Practicing Medicine in Three Kingdoms

Jiang Gan lowered his head subconsciously, covering his expression of shock and fear.

He guessed that Li Yinzhou had no grievances or enmities with him, he must have come to Yecheng to find out that something was wrong, so he did the trick. Counting the days of the return journey, this person should have washed his feet on the bow of the Yangtze River long ago.So I cleaned up my embarrassing mood and found an excuse to perfuse my boss.

Who ever thought that Li Yinzhou would dare to appear in front of Cao Gong openly, and even set up with Cao Zhi, the third most favored young master?

Turning around in one thought, just as he was about to tell the truth, he caught a glimpse of Li Yinzhou's faint expression from the corner of his vision. His eyes, which seemed to be smiling but not smiling, were meeting his own sight!

The inertia of his sophistication made him stop his mouthpiece vigilantly.

A thin layer of cold sweat suddenly appeared on the palms of his hands, and Jiang Gan suddenly came to his senses. Since Li Yinzhou relied on Cao Zhi as a high-ranking branch, he must hide his name and identity, otherwise how dare he show up in a big way?

If he confessed that Li Yinzhou administered anesthesia, stripped his clothes and lied to Cao Zhi, exposed his uselessness, insulted the face of the three young masters, and offended Yang Xiu and others, then he would be in big trouble!

Why did Jiang Gan play for Cao Ying?For fame, for profit, for the situation, in short, not because of loyalty.If the truth is revealed today, Cao Cao may not appreciate him, but Cao Zhi will definitely write down an account. How will he gain a foothold in Cao Ying in the future?

I am a small person, why should I be the weight of the game between Cao's father and son?

"how?"

There was a faint sound in front of him.

Jiang Gan made up his mind not to speak out, so he simply suffered from the dumbness and pretended to be a harmless fool: "He used witchcraft to confuse the minister, and the minister was in a dream for more than three days. The minister is useless, ashamed The prime minister trusts."

After saying these ambiguous words, he stopped talking.

There was a crisp sound when the bamboo piece was touched, it was probably reading some documents inside.

Hearing this, he only said, "Go down."

Cao Cao didn't embarrass him, maybe he didn't have much time to worry about such trivial matters.

Jiang Qianru was pardoned, he didn't dare to disturb, bowed his waist and walked out the door without a sound.When passing by Li Yinzhou, the other party turned his head slightly, nodded and smiled at him, his eyes were friendly like a familiar old friend.

This ancestor is sure to implicate him!

Jiang Gan wanted to vomit blood.

If Li Yinzhou's identity is exposed, he is determined to pull Jiang Gan, an insider, as a backstop. This hidden danger has been buried, and it will be impossible to explain why it is reasonable in the future.

Under Yang Xiu's already slightly suspicious eyes, Jiang Gan pulled the corners of his lips, pretended not to notice, and slipped away with a drop of sweat after walking a step.

Anyway, it's unlucky, Cao Ying is really not a good place to work.

……

Waiting for people to walk away, Cao Zhi frowned and said: "The villain is a relative."

But Yang Xiu said: "A villain who shows strangeness is not as terrible as a hypocrite."

Li Yinzhou nodded approvingly.

The wind stirred for a while.

A corner of the bamboo curtain was raised, rustling the ground, showing the quietness and spaciousness of the room even more.

When the afternoon light slanted, Cao Cao took the time to make people roll up the curtains and talk to his son.

Only then did Li Yinzhou meet the famous white-faced traitor Cao Mengde.

Far from the pretentious appearance in film and television dramas, Cao Cao, who is in his fifties, is already showing his old age. His shrewd and capable appearance has been smoothed by the ups and downs of life, making him look kind and kind. The only pair of gray-black eyes that are accustomed to wind and rain still show a scheming sophistication, which makes people dare not underestimate them at a glance.

He wore a crane cloak and walked on a pair of silk shoes, and sat quietly in front of the desk. Only the blue blood vessels on his forehead twitched occasionally, which proved that he was indeed enduring inhuman pain and torture.

Fifty knows the destiny, and after half a lifetime of ups and downs, this bit of physical pain is no longer enough to make him frown.

But it did affect his spirit.

Cao Zhi succinctly recommended Li Yinzhou to Cao Cao, praising him for his superb medical skills and extraordinary courage. He didn't mention anything about his previous attack, and only used others to refer to it.

Cao Cao closed his eyes slightly, his gray-black eyelashes tinged with a vicissitudes of yellow.

Regardless of his status, he chatted like a commonplace: "Since he is a teacher of Zhang Ji, he must not be as capable as Zhang Ji, why not give up."

Cao Zhi was not convinced: "The prime minister has heard that green is blue, and cold is cold. If you don't try, how will you know a person's ability?"

Hearing this, Cao Cao paused slightly with his fingers hanging on his knees.

He slowly brushed away a trace of dust on the skirt of his clothes, stopped Yang Xiu, who was about to speak with a glance, and waved his hands without hesitation.

"You're right, the ruler is short and the inch is strong. In the past, General Meng Tian Mengyi of the Qin Dynasty made great achievements in battle, but his father's generation of generals helped the generals to fight against Chu. No one knew about it. Zhou Yafu was famous in my dynasty, but who knew that his father, Marquis Wu, was actually Who? It can be seen that the achievements of the elders should not be used to judge the younger generations, and there will be endless troubles."

As soon as this remark came out, even Cao Zhi, who was young and inexperienced, knew that he had said something wrong, and his face turned pale. He was about to argue, but he heard "Zhou Yin" beside him said in a very casual and flat tone: "What the prime minister said, the predecessors planted trees. Later generations enjoy the cool, that's all."

Cao Cao was surprised that this person dared to answer.

These sixteen characters are short, vulgar, but vulgar just right.

He picked up the tea and took a sip slowly, the vague majesty dissipated with the mist just now, showing a gentle smile: "That's right, let's take a look for Gu."

Cao Zhi's heart was pounding, but Li Yinzhou was extremely calm.

What kind of character is Cao Cao?If he really wanted to teach his son a lesson, he would definitely not use such transparent words to intimidate him. The more straightforward he was, the more he could see his good intentions in teaching his children to be cautious in words and deeds.

I borrowed this proverb to express Cao Zhi's humility and sensibility, and the meaning of thinking about the source when drinking water, which can also be regarded as a step down for the father and son, so as to avoid further entanglement and change easily.

He staggered Yang Xiu's complicated gaze, and caught Cao Cao's outstretched wrist.

Under the fingertips, there is a pulse like a soybean beating, and the ruler is like a star rising alone.

A warm wind passed over his cheeks, blowing off a drop of inconspicuous sweat.

——This turned out to be the pulse of a tumor!

Li Yinzhou tried his best to hide the astonishment in his eyes. No wonder Zhang Ji insisted that Cao Cao had no cure, unless there was a chance of survival by breaking the bone and opening the skull. Cao Cao was not suffering from a common headache, but a brain tumor.

Looking up, I saw Cao Cao's calm and calm eyes in the ancient well. Who would have thought that such a deadly door was hidden under his calm expression?

Hua Tuo's bloodletting therapy was thrown into the prison and the city was full of turmoil, but Zhang Ji must have judged the truth of his illness, so his whereabouts were completely hidden.What Cao Cao was afraid of was neither the needle stone nor the craniotomy.

The only fear is that the news of his terminal illness will shake the morale of the army.

……

The two looked at each other through the bright sunlight, one was extremely calm, the other was extremely restrained, they knew each other well, and no one spoke for a moment.

Outside the window, the bird flapped its wings, wiped off two leaves, and landed in the mud with a soft sound.

Li Yinzhou withdrew his hand quickly, and spoke quickly like a fire: "Prime Minister is in good health, there is no serious problem at all. It's just because of fatigue and wind evil entering the body, so he occasionally has a headache. Or vomiting, blurred vision, it's the same The cause of the disease. I can prescribe a prescription for a temporary recovery, and maybe there will be a turn for the better.”

Cao Cao pulled back and smoothed his cuffs, nodded and said with a smile: "The illness you said is true, but you seem to have seen it before Gu said it. It can be seen that he is indeed better than Zhang Zhongjing, so stay with Gu and serve him."

Hearing that he appreciated Zhou Yin, Cao Zhi couldn't help showing joy, but Yang Xiu had deeper suspicions—is there any serious problem?It's not a serious disease, I'm afraid it's not the most terrible disease!

Li Yinzhou nodded in agreement, and quietly wiped away the thin sweat from his palms in the blind spot of his sight.

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It's night, Yecheng, the prison.

The twilight shrouds the darkness, and the night becomes dense.And for the prisoners in the big prison, it is just that the light of the sky has changed from darkness to deeper darkness, and there is not much difference between day and night.

A lamp, swaying and flickering, was about to be extinguished, and it was pitifully lit with a bean big spot of light. After three feet away, there was only a needle-like spot of light left, just like the hope inside, with only this A little bit of light hangs on people's desire to live.

In a pool of stagnant water, two withered, old figures were separated by a thick wall, leaning their heads in front of the fence, and they could only see the tip of each other's chin.

One of them said: "False, false, disease is born from evil, or external evil enters the body, or internal evil is excessive, misplaced, and transferred, it will become a focus. All diseases have their causes, and they can be cured by removing the cause."

The other voice was hoarse, but it did not give an inch: "It's useless, it's just the right medicine. You only know what's inside but don't know what's on the outside, and it's just talking on paper!"

"Stubborn, no wonder even the disease is wrongly diagnosed!"

"It's ridiculous, isn't your old man Zhang also here to accompany the old man?"

……

The jailer dug his earwax boredly, let go of his fingertips, and counted how many calluses these words had worn out in front of the light.Who would have thought that Hua Tuo, the famous medical doctor, and Zhang Ji, the Gaoshi who moved Jianghuai with his harmonious voice, were actually two bad old men who bickered every day?

If the quarrel continues, it will be said that Pangu opened the sky, and Nuwa created man.

At the beginning, he still heard it as a good talk, but when it came to these diseases and evils, it was like a heavenly book.Simply complain to the candle to the earwax, chatting to comfort the loneliness in my heart.

Xu Shi heard his heart, and the sound of rustling footsteps came along the gloomy and damp passage.

He raised his eyes lazily, but saw a bright lamp dimly shaking at the end of the road. With a flick of the wide sleeve covering it, the bright light pierced through the black mist and reflected the road ahead.

Zhang Ji and Hua Tuo, who were bickering, also noticed this beam of light that came quietly.

Hua Tuo said, "Who?"

Zhang Ji said: "I don't know."

While following the jailer leading the way, the visitor lifted the bamboo hat on his head, revealing a pair of meaningful eyebrows and a pair of clear and deep pupils.

Looking down, you can see a straight nose, slightly pursed lips, and a clear outline of the cold jaw in the bright light.

The more Zhang Ji looked at it, the more familiar it became, but he was vaguely uncertain.

The person who came was stepping on the dirty floor, holding a lamp, and walked up to him step by step.

Crouching down, eyes flickering: "...Master."

The author has something to say: This story tells us that being a doctor requires not only good skills, but also psychology (bushi).