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Friday, 13 July 2012

Chinese Legendary Stories 4

 Bian Que was a popular doctor of Cai. day they came across King Cai Huan, looked at him for some time & said, "You are ill. But it doesn't matter, since the disease is yet skin deep. It is simple to cure."

The king squinted at him & said, "Many thanks. But I need no treatment at all! I am as fit as a fiddle."
 
After his departure, the king made comments on him, saying to his men, "That's the way a doctor shows his skills: treating healthy patients to cure non-illness."

10 days later, the king met with Bain Que again & doctor mentioned his disease one time more, "Your Majesty, the disease now has got in to your muscles. You ought to not make light of it. take some medicine."

Bian Que shook his head & left without another word.

Another ten  days passed. When modify happened to put them together, Bian Que said to the king in earnest, "Really Your Majesty! The disease is now already dwelling in your stomach & bowels. It will be mortal in the event you persist in objecting to a treatment in time!"

The king pulled a long face & rejected the advice.

Thus a dozen more days had slipped by before Bian Que showed his face. But not very had he seen King Cai Huan when he took to his heels in a great hurry. puzzled, the king sent a man to find out the reason. When the man caught up with Bian Que, the latter replied, "It's curable when a disease doesn't create to its deadly degree. But now, by refusing a treatment, His Majesty has allowed his disease in to his marrow, a case that nobody can deal with successfully."

Five days afterwards, the king felt his body aching all over. Without delay they sent for Bian Que. But, foreseeing this, Bian Que had long gone to Qin and dodged such a request.

King Cai Huan dies at last, filled with pain and regret.

Acupuncture diagnosis and treatment (with needles etc.,) is in part of this kind, believe it or not.



                                                              SILVER TROUBLES

Zhang San had managed to save up hundred ounces of silver. It gave him both happiness and anxiety. It was a immense amount of money, but if it were stolen, the pleasure of owning it would be gone. He racked his brains, trying to discover a place that was safe for his treasure. At last a fine idea came to mind: "Why don't I put my silver in to a solid box and lock it with giant locks? But what if the thief basically takes away the whole box with the locks and the silver in it?"

The more they pictured his riches being taken away, the more uneasy they felt, till nightmares made him shout in despair. They looked around, but could see no safe place in his house at all. But several days' hard thinking a lovely suggestion came. When night fell, they dug a hole at the base of the wall in his back room. There they buried the silver in secret. To make it safer, they put a note on the wall.

My silver is not buried here."

Now Zhang San set his heart at ease and fell to sleeping soundly. But his neighbour Wang Er had seen what happened. He waited till midnight and then went to dig out the silver. Wand Er also thought up a plan not to be suspected. Side by side with Zhang San's note, he put another, which read.

"Your neighbour Wang Er did not steal it."

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