Practicing Medicine in the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 85

Zheng Jun immediately picked up the hanging wrist of Fang Fangshi, and cut his finger pulp on the side of Chiguan.

His expression froze: "My lady's pulse is weak, I'm afraid there may be a crisis of weakness, you guys, hurry up and get the ginseng soup and pour it on my lady."

Before he finished speaking, he saw a person come in through the curtain, and he said: "Burning moxa sticks."

Wu Yi was slightly taken aback, drips of still warm blood slowly rolled down his knuckles and landed on the ground paved with white marble, spreading out several shocking blood flowers.

"What are you still doing in a daze?" Shen Hanshan raised his eyebrows, as if there was a cold fire in his eyes, "Dr. Qin Minghe is outside, hurry up and get him some moxa sticks."

Only then did Wu Yi come to his senses, before he even had time to wipe his hands carefully, he rushed out, said "borrow" to Qin Minghe, opened the box under the surprised eyes of the other party, and took out a pinch of pure and soft The moxa is wrapped in straw paper ten inches long and eight inches wide, tightly wrapped with mulberry paper, and rolled into a long roll of moxa sticks.

Then he rushed back into the curtain, burned one end of the moxa stick on the candle, and handed it to Shen Hanshan carefully.

Shen Hanshan took the moxa sticks, and touched Zusanli, Baihui and other acupoints one by one like a bird pecking at them.

At the same time, the women also brought the ginseng soup that had been prepared earlier, squeezed Fang's jaw open, and poured it in spoonful by spoonful.

With such a two-pronged approach, after about two quarters of an hour, Fang coughed lightly and woke up from his drowsiness.

Shen Hanshan's moxibustion hand trembled slightly, but his eyes were still calm and calm. Seeing Fang's change of mind, he removed the moxa stick in his hand and washed his hands with clean water.

Zheng Yun couldn't help but look at him deeply: "I didn't expect that Dr. Shen still has a good skill in acupuncture."

Shen Hanshan said with a smile: "It's just a chore learned from the folks."

Fang Shi was in a daze and felt as if she had walked through the gate of hell, and just stepped on the threshold, she was pinched by a big scorching hand, pulling her back forcefully.

At this moment, the child regained his senses, and only realized that he was still in the world when he heard the conversation between the two imperial physicians in a haze.

She forced a pale smile, her voice was as weak as an unfathomable wind: "I thank the imperial physicians for saving their lives."

Zheng Yun said seriously: "This is the duty of the ministers and others. Your empress must not be too polite."

Mrs. Fang nodded weakly, his eyes turned around the room in a hurry, and finally settled on the little swaddle, before he struggled and said: "Quick, quickly bring the little princess to Bengong's side."

The mother-in-law who was holding the child hastily carried the child to Fang's side: "Mother, don't worry, the little Princess is safe and sound!"

Fang looked down at the child he had given birth to through so much painstaking efforts, and the tenderness in his eyes seemed to shine brightly, driving away the bloody atmosphere in the room.

Wu Yi looked at the little life nestled next to his mother, her flushed body, soft forehead hair, and slightly twitching little mouth, and he couldn't help feeling moved in his heart.

This is the beginning of a life.

Maybe she won't know her bizarre way of birth in the future, she won't know the hardships and dangers she encountered when she was still in her mother's womb, and she won't know the name of the doctor who saved her life today.

But this did not hinder the pride in Wu Yi's heart that was like a prairie fire.

What a so-called doctor has to face is nothing more than birth, old age, sickness, and death.

Unlike curing diseases, delaying aging, and witnessing death, this is the first time in this era that he welcomes the arrival of new life.This feeling cannot be expressed in words.

He couldn't help but look back at the two teachers standing beside him. Under their calm and peaceful faces, he seemed to feel the same agitated feelings.

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The child who was snatched back from the god of death was conferred the title of princess Changxin by the emperor.

What came on the same day as the imperial decree to reward Changxin Princess was an imperial decree from the Empress Dowager.

Zheng Jun, the Imperial Physician, was old and feared that he would not be able to bear the heavy responsibility. He rewarded him with a hundred taels of gold and ordered him to return home in fine clothes.

The story behind it quickly spread, and everyone said that Zheng Yun's step was a big mistake. He saved the mother and daughter of the crown prince, but offended the queen of heaven and ruined decades of achievements.

These rumors can be regarded as groundless. After all, in the Tang Dynasty, the official retirement age for officials was 70 years old. Before that, unless the officials themselves retired, they would not be ordered to return home easily.

If the concubine Fang gave birth to a baby boy, I am afraid that Dr. Zheng Yun's journey back to his hometown would not be so beautiful.

Wu Yi couldn't help but feel a little guilty. If he hadn't been stubborn, this highly respected and tough imperial physician might still be able to sit in this position for several more years.

Zheng Yun is very appreciative of this: "The old man has reached the age of hearing, what other gossip can't be heard? The old man has sat in this position for too long, and it is time to change."

He had just left office and was about to leave Beijing. There were nearly 200 people in the Imperial Medical Office, and only a few old doctors and students who cared about him came to see him off.

Hu Zhilin couldn't help cursing angrily: "You little rascals, they don't care about Dr. Zheng's teachings in the past."

Zheng Yun rarely smiled: "Water flows to low places, and people go to high places. They have an upward heart, which may not be a bad thing."

Wu Yi followed behind Shen Hanshan without saying a word.

All that should be said has been said, Zheng Yun is an open-minded and open-minded person, and does not need words of comfort from their juniors.

At the time of parting, Zheng Jun sat in the carriage, stretched out a hand from a distance, and waved goodbye to his students and juniors.

The north wind blows past, rustling people's skirts.

Thousands of words, all condensed in the sights from afar.

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Zheng Jun left, and Dr. Chen Jiwen took over as the Imperial Physician.

Wu Yi was like a mirror in his heart. Although Chen Jiwen had served the East Palace for a long time, he had a good temper by nature and had never participated in factional disputes. His qualifications were quite convincing.

At the same time, the results of the students' final exams were also announced.

As expected by Wu Yi, he was not left in the Imperial Medical Office as originally planned, but was arranged to travel thousands of miles away to Yuzhou in the middle of Shu, where he was appointed as an assistant teacher of government-student medicine in Yuzhou to develop the local medical system. medical education.

The people in the middle of Shu are far away, which is no different from being sent into exile.

For this result, he had expected it. When he trespassed on the concubine's delivery room that day, he was already mentally prepared to leave Chang'an.

Not being sent to the barracks was considered to be for Shen Hanshan's face.

He can see clearly, so he doesn't have any complaints in his heart. There are outstanding people in Sichuan, maybe he can meet a few coquettish people, so this life is not in vain.

Thinking about it this way, I am also happy to make this trip.

Shen Hanshan knew the news earlier than Wu Yi, so he just laughed it off.

In the palace, fighting openly and secretly is hard to guard against. For this overly kind-hearted apprentice, Yuzhou, which is far away from Daming Palace, might not be a paradise.

My teacher has always been open-minded and unruly, Wu Yi saved a lot of farewell words, the only one who is worried about it right now is Li Jing.

This child is now also assigned to the Shenhan Mountain Gate, with his wise and foolish teacher taking care of him, he can't think of causing any trouble.

It's just that he has been obsessed with himself since he was a child, so he may not be able to accept such a sudden separation.

Wu Yi searched all over the Imperial Medical Office, but he didn't see any sign of this little apprentice.

Presumably, this matter was beyond Li Jing's expectation, and he, the master, had never told him beforehand, so he was playing with him.

Thinking about it in his heart, he pushed away his small cubicle that had been tidied up, and saw a tall and straight young man sitting upright on his small bamboo chair, hanging his head in thought, not knowing what he was thinking .

Hearing the sound of Wu Yi pushing the door and entering, Li Jing seemed to be awakened: "Master, you are back."

Hearing him call "Master", Wu Yi felt both sweet and sour in his heart.

It was just a joke at the beginning, but this kid actually took it seriously, looking back, the past few years are vivid in his memory, how could he have fulfilled his due responsibilities as a teacher?

Li Jing, on the other hand, had unknowingly already looked like an adult, knowing the news of his departure, he didn't show a trace of sadness, and behaved as usual: "Master, I heard that you are going to Yuzhou, so I specially came to I did some things for you."

He took out a big bulging bag as if offering a treasure, and Wu Yi saw that it contained all the clothes for all seasons, plus mustard cakes, water cylinders and other necessary things on the road, and he could go out almost immediately.

The most rare thing is a few pairs of tightly tied insoles, which look fashionable in the palace, presumably they were obtained from Taiping.

The road to Shu is difficult, especially for feet, and these pairs of insoles are very useful.It's hard for him to be so thoughtful at such a young age.

At the bottom is the "Shan Hai Jing" that was confiscated from Li Jing when I was a child.

Li Jing lowered his head, not knowing whether he was happy or sad: "I have finished reading this "Shan Hai Jing", the stories in it are quite interesting, master, you can read it on the road to relieve boredom."

Wu Yi understood what he meant. After so many years, he didn't know if he would have a chance to meet again. Li Jing wanted to leave him a thought, so that he would not forget that there was still this apprentice.

He couldn't help stretching out his hand and rubbing Li Jing's head: "Okay, thank you for packing for me."

But Li Jing was shocked by these words, put down the things in his hands, and ran into Wu Yi's arms without hesitation.

"Master, will you come back?"

There was a hint of crying in the voice.

Most of the children raised in the Daming Palace were more precocious than the children of ordinary people. In Wu Yi's mind, Li Jing was no longer the little kid who could only hug his thigh and avoid his father's feather duster.

After all, he is a young boy who is only fourteen years old.

Wu Yi gently stroked his twitching shoulder.

"Jing'er, master promises you, we will definitely meet again."