The Reincarnation of Lu Bu at the End of the Han Dynasty

One is the fear of infection, and the other is that there is really no way, fearing that the general who has not been cured of the disease will be beheaded in a fit of anger.

They knew how much they had in terms of medical skills.

Most of those who were able to come have the attitude of giving it a try. After all, the epidemic has been raging for so many years. If they can be cured by themselves, this will be a great opportunity to pass on their reputation through the ages.

Just ask the world, how many people do not want to leave their names and be praised and admired by future generations.

Knowing the whole story, Zhang Liao led a few people into the camp, first to see if these people can cure the general, if not, then find another way.

As for those who don't want to come, just don't come, so as not to waste too much time, let alone quack doctors.

Before entering the camp, the doctors put face towels soaked in medicinal herbs on their faces to cover their noses and mouths before entering the tent.

In the camp, Lu Bu fell into a drowsy sleep again.

The oldest doctor came forward first, knelt on the side of the couch, stretched out his hand to feel Lu Bu's pulse, then opened his eyelids, and looked at the blood in his eyes.

After the diagnosis, the old doctor's weather-beaten face was full of dignity, and he shook his head helplessly.

Afterwards, several doctors also stepped forward to make a diagnosis one by one. After thinking about it, they all sighed leisurely, expressing their helplessness.

After several people discussed and discussed, the old doctor made a conclusion.

"If it was discovered earlier that the general was infected with the disease, perhaps some medicine could be prescribed to temporarily suppress it. But now the disease has been lurking in the general's body for at least half a month, and it has already invaded the bone marrow. Do nothing."

The old doctor, whose surname is Zhang, is a well-known doctor in Nanyang. The patients treated by him will be cured in all likelihood.As such, he is also praised and respected by the local people.

Now that he spoke, it was almost a death notice for Lu Bu.

"Old man, you are talking nonsense!"

Unable to bear this conclusion, Zhang Liao's eyes welled up with tears, and he raised his fist to strike.

The old doctor seemed to be used to such scenes, he stood where he was and didn't run away, he just said: "Even if you kill the old man, it won't help."

"Here are a few prescriptions that can relieve pain. Although they can't cure the disease in the general's body, they can make him feel much better." The old doctor put the prescriptions on the side of the bed,

After all, Zhang Liao's fist didn't come down, he turned around abruptly, looked at Zhang Li who was tied to the wooden stake, and strode forward, his eyes were extremely cold.

The shaking cold light in Zhang Liao's hand made Zhang Li tremble with fear.He struggled to get up, trying to escape from here, but he couldn't break the knot that bound his hands.

Zhang Liao was getting closer and closer, Zhang Li seemed to know what this kid was going to do, his face was full of fear, and he yelled in panic: "Hey, hey, don't mess around...... The owner has the debt, the disease was contracted by Lu Bu himself, it has nothing to do with me..."

His teeth were chattering, and he couldn't speak clearly.

This kid was already crazy. He used to hope that Zhu Jun would come back later, but now he wished that Zhu Jun would appear in front of him immediately and save his life.

But when Zhang Liao was only five steps away from him, a man of Confucianism walked up to Zhang Li first, and stuck a cloth towel coated with herbs on the small wound on Zhang Li's neck.

"What are you doing?" Zhang Liao asked him coldly, full of hostility.

Ru and the man put the medical towel on carefully before answering: "Most diseases are spread through wounds. If you don't take care of it, you may be infected with the disease."

Zhang Liao felt displeased, pointed at Zhang Li and asked Yu him, "This man is extremely vicious, do you want to save him?"

Being questioned by a young man who was so much younger, Ruhe Man did not get angry, and said casually: "In the eyes of doctors, all injured and sick are patients, and there is no distinction between good and bad."

The anger in Zhang Liao's eyes was even worse. Fortunately, at this moment, the old doctor stepped forward to smooth things over, "Little general, calm down for now. He is a student who studied medicine with me. Please bear with me."

From the murderous look in his eyes, everyone present could feel that this young man in front of him really dared to kill someone.

The old doctor and his party went out of the tent, and finally let go of their worries.

Walking to the gate of the wooden gate, the old doctor and others took off their masks and walked out, but the man who was carrying the medicine box stopped and stood where he was.

"Zhongjing, aren't you leaving?"

The old doctor stood outside, looking at the student who had been with him for nearly 20 years, his expression of concern was palpable.

Confucianism and the man's surname are Zhang, and each name has the same character.

Since he was ten years old, he has been learning medical skills from an old doctor.From identifying and identifying medicines, to going up the mountain to pick them, and then going out for diagnosis and treatment, what he learned became more and more complicated and tedious, but he never gave up.

He Yong from his hometown said that he 'must be a good doctor'.

Zhang Ji knelt down and kowtowed three times to the old doctor. This farewell was unpredictable.

The old doctor was very clear about this apprentice's temperament. Once he made a decision, few people could change it.

What's more, the apprentice has long since passed away, and the old doctor gave another order before leaving: "Be careful, if you can't do it, don't try to be brave."

Zhang Ji said 'hmm', watched the old doctor walk away, and turned to the epidemic camp.

When Lu Bu woke up, it was already night.

"General, you're awake." Zhang Liao lit the candle in the tent and carefully moved closer.

The candlelight illuminated Lu Bu's slightly pale face and made it rosy. He picked up the water bowl on the table beside the couch and poured four bowls down his dry throat before he felt the irritability in his heart. Quite a lot.

"The doctor came to check, and left the affected party behind, saying that the general will recover soon and return to the battlefield." Zhang Liao lowered his head, trying to appear as happy as possible.

"Wen Yuan, you are really not good at lying."

From Zhang Liao's expression alone, Lu Bu knew everything. He smiled and asked the young man in front of him, "Am I... I don't have a job for a long time?"

"no!"

Zhang Liao hurriedly made a sound, resisting the water drops in his eyes, and kept shaking his head.

"It's okay, people, there will always be a day when you leave."

Lu Bu gently rubbed Zhang Liao's head to comfort him, not to mention, I have already died once.

"Go back to Bingzhou with those sons who are not infected with the disease tomorrow. The old general misses you, and their families must be missing them too."

Tears rolled down from Zhang Liao's eyes unstoppably, he knew that the man did not flick his tears lightly.

But he couldn't help it.

Lu Bu wiped away the teardrops from the corners of Zhang Liao's eyes, stood up, lifted the candle, walked to the desk, and knelt down.

After fixing the position of the candle, he pushed away the sundries on the table, held the pen in his right hand, and spread out the blank bamboo slips with his left hand, with yearning for happiness on his face, he murmured: "For a few days, I didn't write to Wei Niang. I believe it."

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The family wrote a full six volumes, but they still haven't finished it.

The bamboo slips piled up next to them were as high as the candlesticks. It turned out that a man would have so many trivial words.