May, 18th.

Recently, refugees have been coming one after another, but Guan Yu still hasn't come back. These refugees actually heard the news that the rangers who were running around the county spread the news that those recruited by Zhuozhou for surrender could survive, and then they surrendered.

Li Mengxi and the rebel army were already familiar with the work of recruiting refugees.

Under a big banner with the character Liu on a red background and black scribes, this is where the battle takes place.

The refugees who came to vote left their weapons down here and went to get their porridge.

There was a pile of long and short weapons. Because there were not enough manpower, Zhang Fei came over to help. Zhang Fei gathered some long weapons, such as guns, guns, etc., into a pile, and then tied the hemp ropes end to end in two.

The weapons were tied into a bundle.

There were thirty or forty pole weapons in a bundle, and a big man usually had to be carried by two people. Zhang Fei carried it with his hand, put it on his shoulder, held it with his hand, and left after carrying it.

On the avenue, the idle children in Zhuozhou City were laughing and running after Zhang Fei, "Uncle, give me a gun to play with!"

"Give me one to play with!"

The children surrounded Zhang Fei and pestered him for weapons to play with.

Just as children of later generations like to use sticks to sharpen knives, guns, etc. since they were young, children of any era like weapons.

Zhang Fei was so annoyed by the little baby that the road was blocked, "Get out, get out!" Zhang Fei waved his sleeves impatiently to drive away these little brats.

The children were not afraid of Zhang Fei, they still surrounded him and shamelessly asked for weapons to play with, but Zhang Fei had nothing to do with them.

The porridge sheds were still the same, because Li Mengxi found that twenty or thirty porridge sheds were enough, but if there were more, more manpower would be needed.

At the foot of Zhuozhou City, seventy steps away from the city gate, behind the porridge shed, after the Yellow Turban refugees who came to vote received and drank their porridge, they walked forward and saw many short men lined up.

A straw mat is spread behind each low table, and a doctor sits behind each low table.

There was a row of more than a dozen short men, a dozen doctors, and more than a dozen rows of patients waiting to see the doctor. It was a spectacular sight.

Military doctor Tian Bu and Lao Suntou, the leading famous doctor in Zhuozhou City, sat next to each other in the middle position.

Tian Buzheng saw a patient who was very angry. This patient was young, his face was pale and his eyes were dark. He couldn't sit still. He had to be supported by another woman wearing a yellow scarf on the side to sit down.

stable.

Beside the short table, the medicine jar was on fire, and the lid of the medicine jar was lifted up by the heat, making it bubble.

Military doctor Tian Bu wore an iron shield on his head. He frowned, put his hand on the patient's wrist, and concentrated on taking the patient's pulse. He was very devoted and motionless, as if he was not affected by external objects.

The patient coughed violently from time to time, and his body shook violently every time he coughed.

It took a long time to take the pulse this time. Finally, Tian Bu withdrew his hand, put it aside and wet it in water with less alcohol than it contained, and twisted it twice. This was a disinfection method taught by military doctors.

Then, with a serious look on his face, Bu looked at the man on his left, Old Sun, who had just finished the treatment and the next patient had not yet arrived, "Mr. Sun, can we talk privately?"

Bu encountered a difficult illness. One person was trying to figure out the advantages, and two people were trying to figure out the shortcomings. Bu couldn't make up his mind, so he discussed it with Old Man Sun.

"Wait a moment, you two. I'll be back as soon as I leave." The military doctor smiled and comforted his two patients, reassuring them.

Then, Bu and Old Man Sun arrived in the distance and muttered for a long time.

"Tuberculosis? It's difficult!" When Lao Suntou heard that it was tuberculosis, he immediately felt that it was extremely difficult.

People's lives were at stake, so Lao Suntou saw that Liu Bei's rebel army did not hesitate to take medicinal materials, sack after sack. It was such a huge scene of saving lives and healing the wounded. It was touching to watch.

Old Suntou felt Liu Bei's benevolence and righteousness because he saw the military doctor Bu working all day long to treat illnesses and save people.

, specially led the students out to help.

No, there were more than a dozen medical stalls, Liu Beijun only had one stall, and the rest were all outpatient windows staffed by Lao Suntou and Lao Suntou's students.

"Does Mr. Sun know how to cure tuberculosis?" Bu asked humbly.

Old Man Sun stroked his snow-white beard, and a look of thought flashed in his eyes, "Old man, I have ginkgo prunella vulgaris soup. Take half a tael of ginkgo kernels, and one or two halves of white-haired prunella vulgaris. Crush the ginkgo kernels and decoct the prunella vulgaris at the same time.

Take one dose a day, twice in the morning and evening.

This recipe was also passed down from my ancestors, but it’s not very effective.”

Lao Suntou put the prescription together and told him.

When Tian Bu heard the prescription, he nodded, "Just two flavors of ginkgo and prunella vulgaris?" Tian Bu asked.

"Just these two flavors."

Tian Bu hesitated for a moment and then said, "The student has another method, but the student has never used this method before, so I dare to ask the old gentleman for advice.

This is Shenling Atractylodes Powder, the medicinal ingredients include Radix Pseudostellariae, Poria cocos, Atractylodes Macrocephala, Chinese yam, Platycodon, Lily, Astragalus, lotus seeds, Angelica..."

When Tian Bu told him the prescription that he was unsure of, Old Man Sun's eyes widened as he listened.

This prescription is better than the one passed down by my ancestors.

Old Man Sun thought.

After listening to the prescription, Old Man Sun pondered for a long time. With almost half a lifetime of medical experience, he silently dialectically argued the pharmacology, "I think this prescription has a method to use, and it is much better than my prescription.

Military doctors might as well try this recipe first. If it doesn't work, it's not too late to try my method."

Bu nodded and hurried back.

Then, Bu returned to the low table, sat down behind the low table, glanced at the two yellow turban refugees who had been waiting for a long time, and said, "Keep you two waiting!" Bu said politely.

Then, Bu called to the side, "Come on, get some medicine!"

Next to him, an assistant who was recently recruited from the refugees and was proficient in pharmacology and herbal medicine was busy getting medicine from a large cabinet nearby.

"Poria cocos is one tael or four cents, Atractylodes macrocephala is two taels one cent, yam is one cent..."

Bu slowly talked about the dosage of the medicine. After the assistant had finished taking the medicine and weighed it, he told the next medicine.

After a while, the assistant weighed the medicines individually, put them on the weighing tray, and then brought them over.

Bu took the medicine and looked at the two people in front of him, "I have time to boil and drink this medicine. The medicine jar is occupied by me and I can't free it. How do you get the medicine?"

The consumptive yellow turban quickly lifted up the hem of his clothes to pick it up.

Bu just glanced at it and saw that the yellow turban soldier's clothes and tattered cloth were all scattered, and he couldn't hold the medicine.

Bu turned his head and said to his deputy, "Bring some bamboo tubes."

"No...no more!" the deputy said. He had cut a bunch of new bamboo tubes this morning and had already used them up.

Bu had no choice but to ask for a few from elsewhere, "Mr. Sun, lend me some bamboo tubes!"

I borrowed a bamboo tube, divided the medicine and stuffed it into the bamboo tube. Seven or eight bamboo tubes were filled.

Then, Bu told the two patients to go over first.

The Yellow Turban soldier, who was suffering from tuberculosis, hugged a pile of bamboo tubes and walked away. The bamboo tubes were cold, but they were as warm as fire when he held them. The Yellow Turban soldiers were grateful in their hearts and their eyes were crystal clear.

Comparing what it was like to escape with the Yellow Turban, and what it is like to be at the gate of Zhuozhou City now, it makes people feel unstoppable.

After walking two steps, the yellow scarf soldier suddenly stopped, knelt down towards Bu with a plop, touched his head to the ground, and kowtowed hard.
Chapter completed!