man who was so rich.But the night was too dark, and there was a distance, so I couldn't even see inside.

"However, this person is strange to say. He is not interested in Qian Quan, but wants to be a doctor who saves lives and heals the wounded. Two years ago, he joined Doctor Jing's school, and has since become the most cherished and cherished student of Doctor Jing..."

Watermelon changed the subject, "Speaking of which, I have to mention that the last time Xuanwu lanterns were lit was two years ago. Guess who lit the lanterns, and what did they do to celebrate?"

Lin Qingquan knocked him on the head, "Don't be tricky, speak quickly."

"It's the Imperial Physician Jing." Xigua rubbed his head, "The Imperial Physician Jing lit the lamp to celebrate that he was accepted into the Jingmen, and that he could have such a talented student as his student."

Lin Qingquan turned serious, "Having said so much...you are very familiar with him, do you know him?"

"I know him, but he doesn't know me." Watermelon smiled, "Except for you, there is no one in the entire Xuanwu Mountain who doesn't know him. Anyone who is caught will know his deeds by heart, and many people will steal his portrait Woolen cloth."

Lin Qingquan looked at the tall and thin black figure and asked, "What's his name?"

Amid the fireworks and explosions all over the sky, he vaguely heard a name:

"His name is Ash Kusama."

*

Three days later, the assessment officially began.

The assessment is divided into five rounds, every six days, and a group of doctors will be eliminated in each round.

The content of each round of assessment is different, whether it is consultation, or dispensing, or treatment... Only after passing all five rounds of quizzes can you be interviewed by the imperial doctor in person.

This first round of assessment is all about consultation.

More than 100 examinees were divided into groups of four by lottery, led by a highly skilled Xuanwu doctor, and five people diagnosed a patient at the same time.

Only when the diagnosis result is the same as that of Dr. Xuanwu, and the diagnosis is not missed or good, can it be considered as a pass.

The group of four that Lin Qingquan was in were strangers to each other, and after a simple meeting, they ushered in their round of invigilators.

The proctor in the blue kimono has a slight bald head, but he always smiles kindly and looks easy to get along with.

"Let me lead everyone as the first step towards the mirror door!" He was as energetic as a character in the hot blood series.

Cases in each group were also randomly selected.

The patient drawn by Lin Qingquan's group was a girl from the martial arts family who loved beauty.

She wears the popular Shimada bun, with the hair under the bun pushed back in the shape of a bird's tail. This bird's tail is called 髱, which is fashionable in Edo.The dew grass-colored kimono is fragrant, and her snow-white round face is dotted with pink. She is a cute little beauty.

"I had a red rash on my arm, which was red, swollen and purple, and it hurt when I touched it. I still have fever and vomiting today."

She rolled up her cuffs, revealing a red rash on her arm.

The skin is red and swollen and raised, and the rash is connected into one piece, and the root is purple.

Symptoms can be said to be quite clear.

The three doctors in the same group looked at the slightly shy girl with smiles, all smiling confidently.

Fortunately, they drew a simple and easy to judge case.

This round of assessment will probably pass.

"Well! Luck is part of strength. I hope you can meet such a good examiner as me in the second round of assessment!"

Grinning, the invigilator first picked up the pen and wrote down the diagnosis result in the case record book:

"Accidental onset, hot air rushing to the skin, soaking dampness and poison, and rash. The patient has internal fire, spleen dampness, exogenous rheumatism and heat evil, and the disease is caused by internal and external attacks. It can be concluded that it is eczema, and rosin, dried alum, realgar Make it into powder and mix it with sesame oil for consumption.”

eczema.This is the reference answer given by the proctor.

And those three doctors also wrote the same conclusion on paper.They all diagnosed the cases as eczema, which matched the reference answers perfectly. The descriptors were nothing more than "damp heat and poisonous gas", "internal and external imbalance", "heat and poison hurt the body" and so on.

The invigilator nodded in satisfaction, and picked up the questionnaire presented by Lin Qingquan.

This is where the style of painting changes.

On a blank piece of paper, there are only two large characters: amputation.

"Amputation?" The invigilator stared blankly for a long time, and after confirming that he read it correctly, he jumped up excitedly from his seat, "Amputation!"

"Well, the patient may need amputation." Lin Qingquan said, "Her disease is necrotizing fasciitis, also known as flesh-eating fungus infection. This disease attacks very quickly, and the fatality rate is not low. If the arm is not cut off quickly, She will die soon."

He turned his head to face the dazed girl, and said solemnly: "You are very dangerous now."

"It's just a rash, and the arm needs to be cut off, this..." The examiner didn't quite believe it.

"This is an acute bacterial infection disease." Lin Qingquan said, "Because of the infection of a bacterium called 'meat-eating bacteria', the fascia and subcutaneous tissue are necrotic. When it spreads to the whole body, the patient will have severe symptoms of poisoning. As a result, she died of shock. She is still in the early stage, as long as the arm is cut off."

The invigilator shook his head and put the questionnaire aside, "Unfortunately, you failed the examination."

"Please don't rush to conclusions, teacher."

Lin Qingquan picked up the slender medical knife, soaked it in the sterilized wine, raised his eyes, and said to the Wu family girl, "Can you give me your arm?"

His gaze went straight into the girl's eyes, without fluctuations or emotions, as clear as two puddles of water.

The girl from the Wu family looked at him for a few seconds, and then she obeyed.

"Be patient." He cut open her affected area with a knife.

A foul-smelling mucus overflowed, the mucus was cloudy and purple, and flowed out together with the blood.

The proctor exclaimed.

Even though he has never been in contact with such cases, he can still see that the patient's subcutaneous color is very strange.

This is no ordinary eczema.