sinovels Chapter 53 The Death of He Lan
Chapter 53 The Death of He Lan
Thousands of words passed through my heart one by one, and finally turned into a soft sigh.
"stand up."
Before Li Jing responded, Shen Hanshan sneered: "How can you teach an apprentice like this? Get down on your knees, and you treat him as a five-year-old child?"
Wu Yi felt ashamed. As a disciple, on the road of practicing medicine, there was always a thin or tall figure walking in front of him. Whether it was strict like Zhang Qiren or enlightened like Shen Hanshan, these ancestors all used their own Step by step, his feet test the way for him and guide him on the right path.
On the contrary, Li Jing was his first serious student, the first apprentice who followed him step by step, and his own "master" had indeed neglected a lot in his upbringing and teaching.
I just don't know when Shen Hanshan realized the relationship between him and Li Jing, his eyes like two sides of mirror, clearly illuminated all the hidden secrets in his heart.
Shen Hanshan made another point: "That day King Pei was ill, how did Dr. Zhang teach you?"
Wu Yi couldn't help but think of the day when Pei Wang Li Xian was suddenly ill, and before he even got to the patient, he presumptuously made a diagnosis.It was Dr. Zhang who used a ginkgo tree as an analogy to him, and pointed out his mistakes tactfully.
Thinking about it this way, I am indeed too irresponsible for Li Jing's rough sheep-herding education.
So he squatted down halfway, and was at eye level with Li Jing: "Do you know what's wrong this time?"
Li Jing lowered his head and thought for a while: "Because the prescription I prescribed delayed Sister Yang's chastity and life."
"Do you still remember the time when I was treating your mother when I was in Yuanzhou?" Wu Yi was not in a hurry to pursue responsibility, but instead gently wrapped his arms around his shoulders, reminiscing with him, "Actually, your mother didn't There was no serious illness, but ginseng was used in summer to turn the medicine into poison. So after letting her avoid it, she got better instead."
Li Jing has grown up a lot, and the things in his childhood have gradually faded away, and his memory has gradually been covered with a thin veil of time. Among the overlapping past events, there is only the thin and thin picture when he and Wu Yi first met. The porcelain-white face and those blue pupils that were burnt to ashes are still engraved in his mind.
At that time, he regarded his master as a god, and he took the mustard cakes every day to make offerings to Haosheng.
Seeing his eyes flickering, looking back at the past, Wu Yi continued to be persuasive: "So, no matter whether medicinal materials or prescriptions, there is no difference between good and bad, only the difference between using them properly, are you right?"
The little head nodded heavily, and already knew where the mistake was.
"I shouldn't prescribe random prescriptions, because any prescription that is not used properly can be poison, right?"
Wu Yi patted his head approvingly, and patted the dust off his knees: "So you can't prescribe casually if you can't see the patient, understand?"
Li Jing flung herself into his arms, blamed herself, and finally felt aggrieved: "But I can't disobey the princess' orders."
A pair of sparkling eyes were filled with tears, like two pools of autumn water with raindrops, reflecting the corners of Wu Yi's lips that curled up helplessly.
"Then tell the patriarch." He also teased Shen Hanshan with a half smile, "Dr. Shen is the No.1 who can 'cure' the princess."
Before Shen Hanshan could say no, Li Jing had already escaped from Wu Yi's arms, ran to Shen Hanshan, and kowtowed flatly to the ground.
"Grandfather is good."
Shen Hanshan couldn't help laughing and said: "You are more obedient than your little master. When Dr. Zhang said that I made money, it turned out that I made a smart little disciple!"
He casually said a few teasing and joking words, and dissolved the previous dignified atmosphere, as if opening a window that had been closed for a long time, allowing the golden summer sun outside to spread back into the house.
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The case of He Lanmin's rape of the Yang family was muddied by a casually bought servant. This was also the letter Wu Yi heard from Yan Ming later.
"On the surface, it was said that Yang's fortune was poor and his life was short, and he was seriously ill. In fact, everyone has an idea of what the truth is."
Yan Ming threw a peanut into his mouth and chewed it loudly. The bland taste of the peanut was mixed with the secrets of the palace in Chang'an City, and it suddenly became delicious.
"Actually, who doesn't know that it was that thief He Lanminzhi who was so lustful that he forcibly took Mrs. Yang? Poor Mrs. Yang is determined to be strong, and refuses to give up everything in the world. In the end, she couldn't even earn a memorial archway for virgins." Yan Ming sighed, even the peanuts in his mouth stopped, to show his sympathy for Yang.
Wu Yi's hand couldn't help but hesitate, and the small copper scale for adding medicine fell to the side. Fortunately, Yan Ming quickly caught the medicine that fell to the ground, and Wu Yi couldn't listen to something he muttered.
What Empress Wu wants to protect is not He Lanminzhi, the culprit, but Taiping, the source of the trouble. What the family wants is the four words "calm things up".
He understood the crux of it in his heart, but it was impossible to untie this knot like curing a disease to save a patient.
Yan Ming put down the medicinal materials before he ate the last bite of peanuts, his teeth creaking, as if he was about to chew a mouthful of the rumored evil He Lanmin.
"I heard that He Lan'er looks pretty flirtatious. Next time I bump into this bastard, I'll definitely tie him up and find a bunch of greedy rough guys so that he can taste what it's like to be raped!"
Yan Ming only has the pride and righteousness of a man from the Northwest. This method of "tit for tat" sounds really satisfying, but He Lan has already been exiled to Leizhou, so he probably won't be able to touch it if he wants to.
As Wu Yi rebalanced the copper scale in front of him, he slowly weighed the remaining weight of He Lanminzhi in Empress Wu's heart. This unrestrained nephew had already squandered the only family affection and patience that Empress Wu had, waiting for him to give up It will only be a dead end.
The copper scale swung in the air for a moment, and soon stabilized in a delicate balance. Just as the weighed medicinal ingredients were poured on the paper one by one, Li Jing was seen trotting in from the door.
He also gradually gained a calm look, took a breath, and said: "Master...Brother Yi, He Lanminzhi... is dead."
"What?" Yan Ming bit his own tongue, and he let out an "ouch" in pain, but his face was full of joy, "What, how did you die, tell me quickly!"
Li Jing and Yan Ming only met a few times because of Wu Yi, and they didn't want to reveal too much: "I also heard from the little eunuch in the palace, and I don't know anything else."
"I have to ask about it." Where did Yan Ming notice the faint hostility in Li Jing's heart, he shook off the peanut shell in his hand, and hurriedly mixed it into the gossip elsewhere.
Wu Yi shook his head helplessly, and while slowly cleaning up a table of peanut shells for him, he took the opportunity to teach Li Jing: "Don't look at it as someone else's leftovers, peanut shells can also be used as medicine after being boiled and dried. It is a good medicine for lung and cough."
Li Jing kept his words in his heart carefully, and after a while, he brought up what he said just now: "Actually, it was Brother Pei Yuan from His Royal Highness who told me about He Lan Minzhi. He said that He Lan traveled to Leizhou , was caught by local righteous men and strangled to death with a horse's bridle."
righteous?Wu Yi couldn't help sneering in his heart, perhaps the word killer would be more suitable for that person's identity.
It was the first time that he felt that the news of a person's death could bring pleasure. This pleasure was like a bloody knife. Although it pierced the bottom line of his doctor's benevolence and not to harm others, it also opened up the heart that could not be harmed. An inextricable knot.
He relaxed a little, and then looked down at Li Jing: "Why didn't you say that just now?"
Li Jing lay on the table, her eyes followed Wu Yi's hand on the peanut shells: "Brother Yan Ming forgot the shells after eating the peanuts, which shows that he is a careless person. Such a person can't keep his mouth shut. Tell me Did he soon tell the entire Chang'an City?"
This is not bad, his little apprentice has had a good eye since he was a child.
"Okay, let's wash and dry the peanut shells."
The weather is getting colder, and the diseases of the respiratory system will come along with the chilling north wind. It's time to prepare some medicines for cough and asthma.
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The death of one of Yang and He Lanmin, one after the other, is like falling wood flying in autumn, which dances eye-catchingly in the sky for a moment, then quickly settles on the ground, slowly rots into the soil, and is captured by people. Totally forgotten.
The winter of the second year of Xianheng came quietly.
As if to fulfill Wu Yi's idea, there were more and more coughing sounds in the Daming Palace. Baibu Pills, Lily Almond Soup, Chuanbei Pipalu and other pills and medicines were sent out from the Imperial Medical Office. Stop waving pens and ink, and write down prescriptions for relieving cough and asthma.
Among all the prescriptions, the Yuehua Pill sent to the East Palace was particularly different.
Wu Yiben only thought the name of this pill sounded good, and he seemed to have heard it somewhere before. After a while, he remembered that when he was in Meizhou, Dr. Zhang seemed to have prescribed this pill for others.
"Yuehuawan? I haven't heard of it." Shen Hanshan pushed Li Jing's hand away, "Go play with your master."
After all, Li Jing was young and full of curiosity. He couldn't get a clear answer, and he couldn't bear it like a kitten scratching an itch.
Seeing that Shen Hanshan couldn't find time to answer his doubts in his busy schedule, he pestered Wu Yi again, insisting that he list this prescription to him.
Wu Yizi only heard its name, but didn't know its prescription, so he really wanted to know which herbs were used to make such a beautifully named potion.
In the end, I could only suggest: "Why don't we ask Dr. Zhang."