Practicing Medicine in the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 16 Catching Worms

When it comes to old people, Li Ji will inevitably indulge in memories.

He babbled and said: "Old man Changsun is upright by nature, and the old man once persuaded him to endure the humiliation for a while, but he is born with a hard bone, and he can't be broken. Brother Li is good at protecting his life wisely, and he died in a leisurely manner." Mr. Xiao is the most impatient, but fortunately Taizong always has a way to deal with him. His monarch and his ministers were noisy in life, Taizong went, but he was asked to accompany him to Zhaoling, as if no one would speak..."

Counting and counting, I couldn't count. I stretched out a thin arm from under the quilt, trying to clean up the history of old friends with my fingers.

That part of the arm doesn't look like a human arm, with one after another scars lying across it, it's clearly a rusty iron sword.

Li Ji had been burned for a long time, and fell into a coma after counting halfway. Zhang Qiren quietly retreated behind the tent, and wrote a prescription with a pen.

Li Siwen took the prescription, and finally asked the doubts in his heart: "According to Zhang's opinion, how many days does father have..."

Zhang Qiren pondered for a moment, then stretched out a palm.

Li Siwen's expression was shocked: "Could it be that my father only has five months to live?"

Zhang Qiren frowned into shallow rivers, tightened his five fingers, and gathered many sighs in the palm of his hand.

"General Li's time is numbered, only a handful."

Unexpectedly, Li Siwen didn't expect him to mean this, and immediately froze on the spot, rolled the whites of his eyes, and almost passed out.He himself is already old, and after a lot of tossing around the family, there is another patient.

Zhang Qiren had no choice but to add a prescription for him, and asked Wu Yi to hand it to the pharmacy of the Duke's mansion to cook it.

Wu Yi hurriedly put away the medicine box, asked the steward for directions, and trotted along the way.

Li Ji's temperament is mixed between Li Jing's sophistication and Xiao Yu's integrity, and even the painting style of the mansion is a combination of the boldness of a general and the elegance of a civil servant.Walking along the way, the wind winds around the bamboos, the light shakes the flowering trees, the branches and leaves are scattered, and there is a rustling sound.

Everything is like its owner, which is noble on the outside and not vulgar on the inside.

As soon as Wu Yi arrived at the door of the pharmacy, he saw a tall and slender young man with a pair of phoenix eyes like razor blades, and his Goguryeo blood was written on his face.

"Mr. Zhang asked you to come here? Just give me the prescription." He greeted Wu Yi as soon as he saw him, "My name is Xu Rong, and I am the righteous grandson of General Li."

Wu Yigang was about to introduce himself, but the other party already grabbed his shoulders familiarly and led him into the pharmacy.

As soon as you enter the door, you will see a variety of medicine cabinets.

Li Ji has lived to this age, the only remaining hobby is to fight against Empress Wu, regards health preservation as the main goal of life, and is determined to live a few more years to make trouble for the Empress, so he never saves money on the pharmacy.

Wu Yi took a cursory glance, palm-sized Ganoderma lucidum, three-inch-long ginseng, thick chunks of ambergris, and treasures that were offered like treasures in the drugstores in Yuanzhou City were not enough to catch the eye here, there were hundreds of them all. There are more medicinal herbs than Wu Yi has seen in his two lifetimes combined.

Next to the medicinal materials cabinet stood a small rosewood carved table, on which were placed several jars of medicinal wine, with a seal on the top, and three big characters written in flamboyant fashion - Xungufeng.

Seeing Wu Yi looking around with great interest, Xu Rong regarded him as a child who had never seen the world: "This is Xungufeng Medicinal Wine, which has the effect of expelling wind and dampness, promoting blood circulation and dredging collaterals. The general should take a sip and drink a few times." Ten years!"

To put it bluntly, Xungufeng is a kind of natural analgesic and anti-inflammatory medicine. Li Jiheng has fought in the Northern War for decades, and it is inevitable that he will suffer from rheumatism.When you come back from victory, you open your belly and drink a big bowl, which is better than all kinds of finely ground and precious herbs.

While speaking, Xu Rong has already opened the drawer swiftly with his hands and feet, quickly picked up a few herbs with two fingers, put them on the small copper weight and weighed them, impartially.

He turned back to the case, poured the medicinal materials on the wooden board on the case blindly, touched his waist, and pulled out a small knife for piercing holes.

This knife is slender and smooth, with a snow-white blade rolled out from the black blade, and a dazzling silver light flashes when the blade turns.

Wu Yi couldn't help but secretly sighed, what a handsome knife!

What is more handsome than the knife is the pair of hands that wield the knife.

The slender, white hands are the tenderness unique to young people, and there is a firm tenacity in the protruding veins.

Turning the handle of the knife, the palm covered with thin calluses was exposed, and the clean skin showed several tiny purple blood vessels underneath, interlacing with the clearly visible palm prints, like a perfect tattoo.

Xu Rong raised the knife in his hand and fell, several silver lights struck down, and the medicinal materials on the case had been scattered into several sections, neatly stacked into several piles.

Several stacks of herbs were put on the scale again, and the small copper weight tilted slightly, not much, not too much.

This skill, let alone a pharmacist, even a chef may not be able to catch up.

Wu Yizheng was dumbfounded, but Xu Rong had already sheathed his knife, and rubbed his palms against each other: "I'll make Brother Yi laugh at you."

"How do you know who I am?"

Xu Rong said "Hi", put the hand that was holding the knife and medicine just now on Wu Yi's shoulder, and put a smile on the tip of Wu Yi's nose.

"Didn't the doctor tell you, am I your brother?"

... No wonder Zhang Qiren asked him, a stranger, to run errands, he dared to recognize his face.

Xu Rong sealed the prepared medicinal materials tightly, and ordered the people below to fry them carefully with a slow fire and send them over. Then he wiped his palms with a square towel, pulled Wu Yi and walked out.

"I was originally from Korea. I had no father or mother since I was a child. It was General Li who picked me up from the battlefield and sent me to the government to study medicine. The general fell ill this time, so Taichang Temple specially allowed me to return to the government to serve the sick."

This kind of craftsmanship is just a novice, Wu Yi couldn't help being surprised in his heart, Chang'an really is a place where crouching tiger hides dragon.

The two rushed back to the front hall from the pharmacy side by side. The steward had already prepared a family banquet, and the general was always particular about eating meat and drinking in large bowls. There were not a few fresh green vegetables on the dishes on the table. Fat meat crowded the table.

Xu Rong quietly ordered the back kitchen: "Dr. Zhang has a light taste, remove half of the meat dishes and make some refreshing vegetarian dishes."

The cook hurriedly replied yes, and couldn't help complaining: "Master Rong, it's cold spring in March, and the people above didn't say earlier that the kitchen didn't have many vegetarian dishes. Could it be possible to cook a table of winter cellar cabbage greens for the guests?" Carrot, doesn't this disgrace our Duke's Mansion?"

Xu Rong had expected this, and thought of a way on the way here: "Light food may not necessarily be vegetarian, just make a few health-preserving medicinal meals, such as white chicken stewed with red beans, duck sauce porridge, and lean meat stewed in frost and snow." , the ingredients are all ready-made, and the soup is served with a ginkgo osmanthus dumpling soup, and if it is not enough, just go to the pharmacy to get it.”

He was thoughtful and thoughtful, and the cook was convinced immediately: "It is said that you, Young Master Rong, are the deputy steward of the British government, and I am not as considerate as you in the steward!"

Xu Rong was still busy going back to greet the guests, so he didn't have time to gossip with him, so he just said "I don't dare to do it", and rushed out of the kitchen to clean up another mess.

When he got the big and small things in order, the whole table was almost finished for dinner, and Li Siwen was still fainting on the bed with his eyes turned white, accompanied by his eldest grandson Li Jingye.

Li Jingye has been working as an official outside the country all year round, so he should not have entered Beijing unless he was ordered to do so. This time he came here in a hurry to see the old man for the last time.

His name is quite familiar to Wu Yi, but his ordinary face does not reveal the air of a big man. His eyes are as gentle as nephrite jade, revealing the elegance of a literati, which contrasts with the bold Xu Rong More like Li Ji's grandson.

Wait, Xu Rong, Li Jingye... Xu Jingye?

Wu Yi almost bit off his tongue.

Why did he forget that General Li Ji was given the surname Li by Li Shimin himself, and his eldest grandson Li Jingye is naturally Xu Jingye, and the famous article in history "A Call for Martial Arts for Xu Jingye" was written by King Luo Bin on his behalf. Come to crusade against Empress Wu.

This big man who will set off a turbulent wave is actually sitting in front of him, eating and drinking with his teacher with a peaceful smile, talking about trivial matters of his parents from time to time, and worrying about the rice price in Chang'an.

Seeing that Xu Rong was sweating profusely, Li Jingye hurriedly pulled him into the table: "I live in Meizhou for most of my brothers, and it's really hard work for my brother to manage the housework and serve the sick bed."

Xu Rong wiped his forehead and scraped off a few drops of sweat: "Brother came back, the family has the backbone, my brother is just an errand, so what's the trouble!"

The two exchanged a few words of pleasantries, and a small man hurried over and knocked his head in front of Zhang Qiren in a hurry.

"Master is seriously ill! Doctor Zhang, go and have a look!"

When a few people rushed to Li Ji's sick bed, there was already a circle of people kneeling on the ground.

Xu Rong frowned: "Physician Zhang is here, you all go out and wait!"

Most of the people under the bed were descendants of other branches of the Li family. They all rushed here after hearing the news that Li Ji was critically ill, and rushed to show their filial piety before the old man ascended to heaven.

The British public was dizzy due to illness, and maybe he was moved by his filial piety, so he crooked his fingers and gave him some small officials.

Kneeling may change a good future, this is definitely a profitable business.

Thinking about it this way, of course he can't be preempted by a wild boy who doesn't even deserve the surname Li. If Xu Rong wants to monopolize the benefits, he has to ask them, the orthodox descendants of the Li family, if they will nod!

Xu Rong said nothing, and scratched the straight backs of these people, like tofu hitting a wall, without moving at all.

Only the black cat at Li Ji's feet was woken up by Xu Rong from his nap. It raised its neck and gave a long yawn, squinted its eyes lazily, and meowed in satisfaction as it looked at the filial sons and grandsons bowing down to it.

The author has something to say:

The famous ambergris is the poop of the whale, although the whale is very cute, but it is poop!

Every time I see the scent of ambergris on the hero of the novel, I feel bad all over (wipe away tears)