Practicing Medicine in Three Kingdoms

The silver-gray lightning quickly turned from the deep black rain, shining a cold light on the opponent's unfriendly face, and the pattering rain hit the hard armor. In the splashing cold mist, the gloomy gaze straightened Gougou stared at him, not concealing the murderous look in his eyes at all.

Li Yinzhou saw clearly the face of this formidable leader of the forbidden army.

It's Fu An.

The son of Fu Shiren, the prefect of the former Public Security Bureau.

More than a year ago, Lu Meng in white clothes crossed the river to surprise the three counties in the east and captured Jiangling in one fell swoop. Fu Shiren, who was stationed in the police station, was more reckless than Mi Fang and surrendered.

Poor Lingling prefect Hao Pu died alone in the city, but these two cowards lived a happy life.The Mi family was originally a wealthy family, and was protected by Mrs. Mi's nepotism. Now without Guan Yu's coercion, no one dared to mention the shame of losing without a fight.But the Fu family didn't have a powerful wife, let alone a family background, so the public security fell, and it fell into decline in a blink of an eye.

It's no wonder that General Fu is working so hard for Liu Bei. Weng Niang is a waste, so she can only hope that she can sharpen her head and get ahead.

Mi Zhao's face turned cold, and just as he was about to draw his gun, he heard the person next to him take a step back in an unhurried manner, and said in a calm tone, "Why do you think that someone is playing tricks on you? Your Majesty's golden words are certainly not to be missed, but you may as well Think about it, Zhuge Qiao’s relationship with this person is by no means ordinary, and he must be handled carefully. First, he is Wu’s proton. In ancient times, killing protons would inevitably be criticized by later generations. Killing him at this time will make everyone in the world laugh. Comments? Second, he is the prime minister's adopted son after all, and His Majesty is so angry that he may not have thought about it deeply. If the relationship between the monarch and his ministers is broken for some reason, the general will not be a villain..."

As soon as these words came out, Fu Anben's cold eyes dimmed for a moment.

His firm will was also shaken by the swaying rain.

Mr. Li's words are really embarrassing!

On the surface, what he said was to hope that he would consider the past and future for His Majesty, but in fact it was to remind him of Zhuge Qiao's complicated status, and to advise him not to easily become a sword in the hands of others.

You must know that Zhuge Qiao is both the proton of Wu and the adopted son of the prime minister. Killing him not only offended Zhuge Jin, minister of Wu, but also offended Sun Quan; The only adopted son raised, is the love unusual?The most important thing is that His Majesty is so deep in thought, could it be that he was really so angry that he didn't think of these stakes at all?

I'm afraid that once His Majesty "calms down", I, this blood-stained Daozu, will kill myself.

Thinking over and over again, he was in a cold sweat for a while. Today he can avenge the blood of two generals, Zhang and Zhang, for His Majesty. Tomorrow, when His Majesty regrets it, who will avenge the prime minister?After all the calculations, he, the executioner, can only become a pawn in the game between the monarch and his ministers, and he may be pushed out to take the blame at any time!

As for the unclear instructions in His Majesty's words of "serious illness and burial", whether he blurted out in a fit of anger, or he had already prepared it in his heart, is no longer something that he, a little imperial guard, can ponder and suspect.But now things have changed, and Mr. Li's skillful hand to save Zhuge Qiaode's life undoubtedly gave him an excuse to report back and ask for instructions.

When the time comes, he will be killed or cut, and he will learn to obey His Majesty's will, so naturally he will not be able to blame him, a small order-executor.

Thinking of this, his indifferent eyes suddenly showed a bit of lingering collapse, and the sight he looked at Li Yinzhou also showed a sense of relaxation and friendliness.

Just now he asked himself to repeat His Majesty's will not to mess around, but to remind him to be careful of the hidden troubles here, no matter what reason he must keep Zhuge Qiao, at this moment he is a friend Not the enemy!

After listening to Li Yinzhou's words, Mi Zhao also figured out the key point almost at the same instant, and couldn't help but look at him differently for a while.

Sure enough, this person is just wearing a pure and gentle shell, the old fox's tail can't hide it!

But what he didn't figure out was that he put so much effort into rescuing Zhuge Qiao, even putting his life in danger, was it just because Bo Song was the son of Minister Wu and their Jiangdong child?

As the rain fell like a mess, Fu An's expression was no longer as gloomy as before, and he even smiled lightly: "Since the gentleman said so, the general must report back to the prime minister and His Majesty, please stay here for a long time, sir. In order to avoid any accidents with Young Master Zhuge."

He turned his eyes coldly to Mi Zhao's face, his eyes sharply warned him that there was not much to do.

No matter how domineering Mi Zhao is, there is a limit to it. He put the gun in his arms and guarded it in front of the hall like a sculpture.

Li Yinzhou lowered his eyes and watched the uninvited visitor turn around and sink into the chaotic wind and rain.

……

After the heavy rain and the red walls, the candles were brightly lit in the main hall with few people, and the extremely dazzling light illuminated every wrinkle on the aged emperor's forehead. An invisible shadow was cast by the corner of the eye.

Zhuge Liang has not left the palace as usual.

Prior to this, he and Zhao Yun had always opposed the attack on Wu.But when the news of Zhang Fei's death in Langzhong came, he never spoke to dissuade him from it.

No matter whether Wu is boldly provoking this matter, or Wei is deliberately provoking it, there is always one party who must bear the anger.Two evils, perhaps the only way is to reach out to the former allies.

Although this is only the middle policy.

His eyes fell on the map in front of him, and he analyzed calmly: "Wu has occupied most of the Yangtze River defense line. They are good at naval divisions. Our army should avoid their advantages and try to avoid encounters on the water. The terrain of the Three Gorges is dangerous and the current is fast. It is difficult for the opponent to ambush. It’s better to go straight to the army from this incision…”

While Zhuge Liang was analyzing calmly, Liu Bei lowered his gaze through the slanted crown, looking deeply at the face of the military adviser who had been with him for more than ten years.

Unlike his aging self, Zhuge Liang, who has just passed forty, looks thin despite being thin. His peaceful eyebrows and eyes inevitably show fine wrinkles under the radiance of the lights, but he looks very young when placed in the position of prime minister. .

Thinking of the year when he was invited to become a hut, Zhuge was only in his twenties.

Compared with himself who has experienced all the vicissitudes of life, he really has too much time left.

After more than ten years of entrepreneurship, this inconspicuous difference is so clear at this moment that it is frightening.

In the rest of the field of vision, the bright candle had burned to the end, and many red tears were shed, piled up on the bronze plate of the Suzaku holding the lamp.Fu An's figure just appeared in the blurred beam behind the lamp, waiting respectfully for the emperor's message.

Liu Bei closed his eyes deeply, and pinched the reddened eyebrows: "Is it done?"

Zhuge Liang's soft and peaceful voice stopped suddenly.

Fu An hesitated for a moment, but still honestly reported what he had seen, only omitting Li Yinzhou's deliberate mention, and briefly described the story of Zhuge Qiao's resurrection, but he did not dare to do it rashly.

In the end, he raised his eyes cautiously: "Your Majesty, Zhuge Qiao is no longer seriously ill, and the burial..."

As soon as Liu Bei's fingers stopped, his deeply closed eyelids opened slightly, and a pair of extremely red eyes reflected a cold light instantly, looking extremely gloomy at this moment.

At the same time, there was a flash of lightning, and Fu An only thought that he had misunderstood, and buried his head in anxiety, waiting quietly for Liu Bei's order.

Useless waste!

Liu Bei couldn't help but coldly figured out what the young general was thinking, he was just afraid that the old incident would be brought up again in the future, and this unjust case would fall on his own head.

The soldiers all arrived in front of the opponent's palace, and they only wiped out their mouths cleanly. Who can tell whether Zhuge Qiao died of illness or was killed?Now that he has asked him for a will, could it be that he wants to pour dirty water back to himself, the emperor!

It can be seen that since ancient times, people who have been eagles and dogs must have some blood mud under their claws. Otherwise, how can they get a favor from all the talents?Such a timid and timid person, like his father, is nothing more than a dispensable mediocrity!

Could it be that there are so few people around him?

After the momentary electric shock was removed from his face, the bright candlelight covered the stinging eye mask again. In the soft and warm field of vision, Zhuge Liang's lonely figure stood quietly in front of the desk, without saying a word for a moment.

Liu Bei raised the corners of his lips tiredly.

That's right, he is a military strategist who has always planned strategies and is always in a position to win, and he understands his mind best.Even if it is about the life and death of his only adopted son, he will not have the slightest selfishness in front of national affairs.

There is nothing more than this.

But are there really such sages and sages in the whole world, not for themselves or relatives, who have worked hard for half of their lives, and don't intend to spend money, just to repay the kindness of the three cares?

When he poured his anger on Zhuge Qiao, he was probably trying to test his prime minister and military adviser on purpose, but when the other party gave up Xiao Gu Da as he wished, he didn't feel at ease, instead, a deeper estrangement and fear arose ——

A hundred years from now, will Zhuge Liang be the next Lang Zhou, or Duke Cao?

"Your Majesty..." Seeing that he was silent for a moment, Fu An gently raised his head again, reminding him in a low voice to make a quick decision.

Seeing that the emotion in Liu Bei's eyes slowly faded, he said as if he was extremely tired: "What's the situation with Bo Song now?"

Fu An's heart skipped a beat. He really didn't expect Liu Bei to ask about Zhuge Qiao's condition in detail. Just now, he was so coldly sweated by Li Yinzhou's reminder that he didn't bother to take a look at the situation on the sick bed. He faltered and couldn't speak.

Liu Bei seemed to have expected his reaction, so he just sneered, turned his gaze to Zhuge Liang who was standing still, and sighed: "After all, Bo Song has been under the military advisor's knee for many years, you should go and see for yourself."

Hearing these words, Fu An vaguely sensed the weird atmosphere between the monarch and his ministers, but he didn't dare to say anything, and just stepped aside to wait for the prime minister's answer.

Zhuge Liang withdrew his gaze from the map full of layouts, and only said: "Yes."

……

After tossing and tossing back and forth, the sky is bright, and the heavy rain that has been leaking all night has slowed down now, dripping down the blunt eaves, sliding across the field of vision, splashing misty water mist all over the place.

Zhuge Liang bowed and stood in front of his adopted son's sick bed, gently rubbed the bamboo tube on his chest, and asked softly, "Is this the bamboo tube that saved his life?"

After a night of drainage, Zhuge Qiao's complexion has improved a lot, Li Yinzhou took a breath and said: "Yes, the young master's emergency originated from the lungs, and the qi accumulated in the chest. Difficult to breathe. The only way to open a small hole in his chest is to use a bamboo tube to draw the gas into the water, and when the accumulated gas is exhausted, people will naturally turn the corner."

Zhuge Liang didn't actually ask him the whole story, but Li Yinzhou still briefly explained to him clearly.

The end of the bamboo tube is put into the water, and the bottle mouth is sealed. One is to isolate pollution, and the other is to prevent gas from flowing back. In this way, the simplest single-chamber drainage model has the effect of turning decay into magic.

Although Zhuge Liang was not proficient in medicine, he also attacked hundreds of schools of thought when he was in Wolongpo, and he could see the way of it at a glance.

He touched Zhuge Qiao's pulse with two fingers, and he really felt the pulse was strong.

"Thank you sir, I can report back to His Majesty even if I am so lonely."

Li Yinzhou raised his eyebrows: "Is the prime minister doing this just to report back to His Majesty?"

Zhuge Liang opened his lips and teeth, and just about to smile, the warm and cool wrist under his palm moved slightly, and the resting fingers held him loosely.

The young man on the sickbed, feeling a familiar breath, opened his eyes slightly in a half-dream, and muttered something in his mouth.

Zhuge Liang's calm expression froze for a moment, and his brows twitched slightly.

The young man was completely ignorant of what he had encountered, and only clasped his hands more forcefully, whispering softly, "...Father."