Time-traveling Famous Doctors Are Hard to Find

There is such a record in the "Biography of Daliang Famous Doctors", "I hope to come in soap clothes, stepping on the snow, his god is like a master outside the world, and he is like a divine soldier descending from the sky. Three beeps, where is Li Hao?"

In view of the fact that celebrity biographies are mostly embellished by later generations, let us squeeze the moisture in the legend here, and try to restore a real scene for everyone.

Song Mingzhe rushed all the way into the Xixia camp without stopping at all, but he might be embarrassed to say it, he was not a skilled horseman, and the matter was very important tonight, Song Mingzhe's hands were shaking nervously.If he accidentally tightened the horse's belly, Song Mingzhe didn't know if the rider's emotions would affect his mount. When he found out that something was wrong, the horse he was sitting on had accelerated uncontrollably all the way.

In the previous life, there was a female driver who stepped on the brake instead of the accelerator, and in this life, Song Mingzhe galloped wildly, and she would cry and hate if she said too much.

Song Mingzhe saw from a distance that the person on the opposite side had already set up a big bow, waiting for work and waiting for himself to rush into the range. He couldn't sit still, Song Mingzhe tremblingly took out the gold medal with the wolf's head from his chest, and held it high above his head.

"Wolf head gold medal, seeing the card is like seeing the wolf master!" Song Mingzhe felt a little bit in his stomach, should he say that it is better for those who see it to kneel down, and at the same time prayed silently in his heart, the eyesight of contemporary Xixia people should be better, otherwise he will Become a humanoid hive.

It seemed to be useful, Song Mingzhe's rebellious horse finally slowed down, and Song Langzhong, who was always ready to die a hero, secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Before the fortifications in front could be moved away, several skill fragments of the fancy vault appeared in Song Mingzhe's mind, such as bending and tucking for three and a half weeks to stabilize the landing, or cartwheeling and sideways flipping at ninety degrees to hold a high jump. points are better.

Like a horse that read Song Mingzhe's mind, with a light jump, he jumped into the unopened fortification. Song Mingzhe seemed to be in the mouth of a tiger, and a meat bun beat a dog. The Xixia people of the beast.

Song Mingzhe swallowed, moistened his lips, and shouted three times, "Where is Li Hao, where is Li Hao, is Li Hao in this barracks!"

There was a deathly silence around, no one moved or even made any noise. Song Mingzhe sat on the horse, at a height below zero, and walked around to see the expressions of the Xixia people who were watching him.

Finally he heard a familiar voice, not speaking the Xixia dialect, but Daliang mandarin with an accent.

"Why are you here."

Song Mingzhe looked back suddenly, and Li Hao stood behind him with arms folded. He was wearing the clothes of his hometown, all kinds of furs, and rough tailoring, revealing a manly spirit that need not be questioned.

Song Mingzhe's eyes were as clear as streams of water, "We made a bet before, does it still count?"

Li Hao's expression was complicated, and memories filled his fiery red pupils.

Behind the Linglong Grocery Store, in a small room, Song Mingzhe was roasting everything that could be cooked and eaten directly on the stove where Li Hao Gudu soup was cooked. Of course, Li Hao, who is sick and sick, could only smell the aroma and not eat it. .

Song Mingzhe, who is very clever, obviously knows people and makes good use of them. When he is doing things, he asks Li Hao, who looks like he has roasted a lot of lamb legs and danced around the fire many times, to help him watch the fire. The sweet potatoes were burnt.

Li Hao, a helpless young man living in a foreign country, helps others watch the fire and roasts others' food.If the word "grievance" can be written in one stroke, Li Hao will definitely write it a thousand times.

When the two of them watched the long night, they chatted and bragged about each other. Of course, it was mainly Song Mingzhe who boasted about his craftsmanship. People in Beijing call him Yumian Xiaolangjun.Red mouth and white teeth, no drafting of words, no need to be responsible, unconstrained style, chatting casually in ancient and modern China and foreign countries.

When Song Mingzhe talked about how long he could sew up a broken heart, how steady his hands were, and how accurate his needles and threads were, what he said was vivid and full of passion.

Unexpectedly, Li Hao, who has always been unable to speak out, frowned and asked, "How can a severed heart be sewn together?" Song Mingzhe slapped his thigh, almost flying the roasted potato in his hand, "How about you?" Don’t know, under my command, not to mention three pieces, I can sew it up even if it is cut into thirty pieces! Bet or not, if you lose, I’ll treat you to sweet potatoes, what do you want to bet on.”

Li Hao stared at Song Mingzhe for a while, then calmly replied, "I've been talking all night without breathing, are you afraid of ghosts or loneliness."

Song Mingzhe was choked on the spot by a single sentence, neither of them continued to chat about the bet, and then Li Hao left without saying goodbye, and this night talk was never continued.

Li Hao blinked, and Song Mingzhe looked at him without fear, as if this was not a negotiation with the enemy leader in the heart of the enemy army, but an ordinary gathering of old friends.

"Come in, I have something to tell you." Li Hao stepped into the big tent before Song Mingzhe could answer.When Song Mingzhe got off his horse and planned to follow, he was stopped on the spot by several Xixia people who were obviously personal guards.They spoke a few words of Xixia aloud, and the leading striding meteor chased into the big tent, as if they were very unconvinced.

Facing the unfriendly long and short knives of the Xixia people, Song Mingzhe had only one thought in his mind, about the importance of mastering a foreign language.If he could understand Xixia language at this moment, he wouldn't be so passive at this moment. Song Mingzhe sighed silently in his heart, waiting for his unknown fate, not knowing where Xifeng was now, and what action he planned to take.

After waiting and waiting, finally when the calves started to tingle, the Xixia man who was still unconvinced just now, with a murderous look on his face, bent down to hit the curtain for himself.

Song Mingzhe had reasonable doubts, and boldly speculated, could there be an executioner hiding behind the curtain, ready to stab himself at any time?

The arrangement in the tent was surprisingly simple, not as luxurious as imagined. On the one hand, it probably had something to do with the march.Song Mingzhe only caught a glimpse in the tent, and then had to lower his eyebrows and sit down under Li Hao's hands.

Li Hao changed his pitiful and stupid look with the husky in his hand before, and leaned lazily on the wolf fur, inadvertently revealing the determination of his power. This kind of momentum is clearly a wolf that is full of food and drink and inspects its prey.

Song Mingzhe held his breath.

"Would you like some wine?" Li Hao pushed the wine cup in front of Song Mingzhe, and before Song Mingzhe could open his mouth, he took a big bowl and drank his share in one gulp, the unfinished wine fell down his chin chest, Song Mingzhe stared blankly at his throat rolling up and down.

After drinking the wine in the bowl, Li Hao wiped his mouth casually, his eyes fell on Song Mingzhe, and he smiled slightly.

"Now you can't control what I drink and eat?" There was not much evil in his eyes.

Song Mingzhe's blood rushed to his head, he forgot that the man in front of him had single-handedly caused Xueyong to close his wife and children, and his family was destroyed, so he blurted out.

"Are you still betting?"

Li Hao tapped his knuckles on the low table, and Song Mingzhe's heart sank little by little following this rhythm.

"What do you want to bet on?"

Song Mingzhe took a deep breath, and Boping replied endlessly, "If I win, you retreat."

With a slap, Song Mingzhe's wrist was twisted behind him, and the wine cup he just picked up was knocked to the ground, leaving muddy water marks all over the floor.Song Mingzhe grinned, trying to withdraw his poor arm, but he couldn't.

"Lord Wolf, don't listen to this monster's nonsense. Give me another three days, and I will definitely conquer the Xueyong Pass and dedicate it to Lord Wolf!"

Li Hao waved his hand contemptuously, condescendingly watching Song Mingzhe who was kneeling under him, "What if I don't agree to your bet?"

Song Mingzhe gritted his teeth, and said loudly, "I dared to step into the door, so I didn't intend to take this life back. If you promise to bet on me, I made a profit. If you don't agree," he smiled weakly and forcefully Breaking free, without any scruples about the numbness of his arms, he actually broke free from the hands of the Xixia officer who had specially trained close combat techniques in his previous life.

Song Mingzhe's face was indifferent, and the hand holding the Xixia officer was steady, without trembling, "If you fight to the death, I will earn one."

At this moment, the murderous aura that erupted from this quiet and thin man was no less than that of any warrior on the battlefield.

"Okay!" Li Hao slapped the table hard, and the table cracked, "But if you lose, don't even think about getting out alive."

Song Mingzhe laughed so hard that he couldn't see his teeth, "Song Xi has a mere life, and if he has a chance to return Xixia soldiers, this reincarnation is worth it!"

A sliced ​​hot sheep heart was brought up quickly, Song Mingzhe slightly moved his shoulder blades, and unexpectedly felt a tingling pain.Enduring the dizziness, he raised his head and glanced at Li Hao again.Li Hao's face was hidden behind the candlelight, so he couldn't see his expression clearly.Song Mingzhe touched his cold neck, closed his eyes, and forced himself to calm down.

Sheep's heart is greasy, it is not easy to sew, and needle and thread are not professional tools, Song Mingzhe imagined himself sitting in a university laboratory, but this time he risked his life.Song Mingzhe prayed silently in his heart, the sky is full of gods and Buddhas, no matter who it is, please give me some luck and time.

"It's time!" The sudden shout made Song Mingzhe jump. Although the work in his hand is not perfect, there are still many things to consider as a clinical practice, but he can complete the heart suture under such a tense atmosphere. Song Mingzhe was able to rate his own hand speed and judgment ability.

"Hey, what the hell is this!" the Xixia soldiers who came up to inspect said loudly, and cheerful laughter resounded from inside the tent, Song Mingzhe lowered his head and tried not to refute.

Unexpectedly, I don’t know whether it was intentional or unintentional. When the soldier was carrying the sheep’s heart, he accidentally missed it and dropped the sheep’s heart on the ground. He accidentally stepped on it a few times.Song Mingzhe squatted down and could not be rescued, so he reached out to pick up Yang Xin's hand, which was stepped on by the soldier.

"Oh, why are you so careless." Xiao Bing pretended to make way for Song Mingzhe, but took the opportunity to step on Song Mingzhe's hands a few times.

"Jingxi!" Li Hao roared, and the atmosphere in the tent became solemn, "Enough!"

Song Mingzhe's heart trembled again and again, Li Hao shouted Jingxi away, paused, and looked at Song Mingzhe with a gloomy face.

"Although this gamble..."

"Report—by the Lord Wolf, the food and grass in the camp caught fire!"

"Report- Lord Wolf, the horses in the camp are frightened!"

The two soldiers came out of the tent at the same time, their voices panicked, and the atmosphere in the big tent changed from targeting Song Mingzhe to buzzing with each other.Although Song Mingzhe couldn't understand Xixia language, he still felt something was wrong in the atmosphere.Could it be that West Wind has good news?Song Mingzhe was secretly delighted, and he didn't dare to show any color on his face. He just tried to reduce his sense of existence, but the result was of course a disastrous failure.

Song Mingzhe was put on the wall in the next instant, and the man named Jingxi obviously found out the only suspect in his heart at the first time.

"You are playing tricks, right? People from Daliang, you can't even capture a snow deer alive, who gave you the courage!"

"Ahem, it's not..." Song Mingzhe hadn't finished speaking for him before the words stuck in his throat came out.

"It can't be him, he has an old injury, and he can't open the door at the horse stable." As soon as he said that, Li Hao bit his lower lip tightly as if regretting it, and didn't defend Song Mingzhe any more.

"Go out with me to see what's going on. The frightened horse didn't trample anyone, right?" Li Hao said while grabbing a gold-rimmed broadsword beside him, and walked out the door.

Song Mingzhe's right hand came down from his shoulder, and the pain was unbearable. He squatted down covering his old injury.

The small bottle that was spinning around on the ground suddenly appeared in front of him, Song Mingzhe raised his head enduring the pain, and met Li Hao's eyes as bright as stars in the sky.

"I never owe anyone anything," he bowed his head through the big tent, "I am willing to admit defeat." Song Mingzhe held the medicine bottle in his hand, looked up at the tall man's back with difficulty, and countless emotions came to his heart.

Does the last sentence mean that he plans to retreat?Song Mingzhe bared his teeth, and applied the cool medicine on his old wound.At one moment, he was worried about whether Li Hao would take the opportunity to cheat, and at the other moment, he was worried about whether Xiao Yuchun's prescription would be effective.Song Mingzhe took a few steps in the tent, and there were unkind eyes. He was being coquettish in the golden house, so he needed such strict guards?

The noise outside didn't seem to be reduced because Li Hao went out in person. Song Mingzhe was like ants on a hot pot, running around in a hurry.At the next moment, there was a slight commotion outside the door, and then there was no movement.The two guards inside the tent seemed to sense something, and yelled a couple of times uneasily, but failed to get a response from their companions.They looked at each other, and walked out with a copy in their hands.

Song Mingzhe saw the blood splashing on the tent, and in desperation, he revealed the small silver knife for cutting meat that he had secretly hidden just now. If, if someone came to attack him, he would definitely give him a serious look!

What came in was Xifeng's forever paralyzed face. "Let's go." He didn't give Song Mingzhe a high-five to celebrate, nor gave him a warm hug for reunion, but carried Song Mingzhe skillfully as always, broke through the curtain, and slipped out from behind.

The outside was even more chaotic than Song Mingzhe had imagined. It was unclear whether there was a sneak attack, and everyone was nervously looking for their team with their weapons.It took Song Mingzhe two or three beats to react. Xifeng had already put on a Xixia battle armor.

"Is it the one you prepared to burn the food and grass and attack the horses?"

Xifeng threw Song Mingzhe onto a war horse that had been prepared, and stepped onto it himself. "Um."

"Actually, I've almost reached the end of the negotiation. Li Hao agreed to withdraw."

"Ah."

"But you are really powerful, like the legendary hero who enters seven times and exits seven times!"

"Thanks to you, otherwise it wouldn't be so easy to come in." Xifeng whispered, Song Mingzhe just wanted to joke a few words and praise himself by the way, but when he turned around, he found that Xifeng's face was extremely pale.Song Mingzhe's brain buzzed loudly, and he pulled Xifeng over to check his pulse, but he didn't expect to see Xifeng, who was sitting steadily, fall down like a bag of white flour, and almost rolled off the horse with Song Mingzhe.

Song Mingzhe supported Xifeng, and felt the blood in his hand, not the sheep's blood from suturing the sheep's heart just now, but fresh human blood with warmth.

"West Wind!"