Practicing Medicine in Three Kingdoms

When Zhang Ji left, except for a copy of "Synopsis of the Golden Chamber" beside him, he did not leave any other handwriting.His hometown has never been mentioned by himself, and Li Yinzhou only vaguely remembers the sayings of later generations. He broke up with his family long ago in order to practice medicine, and he was the only relative left.

According to his usual casual temper, he buried Zhang Ji outside the city of Wu Jun.

The setting sun is like a torch, and the flowers in the river are better than the fire.

Those tombstones lined up in a row have long been eroded by wind and rain, and only the luxuriant grass grows quietly year after year.In the nearly 30 years since he came here, he gradually got to know many characters who only exist in the annals of history, but now, he wants to send them off one by one.

Li Yinzhou stood quietly in front of the tomb for a while.

The coffin was just covered under a layer of loess, and it was only a foot away from him, but he knew in his heart that this parting would last millions of years, life after life.

The evening mist is like smoke, and the rain falls lightly.

The fine water droplets are connected in series, floating down from the zenith, falling on the cold cheeks, splashing rustling water mist, blurring the vision into a thick ink color.

He looked up.

Suddenly envious of the rain——

Regardless of the distance between the river and the sea, or the distance between the sky and the earth, after traveling thousands of miles and passing through a hundred years of vicissitudes, the floating clouds that have gone far will always come back.

……

Rustle, the rain is getting heavier.

In the blue twilight, a thin umbrella leaned against his back at some point.The pillar-like water flowed down the protruding umbrella ribs in front of the eyes, drawing several distinct lines in the blurred field of vision.

Li Yinzhou stared at the sky in ecstasy, and then looked back after a long time. The young man behind him raised his brows lightly, and his narrow eyes were wet from the cold rain. He stood behind him with only an umbrella in his hand, and smiled at him .

It was Zhang Wen, the young master of the Zhang family who hadn't seen him for many years.

"Thank you, young master." He closed his eyes deeply, then smiled again, "Why do you come to search in the rain?"

Zhang Wen's lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something, and then went back to silence for a while before saying softly: "Gong Ji has a letter, please entrust it to Mr."

As he spoke, he took out a roll of bamboo slips from his sleeve.

Lu Ji is a descendant of the Lu family, and it is not uncommon for him to have a close relationship with his peer Zhang Wen, but he made a special trip to deliver the letter bypassing Lu Yi, obviously he has spied some secrets that cannot be explained from the starry sky.

Li Yinzhou took the plain letter and put it in his sleeve solemnly.

Zhang Wen had achieved his goal and sent him back to the city on the way. When the two walked to the city gate, they bumped into a reckless young man head-on.

Li Yinzhou steadied his footsteps, and recognized him while the other party was desperately bowing and apologizing: "Dong Zhong?"

"Eh?" Dong Zhong raised his head, his face beaming with joy, "So the master is here!"

As soon as the words rolled out of his throat, he realized that he shouldn't be laughing. He lowered his head guiltily, and after a while, he said: "...sorry, sir."

Although they studied under Sun Shangxiang, they had dealt with Zhang Ji for two days after all, so they couldn't empathize with Li Yinzhou's feelings.But he also has some unspeakable regrets about the death of such a great master. Hua Tuo and Zhang Ji, two masters who helped the world, left one after another. Who can inherit their mantle?

Seeing that he came with something on his mind, Zhang Wen said, "Since you have something to say, I won't bother you."

Li Yinzhou nodded to him, and politely watched him leave.

The footsteps of Zhang Wen's turn brought a slight cold wind, and made a slight crackling sound from the stagnant water all over the ground.In this noisy moment, his deep voice was a little soft and indistinct.

"When the rain returns, there is a time for people to return. Sir, don't hurt yourself because of grief."

wow——

A rampaging carriage skidded heavily on the ground, crashing into the sundries on the side of the street. Before Li Yinzhou could react, Dong Zhong had stretched out his hand and pulled him aside heavily.

With a squeak, the water splashed by the horse's hoof still drenched the young man all over.

Li Yinzhou was covered behind him, barely keeping himself clean.

"Who is this!" Dong Zhong couldn't help cursing, scratching his neck.

Li Yinzhou swept him away, and was about to ask Zhang Wen a few questions, but saw that thin and straight back disappeared in the swaying rain and fog, and disappeared in an instant.

Dong Zhong didn't notice anything unusual, but hurriedly pulled Mr. Li back to shelter from the rain.Only when there was no one else around, did he finally dare to say that presumptuous wish.

"I...I would like to borrow Mr. Zhang's "Treatise on Febrile Diseases" and "Synopsis of the Golden Chamber" again. I wonder if Mr. Zhang can borrow them and transcribe them. I promise that I will not use fake hands and never spread them to the outside world!"

Li Yinzhou twisted his drenched sleeves, and said calmly: "Master and I compiled medical scriptures for the purpose of benefiting the world, but it's a pity that there are many scholars and peasants in the world, and few are willing to practice medicine. It’s not widely distributed in crooked ways. Now that you want it, take it.”

Dong Zhong didn't expect him to agree so simply and neatly, he didn't know what to say for a moment.

Li Yinzhou strode into the door, found out the book he wanted, and held it in his hands with a heavy heart.

The heavy bamboo slips are held in the palm of his hand. From the age of seven to 34, he and Zhang Ji got together and separated more often. Only the knowledge of pen and ink is handed over on the bamboo slips. Every stroke is vivid and countable. What is engraved is all the storms of these years.

Now, he is entrusted to the hands of young people and passed on to future generations through him.

Dong Zhong lowered his head, and saw the dim candlelight cast thin shadows in front of his eyes. His usually calm and calm eyes seemed to be missing something, and he looked down lightly for a long time.

At the moment when he was at a loss, Li Yinzhou slowly got up and organized the books for him.

"Have you been to many places in the past few years?" He asked, "I heard from Axiang before that you are already married?"

Dong Zhong looked at his bent back and scratched his head a little embarrassedly: "She is a woman from a family waiting for an official. Although she is a foreigner, she gets along very well with me. She is also supportive of her special visit to the funeral this time."

waiting officer.

Li Yinzhou glanced at him through the drooping green shirt, and his hands paused.

Dong Zhongquan didn't realize his surprise for a moment, and talked about his daughter-in-law a little bit endlessly: "She is also pregnant now, I have already discussed with her, and I will teach him to practice medicine in the future. With the enlightenment of Mr. Zhang Ji's works, He must be much stronger than me!"

When the two cleaned up, Dong Zhong knew that he was in a low mood, so he intended to chat with him a few more lively words, seeing that it was already midnight, he stopped bothering him, and happily picked up the book and went to copy it.

After seeing off Dong Zhong, Li Yinzhoufang took out Lu Ji's letter from his sleeve and unfolded it slowly under the lights of Dou Da.

……

Three days later, he sent Dong Zhong on his way home.

Facing the cold morning wind and watching Dong Zhongyuan go, Li Yinzhou finally asked the doubts in his heart: "What name do you want for your child?"

Dong Zhong curled his lips involuntarily, the impulsiveness and anger of his youth were all settled into a gentle look in his eyes.

"Dong Feng." He said slowly and a little shyly, "It's not as high as Mr.'s name. I just drew it up last night. I don't know if it's good or not."

Respect and honor.

Dong Zhong simply hopes that his blood can continue to walk on this little-traveled, hard and arduous path, and pass on the painstaking efforts of those who have gone before.

And he did it. As the last miracle doctor in Jian'an, Dong Feng passed on the skill and benevolence of Hua Tuo and Zhang Ji to the next era, until the day when there is no war.

The breeze carried the drizzle to disperse the mist all over the river, and on the slightly turbulent river waves, there were figures standing side by side, one long and one young.Li Yinzhou suddenly thought, the students who used to study in front of the hall now have their own descendants.

He couldn't help but think of the young man reciting in Gu Shao's courtyard, and the little face sleeping soundly in Lu Yi's arms, all kinds of memories flooded his mind, and he finally felt relieved at this moment.

Looking at the boundless river, he said lightly, "It's a very good name."

On the way back to the city, passing by the forest of steles, he couldn't help but stamp his feet, and looked at him deeply and quietly for the last time through the continuous rain and fog.

He finally understood Zhang Ji's composure—in this life, he just walked the same journey in encounters and farewells again and again, and the master had accompanied him through this life that should have been walked alone.

Now it was his turn to pass his hand to those who came after him.

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After seeing Dong Zhong off, Li Yinzhou packed his bags non-stop and prepared to leave.

He did not publicize Lu Ji's letter, but it mentioned three extremely important predictions, the first of which is that two years later, that is, in the 24th year of Jian'an, there will be a sudden flood in the Han River Basin.

At that time, the Shu army will be as short of food as the Wu County in the past, so its generals will definitely take action.

The second and third items that followed made his heart suddenly heavy.

"Do you want to go north?" When saying goodbye, Sun Shangxiang asked rather puzzled, "Is something wrong?"

Li Yinzhou put away the burden, said solemnly: "Yes, General Lu Su once asked me to bring something to my lord, now is probably the time."