Chapter 84 - Chapter 84: Chapter 84: Little Divine Doctor_l (1/2)

Chapter 84: Chapter 84: Little Divine Doctor_l

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After a moment, Yingbao sneaked a peek at Wu Daozi. Seeing he didn’t seem angry, she tentatively asked again, “Uncle Wu, are you really…” not going to try?

Wu Daozi didn’t wait for her to finish before putting down his book and good-naturedly stretching out his wrist, “Then you go ahead and take my pulse.”

He estimated if he didn’t let her take his pulse, this little girl could nag him the whole way without stopping.

Yingbao blinked, almost thinking she had misheard.

Wu Daozi was actually letting her take his pulse. Wasn’t he a Divine Doctor? Why would he let a child take his pulse?

But such a question could only be contemplated in her heart, she was not going to ask it out loud.

Though pretending to be calm on the surface, Yingbao thrusted out three fingers in a fake proficiency and took Wu Daozi’s pulse.

But she was still a bit nervous. After all, he was a future Divine Doctor.

When he became famous as the Divine Doctor, she would hire a painter to capture this moment, with the caption: “On a certain day, month, and year, a three-year-old child prodigy took the pulse of the Divine Doctor.”

Heh, she could make a name for herself just based on this story alone.

Yingbao carefully felt his pulse and said, “Uncle Wu, your pulse is smooth and slightly sticky, indicating a stagnation of liver energy and the energy mechanism of the lung and stomach is not smooth. Are you often frustrated?”

She pointed at Wu Daozi’s neck and continued, “Subsequently, dampness accumulated to form a disease, and phlegm-energy blockage occurs in the neck. As a result, you have a swelling in your neck, and the neck mass grows bigger.”

Wu Daozi nodded in approval, “Your diagnosis isn’t bad.” He rubbed his neck and mockingly asked, “So does young Doctor Yingbao have a cure?”

After pondering for a moment, Yingbao took out a few boiled water chestnuts from her pocket and handed them over, saying earnestly, “This is a good medicine.”

Wu Daozi laughed heartily and took the water chestnuts gratefully, “Thank you for the medicine, young doctor.”

He just assumed it was a child’s game and didn’t take it seriously.

Yingbao saw him continuing to read his book, showing no intention to “take the medicine,” and impatiently urged, “Uncle Wu, why aren’t you taking your medicine? Taking the medicine is how you get better.”

Wu Daozi looked at her and had no choice but to stuff a water chestnut into his mouth and started to crunch.

Only after seeing him finish three of them did Yingbao finally look away, satisfied.

After that, they didn’t speak much. Yingbao even fell asleep. When she woke up, the mule cart had stopped in a courtyard.

“Get off and stretch your legs.” Wu Daozi lifted Yingbao down from the mule cart and set her on the ground.

A few soldiers with large “Post” characters embroidered on their backs came over and respectfully asked, “Sir, will you be stopping here for a rest or lodging?”

“Rest for a while. Bring us some food to eat, we’ll leave once we’re finished.” Wu Daozi instructed with his hands behind his back, “Also, bring a brazier over.” “Yes, sir. I’ll go handle that right away.” The postal soldier ran off quickly. Yingbao tilted her head and looked at Wu Daozi, thinking to herself, it turns out he’s an officer.

Not just anyone could rest in a postal station. This was a place controlled by the government office, and without any official rank, one wouldn’t even be allowed to stand at the entrance.

Yingbao looked around and saw a latrine at the edge of the courtyard. She called to a postal soldier to take her there.

Now she could bluff around a bit, playing a little fox borrowing the tiger’s prestige.

After using the latrine, the postal soldier brought hot water for her to wash her face and hands, then took her to eat.

Of course, she was eating with Uncle Wu.

The food was quite ordinary, just steamed buns, tofu, pickles, not even a single egg.

Judging from this treatment, Wu Daozi’s official rank wasn’t very high.

Food and warm water at the postal station were free for passing officers, but the quality of food was directly linked to an officer’s rank. What rank you were determined what kind of food you got. This was a rule from the Imperial Court. If you weren’t satisfied, you could pay extra for additional dishes.