Practicing Medicine in Three Kingdoms

The summer in Jiangdong is sunny and warm. If it is further north, it will be a little hot, and if it is further south, the rainfall will be too torrential.Lujiang County is impartial and is in the most suitable position.People live on the water, and the rivers in all directions inject their blood into them. Ships traveling from south to north take a rest here, and the sails dance wildly in the long wind, embellishing the water town with golden wind and drizzle with vivid colors.

Today happened to be a cloudless and sunny day.

Li Yinzhou found out the city wall of Lujiang River familiarly, turned a corner at the base of the wall, avoided the dangerous mountain forest, and came to a remote riverside.

The city of Lujiang is peaceful and leisurely, and the water of Lujiang is also gentle and tender. The crystal clear water drops flow with the waves, reflecting the boundless blue sky.This branch of the Feishui River is sparsely populated, only egrets are often guests, and their fluttering wings skim over the water, bringing the tide of the river to the sky.

Apart from the slightly longer distance, this is the most suitable place for experiments.

There are tigers in the mountains, so there will never be piranhas here, right?

Li Yinzhou set up the iron pot, and skillfully began to repeat the process dozens of times. In the hot flame, what burns is patience and enthusiasm, and what cools down is accumulation and experience.

During the long wait, there was only the sound of the surging water flowing eastward.

In this way, we waited from dawn to dusk.

After the fiery red charcoal powder faded from its scorching color and returned to the original pitch black, Li Yinzhou carefully poured the finely ground powder out of the iron pot.

He picked up another small bowl, filled half of it with water, and sprinkled charcoal powder into it.

Small air bubbles as fine as fluff drilled out from the bottom of the water without a sound, and the suspended charcoal powder was also saturated with water, like a fish fry that had just broken its eggs, spit out bubbles and float to the surface of the water.

Li Yinzhou wiped his cheeks covered with carbon marks, and carefully observed the subtle changes with his eyes. Although it didn't look much different from before the activation, he knew very well that these tiny powders had been endowed with new vitality. .

The fine pores inside give them the activity of adsorption, which is the strongest antidote that can be achieved in this era.

Looking at the charcoal powder that had only been effective for a month after dystocia, he let out a long breath, twisted a pinch of fine charcoal powder with his fingers, and the ink color quickly stained his fingertips, but not only did he not think it was dirty, but felt that it was dirty. very kind.

Although there is still a difference in purity from the medical activated charcoal used in emergency rooms, it is finally like that

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Of course, this is only the initial product, and further modification of the process still requires a lot of repetition.

The most important thing now is to test the functionality of these initial products. Without modern instruments and equipment, the purity can only be estimated by the most intuitive results, such as the touch of fingertips, or the time it takes to purify a glass of water.

But it needs to be used as medicine... Li Yinzhou unconsciously rubbed the remaining powder between his fingers. There is an essential difference between animal experiments and human medicine effects. This kind of result is not yet clear, and it is almost an open-box gamble. Some patients will be willing. try it?

No matter how advanced the technology is, it needs new and cutting-edge thinking to accept it, otherwise, why would Hua Tuo not end well?

The boundless night suddenly passed the crisp sound of wind chimes.

Li Yinzhou faced the smoky and fiery twilight, the tip of Yinghong's ear suddenly twitched, and his mind immersed in thinking suddenly noticed something strange.

This is not a street scene in the city where children are playing, there are not even fishermen, so how can there be the sound of wind chimes?

With the wind blowing in the evening, the light sound of the bell lingered like a ghost. He listened for a while before he was sure that it was coming from the riverside.

After thinking for a while, he still carefully covered up the traces of the fire just now, carefully wrapped the activated charcoal that had been concocted with great difficulty, and hid it under his belt, then put the iron pot on his shoulders, and walked towards the river with his feet.

Li Yinzhou held a huge iron pot, poked out one eye from the side, and observed the shining river from a distance.

Although this posture is slightly funny, it is better than safety.

On the bank of the river, in the distance, a half-faced figure can be seen floating on the river bed, his swaying body being pulled by the impactful running water like a rag, but the man clenched his fists tightly and clung to the reeds by the river, barely Hang yourself where you can breathe.

When he got a little closer, he realized that this person was completely unconscious. A huge scar across his face was horrifyingly purple, his lips and teeth were almost black, and blood seeped from the torn clothes, rendering the water a bloody color.

In the almost dead body, only a pair of rough hands were extremely forceful. Under the gesture of making a fist, the protruding bones almost pierced the skin, and only the tenacious instinct supported the body from being submerged.

With such a strong desire to survive, it can be seen that he is definitely not someone who throws himself into the river.

With scars all over his body and traces of poisoning all over his face, who is this person?And what identity?

"Hey." Li Yinzhou carefully picked up a small stone, and threw it at his face a few meters away.

The other party pulled his face ferociously, his eyelids

It trembled, as if trying to open it, the lips trembled for a moment, and an incomprehensible low howl came out of the throat, like the roar of a dying beast.

At his waist, a pair of silver bells were stirred by the water waves to make a clear and crisp sound.

Seeing that he had no strength to resist, Li Yinzhou dropped the iron pot for protection in his hand, moved a little closer, and observed his condition carefully.

The brocade clothes were stabbed into a sieve by the sword, and the crown of hair was washed away by the running water long ago. Some rough hair wrapped around his neck like weeds. Except for his black cheeks, his whole body was pale with blood loss.

It's hard to imagine him as a living person.

From his attire, it was not difficult to see that this person came from an extraordinary family, at least from a family of gold and jade, but he was poisoned and maimed by swords to this extent, which showed that his enemies hated him to the bone.

Poor people must have something to hate. A child from a rich family has had a grudge with others so far. Maybe it is a hero who is being retaliated by someone, or it may be some scum and scum who is being punished.The only thing that is certain is that he is still alive.

And want to live on.

Li Yinzhou moved his index finger slightly, and subconsciously touched the charcoal powder on his waist, his expression was a little frozen.

To save, or not to save?This is a question worth thinking about.

This is a dangerous age, not just anyone can pick it up at home.In modern society, there may be laws and morals as the last protective cover to save non-human beings, but in this era of talking with cold weapons, well-intentioned acts of kindness may cost lives.

But even for Li Yinzhou himself, this is a challenge full of temptations and an opportunity from heaven.

He pondered for a moment, then knelt down and approached the man's ear.

"Big man, I know you don't want to die, how about we make a deal?"

The only answer to him was a slight twitch of the other party's eyelids.

But Li Yinzhou knew very well that he must be able to hear his words, even if his ears couldn't hear him, his clenched fists, his furrowed brows, and his survival instinct that couldn't be dragged away by the tide could still be heard.

So he continued to "negotiate" with confidence: "I may not be able to save you, but I will do my best. If you are well, don't thank me. I will be useful for saving you; if you die, don't hate me, no I killed you."

As he spoke, he fumbled out the charcoal powder wrapped in his waist and placed it a little far away.

The other party's distorted expression, which had been pulled by the crisis of injury, poison and death, suddenly twitched, as if breaking through all kinds of difficulties and obstacles, a mournful cry was squeezed out from the gap between the blood-soaked teeth.

Li Yinzhouning

Looking at his stubbornly struggling face, she said softly, "I'll take it as your consent."

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Zhang Ji's pharmacy seemed to be a lot deserted recently, and it was already noon, and the little drug boy who was always busy was still missing.

In this regard, the neighbors have to add some gossip.

"The little wild dog that was picked up is not home after all."

"Isn't that right, the young master often comes to give him books, but he is a bastard after all, not as good as the upbringing of the prefect's mansion."

"What I'm talking about is that the prefect's good intentions were in vain."

……

Zhang Ji sat idly on the steps, he didn't have time to pay attention to the dinner conversation, rumors were like dust, the more he paid attention to them, the more they would fly.He has been well versed in the world for decades, and has spent half his life in discussions, so of course he knows that these prejudices have no place to listen.

However, his little apprentice is indeed out of home.

Counting from that day when he returned late, he had gone out early and returned late for [-] days in a row, like a cat who couldn't keep a cat, and could only catch his hastily flashing traces under the coincidence of waking up early or going to bed late.

Even the young master Lu of the prefect's mansion came to send books, but he had to accept them for him. After a while, those flipped bamboo slips were piled up on the counter to return them to the vast bookcases in the prefect's mansion.

Zhang Jixio gritted his teeth, and rarely focused his attention on things other than treating patients and treating people. An apprentice who was nourished by good rice and water seemed to be nourished by air.

So Lu Xun, who came to deliver books as usual, saw him wandering in the sky.

He looked around the empty shop calmly, probably guessing what Zhang Ji was thinking, but he didn't know that the little drug boy who was hiding the secret even hid it from his teacher, so he couldn't help asking: "What's your worry, sir?"

Zhang Ji looked at him with some doubts: "The young master has always been on good terms with my incompetent apprentice. Do you still want to ask me what happened to this old man?"

Lu Xun's eyes moved slightly, and he turned his head slightly. The young servant behind him carried the book knowingly, and walked to the backyard familiarly.

When there was no one else around, he frowned slightly: "I don't even know my husband, let alone my son."

The two looked at each other with doubts hidden deep in their eyes.

The orange setting sun shines into the house, and the warm Lujiang City looks extraordinarily quiet in the afternoon sleep.In the tranquility without wind or rain, a burst of cat-like light footsteps gently probed into the backyard.

The young servant who was pushed away looked at the familiar face entering over the wall, couldn't help showing a friendly smile, and shouted outside:

"Young master, sir, Ah Yin is back!"