Practicing Medicine in the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 55

Zhang Qiren lowered his eyes and blew away the thin layer of mist on the surface of the tea, and at the same time pushed away the faint confusion that lingered in Wu Yi's heart.

"The letters from the county mansion, and the letters you sent to the county mansion, were all stopped by Governor Wu. This old man has already found out. As for those letters, they were burned by him a long time ago, and they can't be found."

Although Wu Yi was mentally prepared, he did not expect that Wu Ji would really dare to do everything, and even touch Zhang Qiren's head. You must know that this old imperial doctor not only stands tall in the East Palace, but also connects with Poyang County. A bridge between Wang and Donggong.

Daring to cut off this passage and put himself on the opposite side of the East Palace is not what Wu Ji, who has always been cautious, should do.

Uneasy doubts flashed across Wu Yi's mind, and the faint mouthful of Longjing after the rain poured into his mouth unconsciously also had a bitter taste.

As if seeing through his turbulent mind, Zhang Qiren put down his teacup, and with a soft bang, it woke Wu Yi from his entangled thoughts.

"In the past two years, two or three letters from the county government have been delivered to the old man, but nothing about you has been mentioned in it. It was only this year that the old man became suspicious."

Zhang Qiren took out a few yellowed letter papers from his sleeve, but he didn't pass them to Wu Yi, he just let him have a look.

The letters between Li Sujie and the Zhang family were naturally the contacts with the East Palace, and the details of them should not be leaked to a small student who has suspicions of foreign parties.

However, the large characters "Li Sujie Letter from the King of Poyang County"[1] on the envelope are ironclad evidence that the county government still has a letter, and for more than two years, no word has reached Wu Yi's hands. It's a shame.

Thinking about the fact that after the final examination in the first year, he was assigned to Shen Hanshan's sect. Although Dr. Shen expressly stated that it was Zhang Qiren's instruction, Wu Yi never figured out the intention of this imperial physician. stand up.

Can't help but sigh secretly in my heart, what a ruthless move to "draw the salary from the bottom of the pot"!

If Wu Ji made it clear that he stood in the East Palace, then it would be a matter of course for Wu Xu to enter Zhang Qiren's sect; but cutting off the letter from Li Sujie to him would be tantamount to cutting off his retreat, leaving him in a situation where he has no backing and no position to advance. inside.

There are various parties in the Imperial Medical Office, and despite the long-standing class friendship and harmonious appearance of the imperial doctors, the intertwined interest entanglements underneath are of course far better than the value of a little student with a little talent.

"Although I don't have the fate of a master and apprentice with you, there is a good story of acquaintance." Zhang Qiren slowed down his expression, and there was no lack of warmth in his eyes, "Although Dr. Shen is playful, he has unparalleled medical skills, and he learned from the disciple of Immortal Sun Simiao , the old man sighed to himself. Judging from the current situation, you and him can be regarded as hit-and-miss."

These words can be regarded as untying the knot that had been entangled in Wu Yi's heart for a year, and it also brought a sense of relief.

In fact, Wu Yi has been convinced by Shen Hanshan since the trip to Meizhou, and he no longer has the idea of ​​"serving" under his disciples.It's just that in the eyes of outsiders, missing out on Zhang Qiren, who is currently a hot celebrity, and throwing himself under the eccentric Shen Hanshan's sect, is indeed wronging him, a student who is "extraordinarily talented".

Understanding Zhang Qiren's kindness in his heart, Wu Yi also stood up from his chair and bowed respectfully: "If it weren't for the kindness of the doctor's support, the students are still confined to a piece of heaven and earth in Yuanzhou City at this moment, and they don't know how big the sky is and the earth is so great. Virtue, students will never forget it in this life."

With Zhang Qiren's help, the distance between the two of them was further narrowed: "When the old man was in Yuanzhou, he knew that you were a person who knew how to repay you, so he brought you to Chang'an. Now it seems that the old man Although I am old, my eyes are not cloudy."

The meaning of these words is naturally to remind him to remember the kindness of that day. Right now, this young man is the most outstanding among this group of students. It is hard to say whether he will be able to reach the position of himself, Sun Qili, or even Zheng Yun in the future.

He is old and won't serve long, but his master is still young and has a long way to go.

People's hearts are easy to disperse and difficult to gather, and it takes only three or two days to win them over. Even if it is a student who is not yet in his early years, if he can win him over, he doesn't have to push him away.

Wu Yi understood in his heart, and smiled sincerely on his face: "Students must never forget the kindness of the doctor's mentor."

Speaking of which, the tea is also cold, and there is no taste if I drink it again.

After leaving the palace gate for a few hours, the sun has climbed to the top of the sky, Zhang Qiren didn't let them eat anymore, and personally sent them to the gate of Zhang's mansion on crutches.

Then he sealed the prescription of Yuehua Pill written by his subordinates and handed it to Wu Yi.

"Although this medicine is a good prescription for treating cough due to yin deficiency, it is as powerful as frying fire, so it should not be used lightly."

After Zhang Qiren made a final confession, he waved his hand and watched the master and apprentice get into the carriage and disappear far away in the direction of Miyagi.

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When Wu Yi and Li Jing's master and apprentice returned to Taixue, a nanny who usually took care of Li Jing was so anxious that she kept spinning around the gate of Taixue.

Seeing Li Jing bouncing back following Wu Yi, he rushed over: "My little ancestor, why are you still not coming back at this time?"

No matter how low Li Sujie's title is, this one in front of him is also a legitimate grandson, a serious son, no matter what Empress Wu means by "good life and care", she cannot let this little guy escape from Chang'an.

Although she knew in her heart that this was impossible, Li Jing's disappearance for a whole day still made her nervous like a drum beating for a while.

After thinking about it, she could only play with Wu Yi.

Wu Yi helplessly tapped Li Jing's forehead: "Why don't you talk to the nanny?"

Li Jing was strangled in the arms of the nanny, but she still lowered her head in a face-saving manner, expressing that she knew her mistake and would definitely not do it again next time.

After the nanny took the little ancestor away, Wu Yi unfolded the prescription of "Yuehua Pill" presented by Zhang Qiren, and sat in front of the case to study it carefully.

Asparagus, Shengdi, Ophiopogon japonicus, Rehmannia glutinosa, Chinese yam, Baibu, Radix Ginseng, Chuan Fritillaria, Ejiao, Poria, Rex Liver, Panax notoginseng...

Wu Yi's eyes suddenly jumped on the "retter liver", no wonder Zhang Qiren said that the prescription has a strong medicinal properties, although the medicine is three-part poisonous, this otter liver can be said to be three-part poisonous medicine.

Even Meng Shen, a well-known doctor and a close friend of Sun Simiao, once said that this medicine "only cures heat, not cold, and it cannot be generalized."

In his impression, Baibu and Retter's Liver are not only used to nourish the lungs and liver, but also have a more important function - to resist the disease of the corpse.

Transferring the corpse... Wu Yi couldn't help but put his fingers together, feeling a trace of uneasiness in his heart.

"Corpse" is named from the contagious characteristics of the disease. This type of disease has a more modern name in this era-pulmonary fistula disease, which is still unheard of after more than 1000 years dreadful disease, tuberculosis.

Doctors in this era believed that the corpses of those who had tuberculosis were the source of infection, and ordinary people got sick because their resistance was lowered and they were corroded by the disease of the dead, so they concluded this terrifying-sounding name.

And the shocking thing is not just the name. In this era of lack of bactericidal and bacteriostatic drugs, there are no such famous professional anti-tuberculosis drugs as isoniazid, rifampicin, ethambutol, and pyrazinamide. Getting tuberculosis is almost a dead end.

Even Zhang Qiren's dose of Yuehua Pill may only prolong his life, and it is almost impossible to cure it.

So passing the corpse also has another meaning - once you get this disease, it is tantamount to becoming a corpse waiting to be carried into the coffin, and you will definitely die.

This was the most unprepared and helpless turning point in Li Hong's life, and it was also the moment when Li Hong Dynasty's straight track turned silently - it was placed on a thin piece of paper in front of him, where Li Hong had gradually Born in the heart of the disease, the future is placed within sight.

As soon as Wu Yi let go of his hand, the thin piece of paper fell to the ground without a sound.

It seems to be a verdict from Zhang Qiren. It judged Li Hong's illness and foresaw the young man's death. The final struggle and helpless rescue of the master.

No wonder Zhang Qiren never told Shen Hanshan about this recipe - anyone with a little skill can see the key to it.

And telling himself this prescription is tantamount to revealing the secret of the illness in the East Palace. If someone with a heart peeps into it, it will inevitably set off a storm in the court.

Why did Zhang Qiren do this?

Is it because he, Wu Yi, has already achieved the miracles of curing blood disease and chest pain, so he wants to turn the tide and create another miracle with his mere disciple's ability?

Impossible, Wu Yi is not conceited to that point.

The evening wind entered the house, and the night was as cold as water, freezing Wu Yi's face into a pale piece of ice.

Uneasy in his heart, he picked up the prescription on the ground, carefully tucked it into his sleeve, and sneaked into the backyard of Feng Medical Bureau with a small lantern while no one was around.

It was the end of the new year, and the little drug boy on duty in the Feng Medical Bureau also committed slack, and had already gone to meet with Zhou Convention while lying on the desk with a huge snot bubble.

Wu Yi walked past him on tiptoe, clenched his sleeves and trousers tightly, for fear of making any noise.

The medicine boy had long been soundly asleep, and in his dream a light breeze passed by, how could he have known that a big living person had slipped in front of him.