Practicing Medicine in Three Kingdoms

In the middle of the night, the dew is thick, the moon is hidden in frost and cold, and the swaying east wind weaves the rain and mist into clothes, which are lightly worn on the patchwork eaves of Lujiang people.

Zhang Ji shivered in the heavy coldness.

He held the half-seen bamboo slips in his arms, stretched his sore waist, and stepped out of the house with his beloved ancient book in his arms.Xiangzu stepped halfway, and then suddenly stopped in the cold moonlight.

A hazy full moon is faintly reflected on the mouth of the well.

By the well, a thin figure curled up into a ball, his clothes were wet with rain and dew, under the thin linen, the bone cones on his back were distinct.

There was a large pile of bamboo slips scattered beside him. Zhang Ji twisted his eyelids to distinguish carefully under the hazy moonlight, only to realize that this pile was not a bibliography, but a draft of calligraphy practice.

There are obviously two people's handwriting on the draft, one is neat and neat, the strokes are clean, it can be seen that the owner is restrained and forbearing, not revealing half happiness or anger.

Not revealing is also a kind of revealing, and it is not difficult to guess whose handwriting this word is.

The other one is far worse, the writing is sometimes crooked and sometimes too straight. It can be seen that the mood of the writer is like the Yellow River with nine bends and eighteen bends.

The more you look back, the more the strokes are formed, but the ink is getting shallower. Zhang Ji glanced at the ink dots scattered on the mouth of the well, and the sneer on his lips faded away, revealing a look of relief.

He lightly kicked Li Yinzhou's back with his toe: "Idiot, idiot, what are you doing here? Do I want you to guard the moon in the well?"

Li Yinzhou opened his eyes in a bleary sleep, his vision blurred with raindrops, and Zhang Ji's rare admiring expression was just missed.

He lowered his head and tidied up the scattered bamboo slips: "Mr. is reading, and the students dare not disturb. The moon in the well is useless to Mr., but it is a bright light to me. Although the well water here is not worth money, but you can also write with ink.”

Although this sounds bleak, it is not uncommon in this era. Candlelight is not a cheap thing, and ink is not something that ordinary people can afford to squander. For that.

Zhang Ji snorted and said, "Your words are ridiculous. The Sun family's gold is quite a lot. If you don't use it to buy things, is it possible to keep it for laying eggs?"

Li Yinzhou's hand wiping the raindrops froze slightly, and immediately understood the meaning of these words.

At this time, if you want to be nice again

It was too hypocritical, he simply bowed to Zhang Ji generously: "Thank you for your generosity, sir."

Zhang Ji frowned and looked at him with distaste: "Buying two more clothes, being a student's sloppy, I will lose face."

Li Yinzhou's heart skipped a beat.

He knew that his medicinal material had finally gained some meaning in Zhang Ji's eyes. Zhang Ji intended to test his arrogance, just waiting for him to discard all his conceit, regain the mentality of a student, and lay it down step by step. Base.

Studying medicine is like writing. If you don't know how to draw horizontally and vertically, it is obviously unrealistic to want to learn the strokes that are astonishing.

Such painstaking efforts and patience are not the unrestrained and uninhibited that he flaunted on the surface. He boiled all his hard work into time and then entrusted him with his painstaking efforts.

Li Yinzhou looked up at Zhang Ji, as if looking up at an ancient tree. The roots deep in the ground were hidden under the seemingly withered branches and leaves, and they stood still despite the wind and rain.

The two master and apprentice looked at each other silently for a long time, Zhang Ji smiled sarcastically: "Don't go to sleep, I'll see the doctor tomorrow."

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The next day, the sky was bright, and the two masters and apprentices followed the small road in the country to the home of a hunter in the faint morning light.

Orion's wife wept mournfully: "The tiger slapped him on the back, the claws and teeth are very sharp, sir, look..."

Zhang Ji tore open Orion's clothes, carefully inspected the wound that was attacked by the tiger, and his frown relaxed slightly: "He is lucky, this claw avoided the heart orifice, and his skin is thick, so he never hurt the lungs."

Only then did the woman feel a little relieved, and took a choked breath: "Then, what does Mr. Na think should be done?"

Zhang Ji glanced at Li Yinzhou.

Li Yinzhou opened the medicine box on his back, rummaged for a while, took out a bag of wrapped medicinal charcoal, and handed it to Zhang Ji.Zhang Ji carefully covered the wound with medicinal charcoal under the surprised expression of the woman, and explained:

"The so-called stop the blood when it sees black, and stop when the red sees black. Putting charcoal powder on the wound can stop the bleeding and isolate external evils."

How could the woman in the village understand these words, she just nodded and said yes, Li Yinzhou knew that this was taught to herself, but she was thinking much more than that.

The old saying of traditional Chinese medicine is not entirely unreasonable. It is not these rough powders that play a role in medicinal charcoal, but a small amount of activated carbon in it.

It is a pity that in this era, there is no process for manufacturing activated carbon, and there is only a small amount of activated carbon produced in the production process in medicinal charcoal, which is far different from the purity used in modern medicine.

Activated carbon...

Just as he was meditating, a brain crash hit his forehead sharply. Zhang Ji threw the sundries at him: "Why are you standing there, why don't you pack it up."

After the silent confession last night, Li Yinzhou has let go of all doubts about this teacher, and no longer hides anything: "The student is thinking, since charcoal powder can astringe wounds and absorb toxins, can it be used to detoxify."

Zhang Ji shook his hand fan and yawned slowly: "This old man has also thought about this method, but it is a pity that taking it internally has little effect."

Li Yinzhou carefully searched what he learned in his previous life in his mind. In fact, the principle of making activated carbon is not complicated, but in this era without chemical raw materials, is it possible to successfully manufacture it?

Zhang Ji saw his eyes staring into the sky, and knew that the child had thought of something again, and he didn't put on the teacher's airs, but asked casually: "What did you think of again?"

Li Yinzhou had only been beaten for a few days, so how could he dare to show off: "Students don't dare to show off."

Zhang Jicai's relaxed expression turned into displeasure again: "This is ridiculous. Although you and I are masters and apprentices, when we meet halfway, there is always something you know and I don't. Confucius is not ashamed to ask, can I even do this?" Don't you have any heart?"

"Students don't mean that, but they don't know if they can succeed, so they dare not speak lightly." Li Yinzhou repeatedly screened the feasible crafts in his heart, and slowly spliced ​​them into a set of barely connected processes. His round eyes reflected the beautiful scenery of the mountain village , but what came to mind was a curtain of seemingly boring words.

Zhang Ji stopped.

Li Yinzhou was caught off guard, and bumped into Zhang Ji's back with his medicine box, rubbed his aching forehead, and then pulled himself out of his thoughts.

Zhang Ji smiled coldly, squinted his eyes, and turned over old accounts: "Who said that Shennong tasted all kinds of herbs and made them from scratch? How come the momentum of contradictory is gone?"

Before Li Yinzhou could answer, he started walking again, leaving a thin and hale back.

"You want to turn back before hitting the south wall? No fun, no fun!"