Practicing Medicine in the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 3

The summer wind in the middle of the night caressed from under the temples, and a ripple-like coolness swept over the thin shoulders.

Wu Yi rubbed his aching forehead, his body really is not good, if he becomes so groggy, he may really confess to this small courtyard that no one cares about in his life.

While having a startling dream, the original memory of this body gradually came to mind.

This year is the second year of Zongzhang.

In this year, the territory of the Tang Dynasty reached its peak since the establishment of the dynasty. From the snowy mountains to the ocean, from the top of the sky to the deep valleys, every inch of land that stretched for tens of millions of miles was facing the city of Chang'an standing in the west.

In this year, Emperor Gaozong of Tang Dynasty was still a wise king who was wise, martial, and decisive, and Wu Zetian was still the mother of a country who loved the world and lived in the harem.

The prosperity and magnificence of this year has never faded through thousands of years of wind and rain, and it still shows its dreamlike glory and heroic spirit to the future world in a restrained and deep way.

And compared to the great empire with infinite scenery, the life of the original owner is as simple as a piece of flawless white paper. Before he can write a word, he has lost his original appearance under the erosion of the disease. .

He is like a weed that fends for itself, indifferently welcoming the arrival of death in this desolate courtyard. The one in the main house didn't even bother to spare his hands to clean him up. From time to time, he plucked the Buddha beads in front of the Bodhisattva, thinking secretly Is it time for this unlucky bastard to go on the road?

The next day, the Jiang family condemned Wu Jiulai again.

"Oh, master, why did you wake up so early." Wu Jiu didn't expect to bump into him, and smiled stiffly, "Madam is always talking about your body, you really don't care about your health. If you go out of the courtyard and catch the wind and cold, others will say that Madam has treated you harshly, a bastard."

As he said that, the bent old waist straightened towards the door, making a gesture to stop Wu Yi who was about to go out.

A slave dared to put on such a pose in front of the little master, which showed the status of the original owner in the family.

Wu Yi slept for a long time, and his head was well-rested. Yesterday's ailment was swept away, and he looked back at Wu Jiu lightly, revealing a completely different coldness from the past.

"Mother's kindness and son's filial piety is the way of heaven and human relations. Since my mother cares so much about me as a son, how can I not be filial in front of the hall? You stopped me here today, are you trying to trap me in a situation of being unfilial and unkind?"

Wu Jiuwanwan didn't expect that the young master would have a day to talk back. He almost thought that he had heard it wrong, and was stunned for a moment in the cool wind. He couldn't find the fault in his words for a while, so he could only say embarrassingly: "Young master's words are wrong. The so-called happiness comes from the soul. You don't have to do everything yourself. As long as you have filial piety, Madam will naturally perceive it."

"Since you are blessed to your heart, why do you have to take this trip for Madam?" Wu Yi snorted coldly, his expression solemn, "You mean Madam is hypocritical, and she is false to my step-son?"

Wu Jiu was originally a paper tiger who pretended to be a tiger, but when Wu Yi asked him a few questions, he couldn't stand up for a long time, and took a step back involuntarily: "Young master is sick and confused, how can you say such nonsense..."

"I don't think I'm sick and confused, but you are old and confused!" Wu Yi's smile deepened, and his sickly eyes looked deep and cold. "Master, when is it the slave's turn to point fingers?"

In Wu Jiu's eyes, Wu Yi is just a little sick cat who has long lost his power. How could he ever think that this harmless little thing would also get angry?

——I was almost panting under the pressure of the domineering aura, only my mouth was still trembling and reluctant: "The young master is getting older, and he will show his prestige to the old slave, old slave, old slave... Go tell Madam, it seems that the young master is tired of the old slave!"

Not only was he tired of it, Wu Yi wished that he would leave immediately.

"Then don't send it."

"Oh? He really said that?"

Wu Jiu nodded his head like a catfish, repeated Wu Yi's words and deeds with embellishments, and said bitterly: "The old slave has stayed in Wu's house for decades, and when the grandfather is here, he is here to serve you. Now that one wants to put on airs as a young master, I am afraid that this old slave will not dare to stay any longer!"

It's midsummer now, and the crape myrtle in the garden is blooming vigorously. The pink and thin petals are tired on the branches, and the clump of camellias that are burning at the bottom of the tree lose three points of their color.

Jiang picked up the camellia plant with pity, and fiddled with it twice in the palm of his hand: "Today's gardener is really caring. Ziwei likes the sun, and camellia likes shade, so he planted the camellia under the crape myrtle, so that the two Flowers of different seasons bloom together."

Wu Jiu couldn't figure out what the master meant, so he could only smile apologetically, "That's Madam's discerning eye, otherwise, how could this gardener have room to use his kung fu!"

"No matter how well the camellia blooms, it depends on the shade of the crape myrtle after all." Jiang put down the flower branch in his palm, and lightly dusted the powder in his palm, "After all, it's an inappropriate thing, and it won't last long."

After saying that, he sighed slightly, and looked at Wu Jiu: "Do you think that gardener is skillful? On the contrary, I think that gardener is unethical, and his thoughts are too much, which makes people bored."

Wu Jiu immediately became obedient and said: "Madam doesn't like the gardener, just ask someone to resign. If you don't like this camellia, this old slave will pull it out for you."

As he said that, he wanted to reach out to dig out that unsightly camellia plant.

"No need." The corner of Jiang's mouth was smiling, but his eyes were pale, "After resigning as a gardener, people will definitely say that I'm being mean. Other than this flower, those who don't know think I'm perverse. Go and have a look at that ignorant kid, you see, that's good, he thinks I'm holding him instead."

"Madame means..."

"It's a good thing that he likes to go out and do some activities." Jiang yawned lazily. The sun was still bright, and she was tired of enjoying it for half a day.

Seeing this, Wu Jiu stretched out his hand to hold her snow-white arm, and heard her lower her head and say in a low voice: "He is suffering so half-deadly, I, a mother, feel very distressed when I see him, but after all, I am the aunt. He is a bastard, and he makes many mistakes, do you understand?"

"Old slave understands, understands!" Wu Jiu is an old man after all, Jiang Shi mentioned a little bit, and he also understood the key point.

That sick child is always going to die, the more aggressive and provocative he is, the more Jiang has to forbear and avoid it.

He didn't raise him with good food and drink, he still didn't believe how long he could live in this world with just two ounces of flesh and blood.

"This servant will send someone to keep an eye on the young master's movements, Madam, don't worry."

Mrs. Jiang smiled slowly, and after a while, she asked quietly: "Master mentioned a few days ago that Taichang Temple will send doctors and doctors of imperial medicine to various places this autumn to select students to fill the vacancies in Chang'an official school, but I have found out clearly, come to us Yuanzhou's, which master is it?"

"I've found out clearly, it's Master Zhang Qiren." Of course Wu Jiu knew what his master was thinking, how dare he be negligent in this matter, and had already found out the key points.

"When our grandpa was still there, he was in the same class as Mr. Zhang, and we had a good friendship with each other. Now that the grandpa has gone, and he can choose to select students, he also asks him to help. How can we not sell our family's face? ? In my opinion, you have to make arrangements for the young master to go to Beijing to salute."

Although the Wu family had a lot of heirs, the Jiang family had only one son, but it didn't matter, there was a difference between superiority and inferiority, and no one dared to go over the head of a legitimate son.

Only then did Jiang slowly smile contentedly: "That's reasonable, anyway, Xu'er should be back from school, let's go back to the house."

Yuanzhou City, Chunlin Hall.

A guy in sackcloth and a scarf was standing next to the front of the hall, looking at the frail young man in front of him with embarrassment.

"It's not like we don't have the medicinal materials you mentioned here. Light powder is fine, but this arsenic...is highly poisonous. Without a prescription from a medical officer, we dare not sell it easily."

"What about the toad cake?"

The guy smiled honestly, a little embarrassed: "I've never heard of this medicinal material, our family has a small business, how can we use these strange medicinal materials!"

The medical system in the Tang Dynasty was not as backward as Wu Yi imagined. Without the prescriptions of government-trained doctors, it was impossible to buy the medicinal materials he wanted casually, and the other few uncommon adjuvants were also unheard of by the boys here.

Wu Yi got up early and went out, of course not to kowtow in front of the Jiang family to show his filial piety.

Jiang's master and servant bullied others, this body was exhausted to death by living lamps, a half-grown child curled up on the cold and cramp bed alone, and died without a sip medicine.

Fortunately, his late mother even hid a few coins for him and sewed them into his belt. People in the Wu family thought he was very sick, and no one wanted to search his body with dirty hands.

Wu Yi held a few scattered silver taels and eight copper coins in his hand, and the face of the mother whom he had never seen appeared in his mind involuntarily. If she knew that her son was tortured to death like this, it would be heartbreaking. the pain.

He couldn't help tightening his palms, slowly grinding out a poisonous and fatal prescription in his heart.

The blind medicinal material at the beginning is arsenic|shuang.

The traditional Chinese medicine prescription for treating leukemia was originally a secret recipe passed down by word of mouth by the old man. It was not dug up and studied seriously until 1000 years later in the technological age. Not to mention that the pharmacists here don’t know it at all, even Wu Yi only learned it. Too much fur.

Arsenic | Frost, toad venom, everything is a deadly poison, not to mention the examples of arsenic | Frost treatment of leukemia only appeared in a few documents in the last century, this desperate prescription, even he himself is not sure whether it is effective or not. Somewhat sure.

Anyway, they are all driven to a dead end, so it's better to give it a try.

Seeing him in a trance, the boy felt a little flustered, not understanding what this weird young man wanted these poisons for.

"Then trouble you to prescribe some other herbs for me."

"Okay, what do you want?"

"Western Codonopsis, whole angelica, raw Atractylodes macrocephala, raw astragalus, Chinese yam..."

Wu Yi slowly recited a familiar health soup with his hands behind his back.

Since the most important medicinal materials were not available for a while, he could only temporarily suspend his life with the decoction that nourishes Qi and invigorates the spleen.

Do your best, listen to the destiny, that's all.

"Slow down, I can't pick up the small ones!" the boy yelled, and he had already weighed and packed the medicinal materials Wu Yi wanted in his hands.

Wu Yi smiled and thanked.

"I see that you know quite a lot about medicine, do you also study medicine in a government school?" The clerk has been used to running around here since he was a child, and he has a little understanding of medicinal materials, "Although this prescription is not prescribed by a gentleman from our time-honored brand, It is a good prescription for maintaining and prolonging life.”

Wu Yi picked up the packaged medicinal materials, shook his head and said, "This is called Slow White Soup. It is a prescription developed by a highly respected doctor, not mine."

"Slow white soup?" The boy repeated Wu Yi's words in a murmur, memorized the prescription in his heart, and then raised his head, where did he still see the figure of that person?

More than ten days passed by in a flash, and the days were like medicine soup boiling quietly on the stove, with subtle changes hidden in the overflowing bitter smell.

After all, the young man was tenacious in life, and after drinking a few sips of soup, his skinny cheeks looked much rosier than before.

Wu Yi undressed secretly, touched the ribs floating on the skin one by one, thinking about how to make himself fatter.

As soon as he put down his clothes, he heard the sound of a gust of wind blowing fallen leaves at the door. Before he could ask who it was, he heard a clear and loud voice rushing over.

"Lord Landlord!"

Ribs floating on the skin one by one, thinking about how to make myself fatter