Practicing Medicine in Three Kingdoms

After a symbolic stay in Xunyang for seven days, Hao Pu and his party bid farewell to Lu Meng, and quietly went down the river to Lukou to visit the new governor who turned out to be born.

Hope was lucky.

As soon as he left, Xunyang's back feet began to rain.

The first precipitation of the midsummer rainy season sprinkled on the river surface, splashing mist, blurring the outline of the mountains and rivers on the other side.The small boat moored at the wharf kept shaking in circles of scattered ripples, and a single fishing fire at the bow of the boat faintly fainted a layer of yellow light, illuminating the solitary shadow of the boat again.

Li Yinzhou wore a coir raincoat and stood by the river watching the rain.

The rain is getting heavier.

The boundaries of heaven and earth are becoming more and more blurred.

Ling Tong raised his arms to press down the bamboo hat that was constantly deflected in the wind, and sat on the pier lazily looking up at him. Thinking of the leg injury this man suffered in the past year, he couldn't help but remind him: "Sir, don't make fools of yourself because of your youth." , be careful, in two years, it will be nice to have rheumatism like Ziming."

Li Yinzhou raised his hand and knocked twice on the bamboo hat above his head: "It's not big or small."

He is already in his mid-thirties, and he has nothing to do with being young. Ling Tong's words are really embarrassing.

Ling Tong looked at him earnestly, looking up, he could only see that handsome outline was wet with rain and mist, and the unstoppable cold rain rolled down his shoulders drop by drop along his thin jaw, and at a glance, he still looked like the old days .

He couldn't help smiling: "Every time I see Mr., I feel that these years are just a snap of my fingers, but I didn't expect it to be so long."

Thinking back to the time when the two of them first met, this kid was not as tall as his chest. Now, more than twenty years later, the word Ling Tong has already become famous all over the world.

If Ling Cao has a soul in the sky, he should be gratified.

Li Yinzhou couldn't help recalling the three teenagers with different personalities back then, but now only Ling Tongtong is left in front of him.

He always felt that Ji Yan was not dead, but after so many years of ups and downs, even if he really appeared again, they wouldn't recognize each other, would they?

It rained heavily.

He looked up at the heavy clouds on the rain, and slowly closed his eyes: "Yes."

……

The two waited in the wind for a while, until the last light of the sky was swallowed by the twilight, and a light boat smashed into pieces with the sound of rain.

Letters from the front.

Ling Tong picked up his gun to show the token, took the wet letter box, and opened it in front of his eyes.

The military report this time is very concise, and it is not considered a secret in terms of content, at least not soon——

The upper reaches of the Yangtze River suffered heavy rains, the Han River overflowed, and floods were rampant.

Taking advantage of Xiangyang and Fancheng being flooded, Guan Yu made a decisive northern expedition.

Ling Tong stood up awkwardly: "Sending troops is such a big deal to Cao, why didn't Liu Bei know the master? What does he want to do!"

The soldier who delivered the report trembled, how could he answer this question.

There is no need to answer the actual question, the answer is obvious.

Flooding the seven armies, a god-given opportunity, how can the easy victory be shared with the old allies?

Not to mention fighting against Cao Cao together, I am afraid that after Guan Yu's Northern Expedition, the next step is to conquer Wudi!

The alliance has long been a joke. Ever since Wu took back the three counties of Jingzhou, no, from the very beginning, Liu Bei had no good intentions of wanting to live together in peace.

The hand holding the bamboo slips slowly tightened, Ling Tong's eyes were full of hostility, and the uncontrollable anger almost burst out, but at this moment he pressed it into his palm, and only squeezed the military newspaper until it creaked.

The little soldier had never seen him so angry, he almost trembled, and looked at the person behind Ling Tong as if asking for help: "I...I...Mr. Li, you..."

The cold wind blew, and a warm breath came over.

Ling Tong rolled his eyes deeply, and turned his head expressionlessly.

Li Yinzhou calmly held down his tense shoulder blades, his long wet eyebrows were evenly opened, his eyes were calm and unwavering, but with a little force under his palms, there were bursts of warmth through the wet clothes.

After Ling Tong restrained himself for a moment, he said slowly: "Don't worry, it's raining too much, let's wait for it."

……

In Xunyang City, Lu Meng was also watching the rain.

Through the half-covered window rails, he saw another vast landscape.

Jiang Bo is vast.

The rain was powerful and continuous. The pouring rain poured into the turbulent river, raising the water level a little, and it didn't pass the dry foreshore, as if pushing the mountains back a few steps.

"This year's rain is really heavy. I heard that the area around the Han River has been flooded." His soldiers stretched out their hands to cover the window, rubbing their stiff palms and shaking, "The genius doctor in Shu said that Fengbi is the most resistant to dampness and coldness. General, do you want to light the stove?"

Lu Meng frowned to see that the pane was tightly fastened, and the remaining water stains were wet along the crack, and then he seemed to come back to his senses, and grinned at him: "Rough-skinned old meat, what? So squeamish!"

Hearing what he said, the soldier scratched his head and smiled shyly. As if thinking of something again, he mocked the air: "Yes, the general is the god of war who was killed with real swords and guns, not the kind of scholar and child from aristocratic family. Takako, let them go to the battlefield, I'm afraid they will cry and ask their mother for milk!"

"Get lost." Lu Meng raised his foot and kicked at the kid, laughing and scolding the kid, "You're full of nonsense, no wonder the soldiers of Dudu Lu look down on you wild boys."

The wild boy was very unhappy, and while hiding, he muttered and protested: "We still don't like their general."

Lu Meng snorted: "Stop throwing away my people from now on! A soldier is a soldier, and a general is a general. Disobedient soldiers should be thrown into the river to feed the fish."

The soldier whispered back: "We only listen to General Lu, not General Lu."

Lu Meng patted his head: "Yum wood head!"

Xiao Bing burst into tears in pain, clutching the top of his head and rushing out the door, just happened to bump into Li Yinzhou, who came with a medicine box and was bathing in the rain.

Looking up and seeing this gentleman, he immediately stepped out of the way respectfully.

"Sir please!"

There was a crisp sound, and there was clearly a little childishness in the crying voice.

Lu Meng's feigned anger could not help showing a little smile, and cursed: "Stupid boy."

When the little soldier ran into the rain aggrieved, Li Yinzhou closed the door.

Rainy days are a torment for rheumatism patients. Even Lu Meng, who has been fighting in the battlefield for decades, can't get out of bed. He just relies on his unyielding stubborn temper and refuses to show his pain to others easily. .

When he took off the quilt, he saw that the big joints all over his body were swollen, and the red skin was rubbed with the cloth, and he was twitched abruptly.

Lu Meng took a deep breath, gritted his teeth and said with a smile: "The apprentice has learned this way, it seems that your master's prescription is nothing more than this."

Li Yinzhou pulled out the needle pad, picked up a thin golden needle, rubbed it lightly against the dim sunlight, and calmly bumped back: "Isn't that right, the upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked."

Lu Meng: "..."

How come these words seem to be teasing him in a roundabout way.

Taking advantage of the moment when the patient was honest, Li Yinzhou gave him a few injections for temporary pain relief, and explained: "Fengbi disease is the most difficult to work hard. I can temporarily relieve the symptoms with acupuncture. General, remember not to be exposed to rain or water, otherwise the gods will die." Can't be saved."

Lu Meng ignored the harsh words, leaned back while yawning, his eyes flickered coldly: "Where is the good medicine you mentioned earlier, how long will it take?"

Li Yinzhou knew that he was impatient.

But some things can't be rushed.

He twirled the golden needle in a leisurely manner, listening to the sound of the rain dripping down the corner of the eaves, and pressed down slightly with his knuckles.

Lu Meng only felt his legs go numb, and then he heard the other party's determined voice fall.

"Ten days."

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Ten days later, Jiangling County, Taishou Mansion.

A letter was sent to the current prefect Mi Fang.

The heavier the rain, the darker the sky, so he entered the study with a stick.

The sound of wind and rain outside the window was desolate.

The room was warm and quiet, and the eight bright candles scattered high and low illuminated the field of vision and clearly outlined his old and rugged outline.

The letter was written by Hope.

He held up the bamboo slips and looked at them for a long time.

It wasn't until a servant opened the door and came in to replace him with a cup of hot tea that the icy wind and rain slipped in, splashing on the upright and thin small characters, leaving a blur of ink marks.

The servant did not expect this, and looked at his master tremblingly, fearing that the bamboo slip would be smashed down, and his own life would also be confessed.

But Mi Fang smiled, threw the bamboo slip into the brazier with her backhand, and leisurely took the teacup from the trembling hand.

The tea fragrance is clear and the taste is lingering.

He took a sip, waved his hands in a good mood and ordered the servants to leave.

When the people were gone, he brought a beautiful concubine into his arms. While smelling the beauty's fragrance wantonly, he took out a huge luminous pearl and waved it in front of her eyes: "Do you know what this is?"

The concubine was enticed: "This is..."

Mi Fang held her five fingers together proudly: "This is the Pearl of the East China Sea, a good thing that even the Holy Majesty does not need."

The concubine understood, she hooked his neck with a smile, and asked, "Who is so filial?"

Mi Fang embraced her in her arms, and said to her in detail: "In the past, when the royal family was relatively rich, the Empress Dowager gave the Jiuqing of the current dynasty the Pearl of the East Sea, other than that, only Lujiang prefect Lu Kanggong received this courtesy. There are only these ten luminous pearls in the world, no matter how much money you spend, you can’t find No. 11, who do you think is filial?”

The concubine giggled like a flower, "It seems that Governor Lu is a sensible person."

Mi Fang evoked a sneering smile: "He's a smart person, that's all he has."

He was serving as the governor for a while, but Lu Boyan still couldn't see through the current situation, and instead used jewelry to curry favor with his "allies" in order to stabilize his position, which is simply ridiculous.

The children raised by the aristocratic family will only know how to make money by these people's sophistication.

Mi Fang's concubine had also seen the scene, so she couldn't help asking: "Then how did Sun Zhongmou help such an embroidered pillow?"

Mi Fang thought about today's letter, and pushed the person down with a smile, and breathed out a hot breath in her ear: "Guess."

"It must be that...it must be that Lu Ziming is dying of illness, and there is no one to use them, so... um... the prefect..."

The two flirted with the current situation and had a good time hanging out all night. They waited until the next day to find time to return Lu Yi with a thank-you gift.

When Hao Pu returned to Lingling, everything was calm, except for the rain falling, one after another.

Two more months passed like this.

The rainy season is finally over, and autumn is on both sides of the strait.Maple blossoms are better than fire, the setting sun is like a torch, and the red glow is burning in the sky, dyeing the sky with a layer of fiery crimson.

Mi Fang drank some wine.

Today's good news came, Guan Yu really killed the Quartet, he conquered Xiangyang and Fancheng in one fell swoop, and he was going straight to Wei Zhi's throat without any effort.

He shook his wine glass: "It can be seen that time is also a matter of luck. This kind of barbarian can succeed. After all, it is Mr. Cao who can't do anything. The Jiangdong boy is still too young."

The staff who accompanied the wine smiled and flattered: "If you don't have your old man sitting in Jiangling, how can Guan Yunchang dare to march with peace of mind? In terms of merit, it is Mi Gong who followed the lord all the way, never left, and helped His Majesty conquer this country. Now you are still the uncle of the country. Lord, is His Majesty's relative, how can it be the kind of love comparable to sworn brothers?"

The flattery slapped Mi Fang directly in the heart.

Guan Yu had been at odds with him for a long time, and now that he had won a great victory at the front line, he was the only one who felt a little sour in the joyful world, so hearing this compliment was a relief.

Taking advantage of his drunkenness, he swung the wine glass and was somewhat dissatisfied: "It's also because Lu Ziming is seriously ill and Lu Boyan is useless, otherwise he will give us a backhand while he is taking advantage of the Northern Expedition. Hmph, I want to see how Guan Yunchang ends up!"

The bottom is a posturing rebuttal.

"With you here, who dares to come?"

"The courage of a man is not as good as your plan!"

……

The toasts were staggered, the shadows of the candles flickered, and when I was drunk, I suddenly heard a hurried footstep breaking into the banquet.

Mi Fang looked at that person displeasedly: "What's the hurry?"

The soldier who sent the order was fighting in two arms, his upper teeth tripping his lower teeth, and it took him a long time to say: "Grand Prefect, Lu Meng, Lu Meng is attacking!"

Lu Meng?

Wasn't he already terminally ill?

Mi Fang's movement of pushing the cup stopped in the middle of the air, and the drunkenness was instantly emptied, but her rationality seemed to be far away from her head, and she asked after a long while: "Where are the soldiers?"

The soldier raised his head tremblingly.

Mi Fang slapped the table violently: "Quickly say it!"

Then the little soldier cried: "Wu Jun, Wu Jun has arrived outside the city."

Hearing this, Mi Fang stood upright on the spot, and only two words flashed through her blank mind for a moment——

It’s over.