Today, the entire Tang Dynasty has been in chaos, whether it is Henan Road, Huainan Road, Shannan Road, or Hedong Road, Guannei Road, Henan Prefecture, and Jingzhao Prefecture on both sides of the Yellow River.

The same is true for the Imperial Capital City. In just a few days, the people of Chang'an, who had already seen the situation clearly, were unwilling to continue to stay in the Imperial Capital City for a long time. They took their wives, children, and their elders to sell their belongings and leave the Imperial Capital.

Following the trend of scholars entering the south of the Yangtze River, they entered the two paths of Jiangnan.

But most people are still unwilling to leave Chang'an City because the emperor is their hometown and the place where they rely on for survival. They accompanied the imperial capital city through these most prosperous decades, and together with the imperial capital city, they reached the peak of the prosperous era.

Now, let them leave?

They will not leave, they will continue to stay in the imperial capital. As usual, as long as the imperial capital is not destroyed, they will still be their hometown, and their family will be there.

Chunshicaotang, located in Dongshi City, is a very ordinary medicine shop. Even during these days, with the turmoil of the Tang Dynasty, the shop's shop had run away. There were only four or five people left who were still running in Chunshicaotang.

No one knows who the owner of Chunshicaotang is, but occasionally someone will see an old man with white hair entering and leaving Chunshicaotang. Even the shopkeepers rarely see their boss.

Even these guys didn't even know the boss's name. However, at the beginning of each month, someone would send the monthly money from last month. The remaining guys were either from Chang'an, the imperial capital, or there was no place to go. Anyway, they would ask for food, drink, defecation, and at least they would have no worries about food and clothing in the Shicaotang in Chun.

But these days, there are some exceptions. The owner of Chunshicaotang is the white-haired old man. He has never left since he returned to the shop a few days ago.

Following the boss back, there was also a middle-aged Confucian scholar and a young man in the martial arts world who was held in one hand by a Confucian scholar.

Apart from eating and drinking every day, the boss of Chunshicaotang has never left the house, nor has middle-aged Confucian scholars.

Few people know the name of the white-haired Chunshicaotang owner, but there are always people know it. For example, now staying in the house and looking at the traffic outside the window, the ease of being busy.

"Old Master Sun, how many days will my junior brother wake up?" Zizai felt a little upset. He really didn't like this kind of life in the imperial capital. He hadn't liked it many years ago. Otherwise, he wouldn't have chosen to retire to the mountains and forests and ignore the world.

The old man is a famous master in the medical arts of the Tang Dynasty, the genius doctor Sun Shichang. He sat in the room, holding a bowl of warm tea in his hand, and on the bed in front of him, his face gradually became rosy and bloody Guo Xiaojiu.

"In three days, I promise to wake up." Sun Shichang turned around and said, looking at Jizai's back.

Freely frowned slightly, he turned his head and stared at the direction of the bed and looked carefully: "It will take three more days? My junior brother is really nothing serious?"

"Boy free, do you not trust me? I remember that back then, I was the one who brought your master back from the gate of hell?

What's more, your junior brother is a small fight." Sun Shichang stared at his free eyes and said seriously.

Zizai shook his head and was unwilling to quarrel with this old man again. When this old man talked about his past, he was afraid that there were only a few days or nights to finish it.

As expected, the old man began to tell his own slow story. Mr. Sun Shichang was a very energetic old man. According to his own words, he should be at least 90 years old now. The empress reigned for more than 30 years, which was his peak. When it comes to the miracle doctor in the world, it must be Sun Shichang.

Jizai was a little irritated and restless when he heard it. He curled his lips, stepped out and flashed, and his figure was no longer in the room.

"Tsk." Sun Shichang shook his head, continued to hold the tea bowl, turned around and looked at the bed. He put down the tea bowl, reached out and put his hand on Guo Xiaojiu's forehead, and his smile gradually spread out.

This kid's life is indeed hard enough. If it were placed on others, I would probably not last for so long. Sun Shichang found the residual medicinal effect of Tianshan Snow Lotus in Guo Xiaojiu's body, which allowed him to pull Guo Xiaojiu back from the gate of hell so easily. He guessed that this young man should have experienced the same life-and-death choice in the past one or two years.

But after all, he took some loopholes to explain to Zizai. He used this medicine to treat Guo Xiaojiu like this, but he was afraid that the effect of Tianshan Snow Lotus in the future will no longer be as magical as before.

Guo Xiaojiu is indeed fine. According to his best guess, he should gradually recover within three days and then wake up smoothly.

Mr. Sun Shichang was very happy because when he saw Guo Xiaojiu, Guo Xiaojiu even stopped breathing. Since he was able to rescue Guo Xiaojiu, it proved that although he was old over the years, his medical skills did not become older.

"Sun Shichang is still the number one miracle doctor in the Tang Dynasty." Sun Shichang thought that after seeing those old acquaintances, he would definitely raise his head and tell them about his great achievements in recent years.

It was almost noon, and I returned to the house and brought food back. He did not go to chat with Sun Shichang. He could not stand the old man's nagging.

Even if there is no scholar in the world who cannot nag. It’s just that Sun Shichang’s nagging is that no matter what you say, he can talk about how many days and nights of nagging.

Sun Shichang had no descendants, which was his biggest regret in his life, because his wife died early and he never liked other women for the rest of his life.

But he, Sun Shichang, has a descendant. In the medical arts world of the Tang Dynasty, as long as he has read his "Qianjin Fang", he can be regarded as his descendant.

"I wish everyone in the Tang Dynasty was my Sun Shichang!" This is what Sun Shichang often said to the old gentlemen in the medical field.

Nowadays, no matter how big or small the clinics are, there is no book "Qianjin Fang" in the entire Tang Dynasty. It is not considered a serious clinic and will not be recognized by the officials of the Tang Dynasty.

"I will leave the imperial capital tonight and come back in three days. I will leave my junior brother's affairs to Mr. Sun for the time being." After eating, I got up

He bowed slightly and said.

"Don't you want to watch your junior brother wake up with your own eyes?" Sun Shichang walked to the wooden table and asked.

"No, I still have a lot of important things to do." Zizai finished speaking and the person had already left.

Above the cloudless clear sky, a middle-aged Confucian scholar left behind, leaving behind a cloud of light.

"Do you dislike me for being a shady man?" Sun Shichang pinched a piece of pastry and bite her lightly and said in confusion.

But no one will answer this question for him, and he does not need answers from others. This time he saved Guo Xiaojiu and he got the promise of Jizai. Even if he died, no one will collect the body, and Guo Xiaojiu and Jizai will help him collect the body.

That's all the ideal for the rest of his life.

Of course, he has been walking around the Tang Dynasty all these years, just to meet those familiar faces and nag them about the past.

Unfortunately, in recent years, he has seen fewer and fewer familiar faces, and many of them have already entered the loess.

It doesn't matter if he enters the loess, so he ran to the grave with his medicinal wine, sat on the grave and talked for days and nights. He went to himself, because he knew that no one would answer him, but someone must be listening to his nagging.

They are those old guys with familiar faces.

Every time he thinks of their names, it is difficult to remember their life appearance and deeds again. This is what Sun Shi often feels the most regrettable.

Sun Shichang was not afraid of death, but was afraid that one day, he would die silently like those old guys. After he died, even his old guys would forget what he looked like and what he had done.

His life was not willing to be ordinary, so he hoped that in a hundred years or even a thousand years after his death, someone would still remember his name.

I don't know when the sun sets.

The old man moved a recliner and lay in front of the window to start his story today.

There was no one else in the room except Guo Xiaojiu who was unconscious. He was telling the old guys underground. After all, they had never heard of anything in the past few years.

It was not until the dark night that Sun Shichang smiled, smashing his mouth, ending today's story.

"Old guys, I guess it won't take long to stay with you. I will definitely be better than you and better than all of you, because I, Sun Shichang, are the miracle doctor Sun Shichang, who is still obsessed with by people a hundred years after the Tang Dynasty! Before the Tang Dynasty, all the dynasties, only the miracle doctor Hua Tuo and the medical saint Zhang Changsha can compete with me!"

The old man slowly closed his eyes, but could not see the Tang Dynasty the next day. The Tang Dynasty declined in prosperity and sent away the 90s old old doctor.

The middle-aged Confucian scholar turned back in the morning of the next day. He saw the old man in the night, and his final stubbornness!

(End of this chapter)
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