Practicing Medicine in Three Kingdoms

It rained all night.

The rapid raindrops, like busy footsteps, crackled and fell on the door of every household, and the wet water entered the room, making the whole house damp and boring.

The two masters and apprentices sat opposite each other by candlelight, each holding an ancient book to study. The dim light was flickered by the wind and rain, and the silhouettes of the people cast on the books were also swaying.

Zhang Ji seldom shares the candlelight of reading with others, and likes to have a clean and comfortable life alone.Sitting here now, holding bamboo slips in his hands, but looking at the little apprentice who is reading on the opposite side.

Li Yinzhou buried his head in the bibliography, thinking about another thing.

The master and the apprentice had their own thoughts, and they both had a decision in their hearts, but they couldn't guess what the other was thinking.

"master……"

"Ayin."

The two raised their heads tacitly at the same time, and saw their own faces in each other's eyes at the same time.

"Hey, don't read the book well, what kind of brains are you playing this time?" Zhang Ji was worried, and he didn't forget to say his apprentice to relieve his boredom.

Li Yinzhou heard his words, but he didn't know what the final decision of this deviant teacher was, and he also replied with a fake cough: "The wind and rain are too strong, the apprentice can't read quietly."

Zhang Ji stared at him, and smiled: "There is an ancient well in your heart, and the wind and rain do not enter your bosom. Your heart is not peaceful, and you will not be safe anywhere."

"Master, that's not true." Li Yinzhou pushed his bamboo slips in front of Zhang Ji, and spread the book with his fingers, "Look, there is a story in this "Lushi Chunqiu". It can be seen that there is no wave or wave in my heart, and I can't stop the disaster without reason."

Zhang Ji lowered his eyes and fixed his eyes on a line of elegant small characters.

"Exhaust the pond and ask for it, but nothing, fish..."

The last word "death" stopped suddenly, Zhang Ji didn't move his eyebrows, raised his eyes slightly, and his eyes were uncertain: "This story tells that someone pretended to put a bead in a pond. In order to dig out the bead, others took the water drained, and all the fish in the pond died in vain."

"So that's it, the student understands." Li Yinzhou seemed to have suddenly realized, shaking his head with emotion, "These fish are really stupid, if they stay in the river, even if someone else takes a fancy to the beads in the river, it is impossible to drain the river, rest assured If the land is attached to the pond, it must be encumbered by the pond.”

"It's not what the fish wanted to enter the shallow pond. There are four walls, so you can't escape even if you want to."

Li Yinzhou buried his head in fiddling with the bamboo slips: "All running water is connected in all directions.

Da, as long as you have the heart, there will always be a way to escape. "

Zhang Ji stared at his apprentice's delicate and sharp eyebrows like a knife, and seemed to be unscrewed by these pupils, and couldn't help but smile a little: "It seems that you, a little fish, don't want to live there either." In the shallow pond?"

Li Yinzhou didn't show any panic about being exposed, but instead smiled knowingly with him.

He stood up from the table, walked around the corner of the table, leaned close to Zhang Ji, and whispered in his ear, "Student has a way to keep Mr. from being caught in the waves."

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The next morning.

When the wind and rain stopped and the sun broke, the sleeping corner of Lujiang City was awakened by panic-stricken screams.

It was as if a child who got angry at getting up opened his eyes reluctantly and full of resentment in his tiredness, and the closed doors slammed open.

The newly awakened person poked out a yawning head in dissatisfaction, but his tearful eyes froze in front of the horrific scene in front of him.

The grey-haired old man rolled on the ground, and his clothes were scratched away by himself, revealing black-red plaques like poisonous blood on his thin back, with huge marks like the mouth of a bowl, lined up in two dense rows, almost occupying the entire area. the whole spine.

"Mr. Zhang! What's wrong with you?"

Amidst the panic, the bold neighbor, three feet away, stared dumbfounded at Zhang Ji lying on the ground moaning in pain.

Zhang Ji's face was distorted, and he was in extreme pain: "Oh, apprentice, apprentice! Where did the little bastard go!"

People on the side of the street stopped to watch, but no one dared to approach rashly.

Li Yinzhou also woke up from a sound sleep. Hearing the master calling for help, he hurriedly pulled on the straw sandals, hurriedly put on a thin layer of clothes, and dispersed the onlookers like a small whirlwind.

Seeing the miserable state of the master, he was stunned for a moment, and then fell to his knees in front of Zhang Fushen with a bang.

"Master! Master! What's going on with you?"

The hand he stretched out to investigate was suddenly retracted as if scalded, his face panicked: "How could this be..."

The neighbors on the side are mostly semi-blind locals who are talkative but less sensitive. Seeing this scene, they couldn't help asking: "Little drug boy, what's wrong with your master? Why are you covered in blood spots?" ?”

Li Yinzhou wiped his eyes with his sleeves, sucked in a mouthful of snot, choked up and said, "Last night, the wind and rain were different. Master insisted on observing the sky. I didn't know that it would turn out like this. I must have caused trouble."

The passer-by hesitated slightly: "The clouds were so thick yesterday, it seems that there are no stars..."

"The master said, the demon star appeared,

Mortals are invisible. " Li Yinzhou interrupted him righteously, his expression unquestionable, "It must be that he saw something that he shouldn't see, that's why he was dragged by the demon star. "

The neighbor was stunned, as if struck by a thunderbolt.

Isn't this old man the most taboo about ghosts, gods and astrology, and keeps saying that everything has a reason?

Before he could ask his doubts, Zhang Ji said with a strained voice: "This old man has taken on the disaster of the demon star, so you don't have to worry anymore, cough cough, cough cough..."

He clutched his heart and lungs and panted violently, his thin body trembled like a leaf falling in the wind, and the strange bloodstains on his back seemed to be a curse, which made people unconvincing.

The neighbor apologizes for a moment for his usual narrow-mindedness.

But he dared to stand far away, and said in a loud voice, "Sir, what should I do?"

Zhang Ji breathed heavily on his back, his chest rising and falling, as if he was about to leave in a moment.

Li Yinzhou couldn't help feeling sad, and regardless of the surprised eyes of others, he threw himself on Zhang Fuji, his weak arms tightly tied the master's waist, and moved him into the room little by little to save his last face.

Before closing the door, his weeping eyes appeared in the crack of the door, as if pleading, and remained silent.

The neighbors couldn't help wiping their tears with their sleeves, secretly thinking that they had wronged the wrong person in the past. It turns out that Mr. Zhang is so self-sacrificing, and this drug boy is also a good boy who knows how to repay his kindness.

The door closed with a snap, and the passers-by outside had tears in their eyes, silently giving time to the last journey of master and apprentice.

The people inside laughed wildly.

Zhang Ji patted the dust all over his body, thumped his almost broken waist, grinned and said angrily: "You are too heavy handed. You must be dissatisfied with your teacher on a regular basis and deliberately take the opportunity to take revenge."

Li Yinzhou bit his lip, wiped away his snot and tears, took out the neck-cut wine gourd on his back, and handed it to Zhang Ji: "Master, your gourd is very useful, it's a pity to use it to hold wine."

Zhang Ji was taken away from the topic, and looked at the half-cut wine gourd with a sad face, and then shook his head: "Zaoye, Zaoye, this gourd has been with me for half my life. I didn't expect it to be delivered to you like this in the end."

Li Yinzhou chuckled and said nothing.

This was also a helpless strategy. The Sun family wanted to go from Lujiang County to Jiangdu County, and the only Lujiang specialty he wanted to take away was Zhang Ji, a doctor with great magical powers and superb medical skills.

However, for example, Chi Yu, once the two masters and apprentices become the appendages of a certain force, it is inevitable that they will be affected by the fire of the city gate.Standing in line early when the situation is not yet clear

, is tantamount to tying one's life to the hands of the Sun family.

Zhang Ji's thinking is even simpler. His usual ideal is to travel thousands of miles of mountains and rivers and visit the wonders of the world. How can he be so easy as a dog?

Although the two masters and apprentices have different starting points, they happen to coincide with each other, and they don't want to be branded as the Sun family.

Thinking about this, Li Yinzhou faded away his smile, and the expression of the little boy in the rain yesterday that seemed to be crying, half smiling but not smiling appeared in his mind.

"You have a good relationship with Ah Yan, or Gu Shao. You definitely want to stay in Lujiang County. The prefect is so kind, maybe he will adopt you as a slave, and my father... following the Lu family is really better than following the Lu family." Our Sun family is much better."

The sound of rain is still in my ears.

……

Li Yinzhou turned his head, and the early sun was like washing, penetrating into the room, such a clear light, I don't know if it can dispel the haze buried deep in the young man's heart.

Zhang Ji didn't know what he was thinking, but wanted to ask him about other things.

"Burning an empty gourd to suck out the cold and toxins from the body is unheard of and unseen. But if you use it overnight, it really makes the old man feel comfortable all over the body, and the moisture completely dissipates. This method is also learned from southern Yunnan. here?"

Li Yinzhou laughed twice, today's wave of pretending to be a ghost is actually the popular cupping method in later generations.

Without glass or plastic utensils, we can only use the most primitive method, hollow out the gourd to make a cupping jar, and then use the flame to burn out the oxygen to create a negative pressure, the effect is not bad.

This era is far from having such miraculous treatments, so people are not as calm and used to it as modern people are when they see full of bruises.

Only Zhang Ji, who is broad-minded and enterprising, dares to try boldly and challenge this seemingly confusing behavior.

Undecided about throwing the blame on Yunnan, Li Yinzhou skillfully came up with a set of words: "The area around Yunnan and Yunnan is very foggy, so some people use this method to get rid of dampness, but I didn't expect it to be used to scare people."

Zhang Ji glanced at his innocent smile, and didn't intend to delve into it. He avoided the topic and left the topic lightly: "Mrs. Sun must have known about the noise. She may not believe that the old man wants to die. But the Sun family The Lord is dead, so she must not dare to make trouble on the border of Lujiang."

The two got the news from their mother and son respectively.

A few days ago, Sun Jian was defeated by Liu Biao and died in Jingzhou.

A generation of heroes hastily retreated from the stage, leaving a fragmented Sun family precarious in this troubled world. The Sun family is like a piece of clean meat that has been coveted by wolves everywhere.

With.

It depends on how the bully ends up.

It's no wonder that the Sun House is covering up in every possible way. Although Lu Kang has not shown his face as an enemy, he has not shown any friendly intentions. Even with Zhou Yu's support in Lujiang, he certainly dare not show his weakness easily.

The Sun family had to leave, and they were in a hurry.

Perhaps because of the lack of good doctors on the front line, Mrs. Sun didn't even have time to grieve, so she arranged the rear camp for the eldest son first, in order to make a comeback.

Such a woman is like oleander, although it is poisonous, one has to admire her tenacity.

After meditating for a moment, Li Yinzhou said: "Now the news that the master is dying must have spread, and the old lady can't steal someone in full view, but..."

Lu Kang would definitely be suspicious too.

Death escape can escape. Although they had played enough scenes in today's scene, they did not say that there is no cure. After Mrs. Sun leaves, Zhang Ji can be "resurrected" by just making any excuses.

But in the eyes of Mrs. Lu, he must come to investigate, whether this is a good show they and Mrs. Sun co-starred in, and they want to sneak away by pretending to be a corpse in a coffin.

While meditating, I heard a knock on the door.

Zhang Ji sighed: "It's really fast."

Immediately, he stretched his muscles and bones, lifted his robe, leaned on the ground, closed his eyelids, locked his lips and teeth, and acted like a dead body.

The meaning is very clear: Apprentice, you can act alone, you are tired of being a teacher.

The little apprentice who wrote and directed and had to sing a one-man show alone: ​​"..."

The knock on the door sounded like a drum beating, eagerly and tentatively: "Is sir still okay?"

It took less than half an hour for Zhang Ji's "onset" to attract crowds of onlookers to be dragged into the house by Li Yinzhou. The young master of the Lu family rushed here without stopping, and he must have been eyeing him long ago. When Zhang Ji went to Sun's Mansion yesterday, he had secretly observed it.

Li Yinzhou silently stepped over the body of Zhang, and pushed open the door with a face full of pain.

Lu Xun led an old servant and stood behind the door.

He often came and went with the medicine shop, but he had never taken this person with him. Li Yinzhou looked away calmly, and caught a glimpse of his black fingers, but the rest was extremely clean and tidy. He knew that it was soaked in medicine for many years and could not be washed away. The doctor from the Lu family pretended to be a servant to check whether Zhang Ji was pretending to be sick.

Seeing that the other party's nose was red and his eyes were moist, it seemed that he had cried in real sadness, but Lu Xun did not smile at the right time, but showed a solemn expression of mourning.

"Mr. Taishou Gongwen is seriously ill, and I heard that the astrology is different, so I asked

Come and ask if you master and apprentice need help. "

Li Yinzhou twisted his brows and eyes with an expression of greater grief than heartbreak, and repeated the lines he said to the neighbor.

Lu Xun held his breath and listened very carefully.

But the old servant behind him was heartbroken: "I don't want Mr. to be so virtuous."

As he spoke, as if he wanted to pay his respects to the remains, he leaned closer to Zhang Ji who was holding the corpse, gripped his shirt tightly with trembling hands in grief, and opened a corner as if unintentionally, revealing the dense bloodstains on his back.

His teeth shuddered, and he still showed his sadness according to the original plan: "Sir, the sky has no eyes, and the law of heaven is ruthless!"

Before the words were settled, Zhang Ji murmured, "Wine..."

"I can't save you, sir!" Li Yinzhou interrupted his dream with a sad tone, and his eyes fell on the old doctor's frightened eyes. He even wanted to laugh, but he still gritted his teeth and held back, "It's useless to be a student! Call for help, but I can only stand with my hands tied, students are ashamed!"

Lu Xun looked at him with a complicated expression.

Probably also knew that his acting skills were exaggerated, and he was too aggressive in front of Young Master Lu. Li Yinzhou quickly suppressed his crying, turned around and helped the old doctor up: "Please don't worry, my teacher has already told you about this illness, and I have to resign myself to fate, and I don't know what will happen." It will not be passed on to others, you still..."

Thinking of the horrific bloodstains in that glimpse just now, the old doctor trembled, subconsciously pushed back three steps, got behind Lu Xun, used his young master's body as a cover, and secretly rubbed his fingers on his sleeve vigorously.

"Young Master." He bent down and looked at Lu Xun's back, and said in a low voice, "I feel sorry for the prefect, but I overstepped it for a while. The prefect is sympathetic to Mr. Zhang for his daily good deeds. How much compensation do you think should be given?"

This is clear, just to ask how much money to send to help with the funeral.

Lu Xun frowned, turned his back to the old slave, and showed a faint smile of spring breeze blowing willows.

Li Yinzhou raised his fist and coughed twice, implying that the other party should restrain himself a little, knowing that he can't hide it from you, the young master, so he might as well behave himself and ask for favors.

Lu Xun remained silent, his gestures moved slightly.

The old servant knowingly took out a stack of gold ingots from his pocket, and entrusted it to the young apprentice who was crying until he was coughing. It's the prefect's kindness, it should be enough for you to eat and wear."

Li Yinzhou accepted the other party's kindness with kindness, and nodded with tears in his eyes: "Thank you, Mr. Taishou, the villain will definitely repay you with grass."

The play that should be performed has been performed, although it is not perfect

Seamless, it was finally perfunctory, the master and servant stopped disturbing, Li Yinzhou packed the gold and opened the door to see off the guests.

"That's right." After getting into the carriage, Lu Xun glanced back, "If it's not enough, just ask me."

There was nothing wrong with what he said, and the old doctor didn't take it to heart.

Li Yinzhou's eyebrows twitched, and he understood his meaning in a blink of an eye, without showing a trace of emotion: "Thank you, young master, for your forgiveness."

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When Zhang Ji woke up from his dream, it was already dusk.

A thin linen cloth was draped over his body.

Probably because he rolled too hard before, his old body suppressed his exhaustion, and he fell asleep chaotically amidst the apprentice's nagging and crying.

Also had a sweet dream.

Zhang Ji licked his dry lips, reminiscing about the strong taste in the dream, half satisfied, half shaking his head in regret, took a long breath, and called: "A Yin, where is he?"

The drowsy twilight is like a net that covers the sky and covers the earth, trapping the faintly floating dust in the air, trapping people in a kind of emptiness that is almost lonely.

Zhang Ji looked around in confusion, only to find a piece of bamboo with crooked writing lying on the ground.

"Sir, don't worry, seek medical advice, and return late."

Shit doesn't work.

Zhang Ji secretly spit at the student's literary talent, and slowly stood up while beating his waist, with the bamboo piece in his palm, hiding a secret that does not belong to adults.

"Childish." He snorted softly, put it in his arms, and staggered to the backyard.

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The city wall of Lujiang County stretches for tens of miles, and it is extremely solid. It is located in a traffic fortress. Although it is very prosperous, it has always been a battleground for military strategists.Therefore, it is repaired every few years, and the broken places are sorted out to ensure that the people in the city are safe and sound.

I don't know what year and month the next renovation will be. At that time, this dog hole, which is entrusted with the childhood memories of many important people, will be completely filled with mud and rocks, making it airtight from now on.

Facing the half-sized hole, Li Yinzhou brushed away the grass that covered it, and slipped through it familiarly.

It can be seen that if you do a shameful thing too much, you will get used to it.

The moonlight is like a mist, and the outside of the city seems to be a world of freedom on the other side.When the breeze came, it carried the reed flowers all over the sky and swept over the shoulders, flying like snow.

He patted the dirt on his body, stared into the distance, and saw the familiar figure standing under the moon.

The young boy's upright figure is caught in the flying catkins of the reeds, and he is also staring at somewhere.

Beside him, there were two slightly smaller figures squatting, looking up at the moon as bright as jade,

not moving at all.

Li Yinzhou walked over on the white fluff all over the floor, and sure enough, he saw Gu Shao and Sun Shangxiang, like two puppies, staring at the moon obsessively.

It was probably the first time to experience the death of a loved one. The news that came from thousands of miles seemed too unreal after a long journey and the erosion of time.Sun Shangxiang's bewilderment was greater than sadness. She stared at the bright moon, and it was hard to imagine that in another distant city, her father, who was always tall and stalwart, had been killed by a mortal knife, and she would never see the same round of moonlight.

Gu Shao quietly stood by her side and closed his mouth very rarely, probably knowing that it was not the time to speak.

The noisy children on weekdays fell silent abnormally, experiencing the first farewell bestowed by the troubled times in the deserted night.

Li Yinzhou moved his eyes away, and followed Lu Xun's line of sight to look at the past.

In the snow of the reeds, a young boy in white clothes is holding his hands against the wind, and his snow-white hairband is flying in the air, as if standing in another world.

It's like standing in the loneliness of the world.

The author has something to say: This chapter is also called: "The little thing about my son being a showman"

Another: cupping, the earliest clear description in China is the "Jin Kui Yao Lun Zhu" in the Qing Dynasty, theoretically it is impossible to appear in the Three Kingdoms.

The "horn method" recorded in the pre-Qin period has nothing to do with cupping in terms of content, but describes cutting hemorrhoids. The two are very different.

So don’t rely on this. There is no exact record of the time when cupping appeared in China. It can only be inferred from the relevant classics of traditional Chinese medicine that it is relatively late. For specific science, you can search the knowledge network by yourself.