Practicing Medicine in the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 5

Li Sujie's words were as light as the wind, but they fell on Wu Yi's ears like a thunderbolt.

Li Sujie's words were as light as the wind, but when they fell into Wu Yi's ears, they were like

He knew that he, a modern person, must have different views from the ancients, but he didn't expect that the relationship between parents and children can be so weak as to be vicious.

It's no wonder that Mrs. Wu tripped him up everywhere, even if the parents and children were like this, the concubine was even more unforgiving.

On the contrary, Li Sujie raised his brows, quite relieved: "You are right, there is no poison in this world, it all depends on where it is used. It is better to use this box of arsenic to save people than to kill yourself, and it should be my poison." This son has accumulated blessings for his elders."

Wu Yi nodded deeply: "Today's kindness is unforgettable."

With this most elusive medicinal material, this prescription can be easily pieced together.

Li Jing was more active than his own father, waking Li Fu up in the dark every day and urging him to catch toads. The old slave dared not delay, and within three or two days, he gathered a pot of lumpy toads and placed them in the empty front yard of Li's house. There is endless chatter.

Wu Yi taught them to feed the toads with chili peppers, and then scraped off the white slurry secreted by the toads' ears with a small wooden chip, spread it on a white porcelain plate, sprinkled it with flour, and dried it on the tip of the fire to form a crisp.

"Why do these white things turn black when they dry?"

Li Jing still doesn't understand the subtle changes in these crafts. He is just at the age when he can't hold back his curiosity. Every day he follows Wu Yi's footsteps like a puppy, watching him measure a slightly tilted balance with a small copper scale in his hand. Filled with curiosity.

Wu Yi lowered his eyebrows and counted the numbers on the scale: "This is the growth of medicinal materials, just like when your teeth fall out and your hair grows, the medicinal materials will change little by little."

Li Jing nodded half-understood, and reached out to fiddle with the candy-like toads, but Wu Yi slapped the cat's paws off with one hand.

He squinted at the young master, full of threats: "If you make trouble again, I won't answer your question."

Li Jing immediately held his hands obediently behind his back, his small body straightened, like some kind of young sapling that just broke the ground, with an air of anger rushing to the sky.

Wu Yi couldn't help grinning, the life soaked in medicinal herbs is always full of a touch of bitterness, but this time with a chattering little dumpling, he didn't seem so lonely.

After Wu Yi prepared a few doses of medicine, he stopped bothering Li's mansion. After bidding farewell to Li Sujie, he returned to the small courtyard where he was so cold that he was not at all popular.

Every day he slowly boiled a pot of medicine, paired with the slow white soup that had hanged his life before, pinching his nose and pouring it down in one go, the remaining strength was only enough to climb to the collapse and rest.

The days soaked in the medicine are endless fever, bleeding, and drowsiness. Wu Yi can almost feel the poison and disease vying for every inch of land in his body. will.

In order to resist negative emotions, Wu Yi drew a deep horizontal line on the top of the wall with a corner of a small copper weight every day, adding up his hope of surviving one by one.

The pain caused by the two-phase struggle was like Ling Chi, and when the pain was unbearable, he could only grit his teeth and stand firm, and he clenched his fists to cut off all the thoughts of giving up in the palm of his hand.

Now that we have suffered enough, we must endure it.

To survive is a brand new life.

Wu Jiu still came here every now and then as usual. He himself stinks of sweat in the September and October days, but he couldn't hide the bitter taste of the medicine soup that filled the courtyard.

There was a secret movement in his heart, his face was still smiling, he glanced into the room from a distance, lowered his head and put down the leftovers of the day, turned around and told his mistress.

Jiang flicked the beads with his three-inch long nails, and said calmly: "This month's income is good--that child is really good at finding trouble, and he can't rest even when he is sick. Go and inquire about the medicine shops on the street. See what medicine he bought."

She still didn't believe that a small town like Yuanzhou could turn out a miracle doctor who could rejuvenate.

Wu Jiu got the order, and soon got back a creepy reply.

"Husband, ma'am." Wu Jiu stood tremblingly by the side, her voice whispered into Jiang's ears, "Master Yi bought it, it was... arsenic|scent!"

Jiang's eyeballs moved left and right with the abacus froze, and then he showed a three-pointed smile: "Yo, I really didn't see that he still has such a heart."

Wu Jiu carefully set off: "But the clerk in the shop said that he didn't have a prescription from a government-trained doctor, so he didn't dare to sell it to him. I have inquired about all the pharmacies in Yuanzhou City, and none of them sold it to him."

"If you really buy it, can you and I still stand here?" She gritted her teeth suddenly, almost gnashing a mouthful of teeth, "I let him live with good intentions, but he is a rock that can't be warmed! You say, Who is he planning to poison? Xu'er..."

She was startled suddenly, and the hair on her body stood up, like a mother cat whose hair was frowned because of protecting her cubs, subconsciously stroking her long nails.

Wu Jiu helped her steady: "Master Xu has a kind heart, and he has never provoked him. Madam, don't be afraid!"

"Although I have never advocated the theory of Daxing concubines, there are always rules from top to bottom. If they are not kept in order, will he hold a grudge?"

The more she thought about it, the more frightened she became, and she directly labeled Wu Yi as jealous: "A letter from Chang'an a few days ago, Dr. Zhang Qiren has come to Yuanzhou, he is considered the young master of the Wu family, there is no guarantee that he will not be involved in this matter." Move your mind."

"Just relying on his mother who is alive or not?" Wu Jiu spat on Jiuquan's former master for his wife, "Compared to our young master Xu, he is more than a pearl, and he is beyond his control! Since he has a heart So vicious..."

"It's better..." He quietly glanced at Jiang's eyes, "This old slave is going to report to Master Ming and ask him to make a decision."

"There is no evidence, just rely on our empty words?" Jiang snorted coldly, with a stern smile on his lips, "Go, pick up a good day and give the good things in my house to Master Yi Well, our Wu family is a respectable family after all, if he wants it, how can we shorten his?"

Wu Yi took two doses of medicine, one fierce and one slow, and after these three months of hard and soft medicine, he finally lost some of his symptoms and lost a little bit of weight.

The newly grown flesh supports a thin piece of skin, outlining a face with bright eyes and beautiful eyes. The brows are raised like embroidery knives, piercing the weak and sickly body in the past, revealing a sharp edge like a blade coldness.

In the end, he was a young man who had just grown tall, with new vigor oozing from skin to bone.

Wu Yixin brushed over a basin of clear water that was as smooth as a mirror, and looked at the circles of fine lines that slowly spread out and then retracted. The broken human figure was no longer the dilapidated appearance of a hundred years ago, and the pupils that had been burnt out due to illness glowed with brilliance again.

Fate gave him another way to survive.

The question is, where does this road go?

He is a modern person who can recognize traditional characters but can't write them, let alone write stereotyped articles, scientific research is definitely a dead end.

If you want to simply plow the fields, I am afraid that this body will not help you.

After thinking about it, it seems that he can only go back to his old job. Even if he can't become a master of the apricot altar, it is not difficult to carry a small scale to weigh medicine, and live a stable life.

He was lowering his head in thought when he heard a knock on the door.

Wu Jiu pushed open the door uninvited, and said hello politely.

"Master Yi, are you in good spirits today?"

Although his eyes are small, his eyes do not leak a speck of dust. He has long seen Wu Yiwei's bowed back, with a slender spine protruding from his thin clothes—still thin, but not like in the past, piece by piece. The vertebrae are all countable.

Wu Jiu was amazed, but without saying a word, before Wu Yi turned around, he quietly put the medicine bottle with blue and white water patterns in his sleeve into the gap under his closet.

He can't afford big things, but his mind is shrewd. Wu Yi's sickness naturally doesn't have the energy to move the closet. When the time comes, he just needs to report to the master and get the stolen goods. Wouldn't he worry about kicking him out of the house?

He had already planned Wu Yi's death, with a smug smile in his eyes, but he withdrew his heart the moment Wu Yi turned around.

——Is this still the sick little bean sprout back then?

The young man in front of him looks like Zhang Danqing's painted skin, from the tips of his brows to the corners of his lips are meticulously crafted with a brush, and there is a cold smile hanging on his porcelain white face, like a sudden spring cold in a gentle wind and drizzle noodle.

It looks like it was turned out of his mother's template.

Wu Jiu was inexplicably frightened, her legs went limp, and she couldn't help shivering: "Master Yi, you, are you well?"

Wu Yi glanced at him solemnly: "Am I okay?"

Dao's cold gaze woke Wu Jiu up. That one was always cowardly and never put on airs in front of his servants. If it wasn't for Jiang's relentless ruthlessness after he was not eliminated, he didn't want to be ruthless at first.

Who knew that a bodhisattva-like son would give birth to a ghost-like son, who would go back to the spring and continue to do evil after lingering on the Wu manor for so long!

"This old slave doesn't mean that, old slave, old slave, let's go now."

Without waiting for Wu Yi to ask more questions, he hurriedly chose an excuse and fled this desolate courtyard staggeringly.

Inside the Wu family mansion is another scene.

It has been more than 20 years since Wu Ji was relegated to Yuanzhou.

Almost half a round of time has passed, from Zhenguan to Zongzhang, from Taizong to the current emperor, it seems that he, the governor of Yuanzhou, has been completely forgotten in this land of water and rice far away.

He was tired of waiting, and he was old, with more gray hair than black hair, and wrinkles crawled to his brows.The hard bones honed by decades of wind and rain were kneaded into the gentle countryside, and shattered into white and soft fat.

He was so old that he didn't like to look in the mirror, but he was willing to look at his son-in-law and reflect his handsome appearance in the past from his young and clean face.

Counting the days, Zhang Qiren will soon arrive in Yuanzhou.

He called Wu Xu to him, and smiled kindly: "Have you memorized all the "Shen Nong's Materia Medica"?"

"The memorization is ninety mature."

The young man raised his head and smiled, obviously already fully confident.

"That's good." Wu Ji nodded in relief, "Dr. Zhang Qiren's most respected medical classic is this "Shen Nong's Materia Medica". If you go back and read all the scriptures and annotations, you will definitely be favored."

"Yes."

Jiang shi quietly stood at the door and listened, and only after hearing the word "yes" did she make up her mind. She was caressing her heart and letting out a long sigh of relief, when Wu Jiu rushed into her eyes recklessly.

"Ma'am!" He exclaimed, "Wu Yi's illness has recovered!"

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In the Tang Dynasty, there were all kinds of doctors, who were officials who passed on their masters to teach their careers. Doctors of imperial medicine gave lectures to the medical monks of Taichang Temple, and their status was quite high.