Practicing Medicine in Three Kingdoms

Liu Chan's ability to wake up so quickly is all thanks to the extra flavor of bezoar.

In traditional Chinese medicine, bezoar is more used to clear away heat and detoxify. Zhang Ji and Li Yinzhou have practiced medicine for decades and found that it has a good wake-promoting effect, so they used it on Liu Chan, and they really got the effect of killing two birds with one stone.

The young man who had receded from his illness looked a bit miserable. Even if he was fed with fine soup and fine rice, he was thin and his bones were thin. It was only the wealth and comfort of the royal family that could force him to continue his life. Ordinary people would have been unable to keep it.

Li Yinzhou said a few words of relief, and finally said: "Good medicine tastes bitter and is good for the disease. The days to come will be more difficult than before."

Poison is medicine, and medicine is poison.

Li Yinzhou has only used this prescription twice in the past [-] years. The first time was for Cao Cao who suffered from a brain tumor, which unexpectedly extended his life for more than ten years. It is not a torment worse than death; this time it is used on Liu Chan who has leukemia, and there is still a possibility of peace, but the suffering he will suffer will not be less than his predecessors.

After this difficulty, there are still decades of lonely long-distance waiting for Liu Chan, who is ignorant of everything in front of him.

Later generations often look at this slightly mediocre child with harsh eyes, but Li Yinzhou knows that the young man who cannot be overwhelmed by illness will eventually have his own faint and tenacious courage to face a more cruel fate.

The 14-year-old Liu Chan has not yet understood the deep meaning of these words, and the solemnity in the other party's eyes is beyond the scope of understanding, but the next moment he nodded like a chicken pecking at rice: "I must drink medicine well."

The determination in the young man's eyes is extremely serious, even if it is just such a small matter.

Zhuge Qiao breathed a sigh of relief: "It is God's blessing to be able to wake up, and Mr. Li has really rejuvenated! His Highness recovers from his illness, so it can temporarily soothe the emperor's mourning heart."

The defense line of the Yangtze River has been taken into the hands of the Wu army. At this moment, the Eastern Expedition is not the best policy at all. Liu Bei's anger is more or less emotional. Let go of grudges and recuperate.

Zhuge Qiao is just like his father, who is planning to serve the Liu family for a hundred years.

Li Yinzhou didn't think that this matter could be exposed so easily, but he only said: "The blood disease is dangerous, and there is still time to suffer, please thank you, young master."

After a few words of pleasantries and a follow-up pulse check, Li Yinzhou didn't intend to continue to disturb Liu Chan's rest, so he put away the medicine box and got up to leave.

Liu Chan pulled away the quilt with some difficulty.

The snow-white and slender hands of the disease were placed on Li Yinzhou's long sleeves in the air, and a dull red rope was hung on the knuckles conspicuously, which was obviously just untied.

A delicate and small bell hangs under the red rope, and it makes a crisp sound when touched.

Li Yinzhou took the very familiar bell, and was stunned for a moment: "How did the prince get this thing?"

Liu Chan seemed a little tired, panting for a moment after the movement.Zhuge Qiao has been studying for many years, and he has figured out his mind. At this moment, he also showed a knowing smile: "This is a small gadget brought in by a wealthy businessman in Hanzhong. It is said that Gan Xingba borrowed something from Jiangdong, but the emperor always convinces people with virtue. Since I don't want to do these favors, I simply gave it to the prince for fun. I think it is because the prince is in the eyes of the prince, so I will use this thing to express my gratitude."

He is really a talent trained/taught by Zhuge Liang, and his speech is neat and measured.

What appeared in Li Yinzhou's mind was Liu Chan's immature and silly face when he was a child. Presumably, the young man had such a pure heart, and the bell in his mind was the most sincere thank you.

A bet between himself and Ling Tong has not yet been won or lost, but he got the upper hand by mistake, which is interesting.

Li Yinzhou accepted the gift generously without any pretense.

Liu Chan breathed weakly, then carefully raised his eyes, his deer-like eyes stared timidly and eagerly at Li Yinzhou: "Sir, I want to visit Lujiang."

Li Yinzhou paused in his raised steps.

The war in Lujiang has only ceased in recent years, and it is impossible for Liu Bei to let the crown prince leave Shuzhong. Now Liu Chan is seriously ill and the two countries are hostile.

The boy made such a wish at this moment, naturally not for the sake of having fun.

The fingertips resting on the bell lightly rubbed down, across the old and incomplete edge, Li Yinzhou made up his mind more and more, then turned around and bowed his face, just like the old promise to Liu Chan, gently and firmly said : "The wind chimes in Lujiang are very moving, the young master will definitely see them one day."

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Fast forward to March.

The scenery of the Kingdom of Shu is not as vast and magnificent as Beiyuan, and it is not as gentle and tender as the water town, but it occupies a third of the aura of beauty in the world.Once washed by the summer rain, the surrounding mountains are verdant and verdant, and the rolling and steep hills emerge from the clouds to clear away the fog.

Chengdu, the center of Liu Bei's Hanzhong empire, gradually became noisy amidst the waking dust, humming folk songs with ups and downs, and pedestrians on the street started their day's work with leisurely steps.

It has been more than a hundred days since Liu Chan took the medicine, and he finally got better on this day. The red, swollen and scabies on the young man's face faded away, revealing his original handsome and well-behaved face.

This good news is all exciting.

Zhuge Qiao, who was by the side, had lost a lot of weight. He was sick for three months in untidy clothes. Send him back from the palace.

The prime minister's mansion is not far from the imperial palace, not too close to the market, only about ten miles away.Liu Bei sent the man out of the palace gate politely, and drove back to the court in a good mood.

But it was the ten-mile road that I used to come and go, and it was a bit unusually quiet today.

Zhuge Qiao reined in the reins vigilantly, and the steed seemed to have sensed something, snorting a little restlessly.

At this moment, dozens of black-clothed men with knives suddenly rushed out from the grass in all directions.

The sharp point of the knife is approaching Zhuge Qiao on the horse!

"Little Lord!"

The accompanying attendants exclaimed, and immediately drew their swords, covering the weak Zhuge Qiao and fleeing to the prime minister's mansion.

……

The news of Zhuge Qiao's attack quickly spread to the palace.

The young and vigorous Mi Zhao went straight to the palace, dragging Li Yinzhou's sleeves and sprinting out, his expression gloomy like a cloud of rain: "Although Bo Song was not injured, he accidentally fell off his horse in fear. Sir, please go away."

Although he said please, but the strength in his hand was not forgiving at all, he grabbed Li Yinzhou's wrist all the way and dragged his life to the side hall.

Zhuge Qiao's attendants were quite alert, and after desperately killing a bloody road, they turned around and returned to the heavily guarded palace. While reporting the matter to Liu Bei, they foretold the major general who was better with the young master.

As expected, Mi Zhao had an upright temper, so he raised his gun and left. He directly "invited" Li Yinzhou to the dying Zhuge Qiao, and shot away the embarrassing imperial doctors.

The young man on the couch was in pain, panting with difficulty, but the color of his lips was gradually turning blue visible to the naked eye.

Human life is at stake, Li Yinzhou didn't care to reprimand Mi Zhao for his outrageous behavior, so he rolled up his sleeves and caught Zhuge Qiao's pulse.

The several imperial doctors around who were dismissed by Mi Zhao's violent shot looked at each other in blank dismay, and there was a bit of unwillingness to be valued in their helpless eyes-what kind of god is he, is it possible that he is stronger than veterans like them in everything?This young master Zhuge obviously suffered internal injuries, the left and right are just betting his life with medicine, what's the difference?

Li Yinzhou's hand on the young man's veins moved quickly, and he lifted the skirt of his clothes that was rubbing mud, and covered Zhuge Qiao's slightly trembling chest with his left hand, curled his right knuckles slightly, pressed his wrist lightly, and tapped forcefully on his left hand. The top of the middle finger.

Boom, boom.

Suddenly there was a muffled drum-like rhythmic sound in the air.

No one has ever seen such a strange method of diagnosis. For a while, everyone's eyes were wide open, and they all looked at Li Yinzhou with a calm expression, but saw that he raised his hand neatly, turned back, and said: "Needle."

The imperial doctors have not recovered yet.

Mo Zhao turned his face viciously: "Can't you hear me?!"

Only then did someone tremblingly hand over strong wine to scrub the shiny silver needles.

Li Yinzhou took the silver needle under the watchful eyes of everyone, turned the young man's body without hesitation, stretched his fingers on his back, pressed a piece of flesh precisely, and immediately pressed the needle with the other hand, from the narrow rib The gap is poked in.

There was a slight puffing sound trembling from under his palm, as light as paper.For a moment, everyone held their breaths and concentrated their eyes on Li Yinzhou's tense but not flustered face.

After a while, Li Yinzhou turned his gestures again and pulled out the silver needle that was more than half an inch deep.

The bright sunlight cast a fine luster on the needle, and all the imperial doctors took a look, after all, it was not a barefoot half-immortal pretending to be a ghost, and they understood it in an instant.

"The needle doesn't see any blood. It seems that Young Master Zhuge didn't suffer any internal injuries. Presumably he was overly frightened and is about to turn the corner."

Mi Zhao also breathed a sigh of relief, sneered and sarcastically said: "This will make everyone's ears and eyes clear."

This is heartbreaking.

The few imperial doctors were silent on their faces, but they were not convinced in their hearts. Apart from being a bit weird, Mr. Li didn't have amazing skills. Zhuge Qiao didn't suffer internal injuries. That's because he was lucky. Relationship?

In the silently intertwined eyes, Li Yinzhou's expression became more and more serious, the slightly narrow corners of his eyes were dripping with sweat, reflecting the dim light in his eyes.

"What?" Mi Zhao had an ominous premonition in his heart, "Isn't it because the needle didn't see blood?"

Li Yinzhou squinted his eyes, and his eyes fell directly on the young man with a thin line of breath, but he said: "Young master is not injured internally, it is indeed a blessing, but at this moment, the breath is disordered in the chest, there is in and out, so it is difficult to breathe, if you ignore it, I'm afraid my life is hanging by a thread."

Zhuge Qiao did not have internal bleeding, which is a blessing in misfortune.However, a new problem arose during the fierce fight, which is a common disease among tall and thin young people——

Acute spontaneous pneumothorax.

And the symptoms of the teenager in front of him are dangerous, waiting for him to heal himself is tantamount to courting death!

As soon as this remark came out, it was like a shocking tree falling, and it shocked everyone's hearts instantly.

The imperial doctors immediately forgot the jealousy and hatred just now, and their eyes were terrified and helpless. You must know that this is the adopted son of Prime Minister Zhuge, the celebrity in front of His Highness the Crown Prince!If something really happened to him, how could they survive?

Burning eyes fell on the face of Mr. Li who spoke surprisingly, as if waiting for him to give an answer.

Mi Zhao didn't have that patience, he just swiped the spear and said in a low voice, "You have a way, tell me!"

Li Yinzhou glanced back at him, eyes slowly, and said calmly: "Yes, there is a dangerous method, maybe you can try it."

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At the same time, in the hall.

The guards who hurried all the way finally got to face the saint, and were about to report the whole story of Zhuge Qiao being attacked, escaping and seriously ill today, but the prime minister stopped his voice with a solemn look.

At this moment, there are more important government affairs waiting to be dealt with.

Liu Bei sat on the floor in front of the desk, with a half-stretched bamboo slip in front of him, his fingers were resting on the slightly raised corner, and his cold eyes gradually became clear as he read it.

The guard let out a sigh of relief.

It seems His Majesty is in a good mood.

Zuo Mizhao had already gone to pull that Mr. Li over. This meeting was just the culprit who asked the superiors to picket and murder him secretly. He also suppressed the lingering fear and waited quietly until Liu Bei noticed him.

"Are you from Bosong's side?" Liu Bei was in a good mood, and was willing to say a few more words, "Speaking of which, Gu's letter is just a peace agreement sent by his biological father Zhuge Jin, so he should let his son read it. His literary talent and brushwork."

Zhuge Liang on the side smiled lightly and said: "If Bo Song can win one or two brothers, and repay my Shu Han, it will not be in vain to waste your majesty's love."

These words made Liu Bei even more interested, he stood up straight, with a relaxed expression: "There is something, tell me."

The two monarchs and ministers laughed at Yan Yan because Wu put down his posture and first asked for peace. The guards of Zhuge's family had been fascinated by their master's demeanor since childhood. The illness that is at stake at the moment is skipped.

Zhuge Liang's originally calm and indifferent expression did not change because of the dying of his adopted son at this moment, he just frowned slightly.

Liu Bei showed concern and was about to speak.

The sound of drums and thunder came from outside the hall.

It's urgent.

The sound of hasty footsteps came like raindrops, and the soldiers who delivered the letter went all the way to the gate of the main hall unimpeded. report..."

There was thunder in the dark sky outside the window, and the attendant couldn't hear the words behind him clearly.

He only saw Liu Bei's red face, as if someone had slapped him in the face out of thin air, intertwined with blue and white in a flash of lightning, and after several brewing, it finally settled into a gloomy expression about to be destroyed by the storm.

"Zhuge Qiao is seriously ill?" Liu Bei was pondering what the guards had reported earlier, a faint smell of blood suddenly appeared between his lips and teeth.But he just smiled contemptuously, bent down to pick up Wu Lai's peace agreement on the case, slowly and steadily turned to the last page, and held it above his eyesight.

Then, without warning, it was slammed onto the floor!

"Crackling!"

The shattered pieces of bamboo were scattered all over the ground, and Zhuge Jin's thin and powerful handwriting was scattered all over the place.

The guards of Zhuge's family were caught off guard, they didn't know what had offended Longyan, let alone dared to mention Zhuge Qiao's condition.

In the silence that didn't dare to breathe, only Liu Bei's cold voice came from above his head.

"They killed Gu's two younger brothers, and they still want to save Wu's son? Since Zhuge Qiao is seriously ill, Gu rewarded him with burying his younger brother, which is also considered to protect his loyalty and filial piety!"