Huang Chengyan's face became even more ugly. He stood up and just took a step out, but couldn't help but stop.

He raised his head and looked at the beams, with infinite regret in his eyes...

There are not many people in this world that Huang Chengyan can admire.

Speaking of which, Guan Lin is one who has "countless", "wonderful ideas" and "inventions" in his mind;

Son-in-law Zhuge Kongming is considered one;

As for Liu Bei, Cao Cao and his ilk... they can only be considered half of them at best.

In addition to this, there is another one, Zhang Zhongjing, who used his life's experience and experience to compose "Treatise on Febrile and Miscellaneous Diseases", but he himself fell into severe typhoid fever due to a large number of experimental medicines.

This is no longer a matter of sympathy. Zhang Zhongjing’s illness made Huang Chengyan mournfully regret it!

This is a loss for the entire Han Dynasty "Xinglin"!

call…

Thinking of this, Huang Chengyan murmured, leaving only seven words -

——"A doctor cannot heal himself!"

Hearing this, Zhang Fei scratched his head.

After a long mental process, he probably understood what Huang Chengyan meant.

So…

The situation is very clear now.

It’s time to bask in the sun after autumn - it will be cold in the morning and evening!

For Zhang Zhongjing, it’s the first cup of milk wine in autumn—it gets cold in the morning and evening!

——Sooner or later it will turn yellow!

This is embarrassing.

Liu Bei asked Zhang Fei to seek medical treatment, but now it's better, the miracle doctor himself is almost "ga".

It’s over!

This matter is not complete...is it over?

…

…

Changsha County, by the Laodao River.

In the courtyard of an inconspicuous farmhouse, a forty-year-old woman was playing the piano.

Although the traces of time have acted on this woman's face, adding many fine lines...

But these still cannot hide her beautiful body and the "charm" on her cheeks...

At this age, with You Zi’s charm, it’s hard to imagine how beautiful and beautiful she would have been when she was young...

"——Zhengzhengkengkeng..."

The sound of the piano is loud and rhythmic. As the tune is played, the sound of the piano becomes more intense and sonorous, seeming to contain the endless resentment, sorrow and indignation of the player.

It's like a person fighting against fate.

In the middle of the song, the tone became euphemistic and melodious again.

It seemed like...after the endless struggle, everything fell silent again.

The entire second half of the song is like a harp player who...feeling disheartened, chooses to drift with the tide, letting the huge waves of this era submerge her, turn her into a speck of dust, and drift with the world.

Suddenly, there was a "clang" sound...

The strings of the piano broke... It was like God had once again added a touch of injustice to "fate". Before the song ended, the sound of the piano suddenly stopped.

"Cough cough cough..."

At this moment, a violent coughing sound came from the back room.

It turned out that there was an old man in his sixties lying in the room. Although he was old, he seemed to be extremely kind. After all, he was lying on the hospital bed, especially the steady and dignified doctor...

It was he who wrote "Treatise on Febrile and Miscellaneous Diseases", which solved the problem of typhoid fever that once ravaged the Han Dynasty and caused ten rooms in his hometown to be empty... Zhang Zhongjing, the "medical sage" of the time.

"——Ahem!"

Accompanied by another bout of coughing, this one seemed much more serious. Zhang Zhongjing's mouth was covered with blood. This kind of blood coughed up from his throat was the most painful.

The woman quickly took a silk handkerchief to wipe it...

Zhang Zhongjing waved his hand, "He...are they back?"

Zhang Zhongjing studied medicine all his life, but he never married and had no children. The "they" he mentioned were his three disciples - Wang Shuhe, Du Du, and Wei Xun.

According to the records in "Book of the Later Han Dynasty", among the three disciples of Zhang Zhongjing.

Wang Shuhe is particularly good at pediatrics and is called the originator of pediatrics;

Du Du had a profound knowledge and was passed down by his master. He also became a famous doctor and was known as the "famous doctor".

Wei Xun is the author of "Four Niss and Three Parts of Jue Jing", "Women's Fetal Store Sutra" and "Children's Cranial Font Prescriptions", and is quite accomplished in the fields of gynecology and pediatrics.

Of course, they are still very young today and still accompany their master Zhang Zhongjing.

As for the woman who took care of Zhang Zhongjing, her surname was "Ren". She was a woman who Zhang Zhongjing rescued when he went to Nanyang to practice medicine twenty years ago. At that time, the woman was only in her prime, but she had just given birth and was disheartened. I almost want to die.

In order to save her, Zhang Zhongjing took her by his side, treating and enlightening her at the same time.

In the end, Zhang Zhongjing learned of her identity and adopted her as his adopted daughter.

In a blink of an eye…

Twenty years have passed.

Because he had no children, Zhang Zhongjing treated this woman as his own for twenty years, and this woman also regarded Zhang Zhongjing as her own loving father.

"Father, take a drink first...the three of them haven't come back yet."

The woman brought water and fed it to Zhang Zhongjing one mouthful at a time.

Zhang Zhongjing just took a sip, and then sighed, "Although they are all typhoid fever, Li San from Malan Mountain, Mrs. Xu from Guanshan, Du Shi from the city... all have different symptoms, and the disease has different degrees of severity, so the medicine It varies from severe to mild, three points require external treatment, and seven points rely on internal nourishment...I'm worried about them...they...cough cough cough...cough cough cough..."

He spat out another mouthful of blood.

Even on the sick bed, I cannot sit in the hall.

But... Zhang Zhongjing still has not forgotten his responsibility as a doctor. Every night, he will ask three disciples to describe the difficult diseases they encountered during diagnosis today, and then give detailed instructions and teach them how to diagnose and treat them.

Whenever his disciple made another diagnosis, Zhang Zhongjing would be worried...worried that his disciple was inexperienced, asked the wrong pulse, and used the wrong medicine.

This is not to say that Zhang Zhongjing cannot be trusted as a disciple.

You should know that "Treatise on Febrile and Miscellaneous Diseases" records twenty-two articles on "typhoid fever" using dialectical methods.

Among them, there are 397 treatment methods, 113 prescriptions, a total of more than 50,000 words, and the bamboo slips alone took up 30 volumes.

Unless Zhang Zhongjing goes to the doctor himself and prescribes medicine...

Otherwise, many diseases have similar pathologies, and it is very easy for negligence to lead to completely different treatments.

The woman held the silk handkerchief and asked Zhang Zhongjing to cough blood on the silk handkerchief.

She asked worriedly: "My foster father always saves people, but...but in the end, who will save my foster father?"

Zhang Zhongjing replied: "The doctor is kind-hearted. As a father, I only want to diligently seek ancient teachings and have the ambition to help people... For the rest, let him go, let him go..."

"But..." The woman was crying, her throat seemed to be choked with sobs,

It took a long time before she spoke, "Twenty years ago, my adoptive father rescued my daughter in Nanyang, but... But now, my daughter sees that her adoptive father is suffering from such typhoid fever, but... she can't do anything about it? Sometimes, my daughter really... really wants to use it.

The daughter's life is exchanged for the adoptive father's life...the adoptive father will be much more useful than the daughter if he remains in this world!"

By the end of the speech, I was bursting into tears and hoarse.

"Cough..." Zhang Zhongjing's coughing stopped suddenly. He stretched out his weak hand with great effort and kept caressing the adopted daughter in front of him.

After a long time, he murmured: "You...you have experienced more, you...you are even more miserable!"

Just then...

"--master."

The voices of three male disciples came from afar.

The woman quickly wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with her sleeves. She forced out a smile and immediately got up and went out to meet him.

The three of them were young disciples accepted by their adoptive father.

——Wang Shuhe, Du Du, Wei Xun!

"Your master is right, where are you?"

"Sister, don't worry, master..." The leading disciple was only in his early twenties, but he seemed to be very smart. Just from the woman's words, he could guess the master's worries.

With a smile on his face, he shouted loudly: "Everything is cured. The medicine has cured the disease. The villagers also gave us a chicken and a fish. We just stewed them tonight to give the master a good raw food supplement."
To be continued...