Chapter 78 Prescriptions for Lijie Diseases

Time passed little by little, and soon it was Sunday again.

In the morning, he first went to the grocery store, brought back pork belly and pork elbow, took the gifts he had bought in advance, and then asked Sha Zhu to ride his bicycle to take him, and they rode together towards Guang'anmen.

When they arrived at Guang'anmen, Sha Zhu was already sweating profusely. He wiped the sweat off his head and muttered, "It's so hot, Meng De, you can give me a ride next time."

"Okay, okay, you sit in the back next time." Wang Mengde agreed readily as he would be needed to help at noon.

The place where Pu Lao lived was a private courtyard. After knocking on the door, the staff opened it. He obviously knew the news in advance and led the two into the courtyard without saying a word.

This is a courtyard with three main rooms and half an ear room on each side of the main room. This is because the courtyard is small, with a width of only four rooms, so half an ear room is set up on each side of the main room, forming a "four broken five" pattern.

Symmetrically positioned in front of the principal house are the east and west wing rooms, and there are the same number of back rooms as the principal rooms, forming the most basic prototype of the Beijing courtyard.

In the living room, Pu Lao and a middle-aged man were sitting there. When they saw Wang Mengde and the other man come in, the middle-aged man stood up and greeted them warmly, "Mengde is here, and this little brother, come in and sit down and rest for a while."

This middle-aged man is Pu Lao’s son, Senior Brother Zhixiao.

"Sir, senior brother, this is our neighbor He Yuzhu whom I mentioned to you a few days ago. He cooks delicious Sichuan cuisine." Wang Mengde introduced with a smile.

"My friend, thank you for your hard work today. You have come a long way to help me cook a meal. Sit down, have a glass of water and take a rest." Mr. Pu said with a smile.

After chatting for a while and drinking a glass of water, Sha Zhu saw that it was getting late, so he stood up and said, "You guys continue chatting, I'll go to the kitchen to prepare."

As he spoke, he carried the ingredients that had been prepared in advance and walked towards the kitchen. The original chef, who was also very observant, followed him to help.

At noon, when Mr. Pu saw the table full of delicious Sichuan cuisine, he couldn't help but pick up his chopsticks first.

After tasting each dish, he put down his chopsticks and said to Sha Zhu, "Xiao He, your cooking skills are the essence of Sichuan cuisine. It's delicious."

A meal is a feast for the host and the guest.

After drinking a cup of tea, Sha Zhu had to go to Hongbinlou, so he left early.

After chatting for a few more words, Pu Lao took them to the study. After sitting down, he said, "Meng De happened to be here today. I have a proven recipe for treating gout. Let me tell you about it."

He started by talking about the cause of rickets, then went on to explain how to make a diagnosis, and finally gave a proven prescription.

"I got this prescription from an old Chinese doctor I met before. Later, I adjusted two herbs and it worked very well in treating rickets."

Wang Mengde listened attentively. Sometimes he had an epiphany, and sometimes he lowered his head in deep thought. After Pu Lao finished speaking, he thought for a moment and began to ask a few questions.

After Pu Lao answered their questions one by one, the two of them sat aside and did not speak, waiting for their senior brother to come back to his senses.

The three of them stayed in the study for more than two hours. Seeing that Mr. Pu was not in good spirits, Wang Mengde quickly stood up and said goodbye.

"Sir, I should go back now. You need to rest too."

Picking up the teacup and taking a sip of tea to moisten his throat, Pu Lao looked at the sky outside and said with a reluctant look, "Okay, that's all for today. Meng De can come over when he has time."

In the study, after seeing Wang Mengde off, Senior Brother Zhixiao looked at his father who was resting with his eyes closed, and asked in confusion: "Dad, why did you teach him such a precious recipe?"

According to his understanding, such good things should be passed on to sons but not daughters, and passed on to family members but not outsiders, so they should only be passed on to him in the future.

Besides, his father had only accepted this young disciple for a short time, so even if he wanted to pass on his skills, he had to test him carefully first. "Today is the first time you have met him. What do you think of his talent? How does he compare to you?" Pu Lao did not open his eyes or answer his son's question. He leaned back in his chair and asked.

"He is very talented and better than me." Although he was reluctant, the senior brother had to admit the fact.

"It's not that they are better than you, it's that there are many who are better than you." Pu Lao opened his eyes, sat up straight, and continued:
“When I was explaining the prescription to you two just now, he understood everything I said very quickly, and you were lucky enough to understand only 20% to 30% of it.

Also, after I finished speaking, he immediately started asking questions, and these questions were very direct to the point, while you were still thinking about what I just said, Zhixiao, this is the difference. "

After a pause, he continued, "Your other fellow disciples all have similar talents to you. Although they are stronger than most people, it is difficult for them to inherit my legacy.

But he is different. I have never met anyone as talented as Meng De. He is also diligent and studious. His future achievements will probably surpass mine."

After hearing his father praising this junior fellow apprentice so highly, the senior apprentice was stunned for a moment and didn't say anything for a long time.

Rainy Alley.

Wang Mengde put down his bicycle, said hello to his parents and He Shengnan, then sat on a chair, carefully recalling what Professor Pu said, while searching for information about rickets in his space.

He felt like he had found a treasure regarding the prescription he got today, and he also planned to see if there was any room for improvement based on it.

It’s not that this prescription is bad, but because this prescription requires dialectical analysis to add or subtract medicine, he plans to try whether it can be mass-produced.

In early September, the weather in the mornings and evenings has become cooler.

That day, Wang Mengde and Qian Dayong were walking to the cafeteria together. On the way, Wang Mengde saw that Qian Dayong was not in a good state, so he couldn't help but ask, "Brother Dayong, is there anything wrong with you?"

Normally, this guy would talk nonstop, no matter it was the gossip in the courtyard or other interesting things, he would take the initiative to tell Wang Mengde. But today, when they were almost at the cafeteria, he didn't say a few words.

Abnormal, too abnormal!
"My teacher asked me to prepare some materials carefully these days so that I can go on stage and share my thoughts when the teachers start teaching next time." Qian Dayong said weakly.

He has been depressed since he heard the news this morning.

My mood suddenly became bad.

"Isn't this a good thing? Letting you share your thoughts is definitely a sign of recognition for you. Besides, you will also get comments and suggestions from the gentlemen, which will also be beneficial to you."

Wang Mengde spoke.

"But I don't have any good ideas to share recently," Qian Dayong said frustratedly.

"Brother Dayong, don't be anxious. We haven't decided when to start yet. You still have time to think about it."

Wang Mengde looked at him sympathetically and comforted him.

In this kind of situation, he could do nothing to help the other party and could only give some advice with words.

"There's not much time. Since the teacher told me, it will basically be a matter of the next few days."

Sure enough, Qian Dayong was right.

(End of this chapter)