(In the original history of the late Ming Dynasty, in the late Chongzhen period, a Fujianese who had been tortured by the plague for more than a year came to the capital city, who served as the post of Houbu County Zuoxu. He used the method of pricking the patient with blood sting. There were as many as 10,000 patients queuing for treatment every day. Unfortunately, Beijing was already a ghost town with "death pillow, nine out of ten rooms, and even the households were gone". However, when history changed, people and things changed, and time and space were changing, some people still passed on a kind heart...)

Chu, the seventeenth year of Yanguang, October 10th.

The Taihang Mountains canyon is adjacent.

Song Wenhua walked in the mountains and forests with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

The villagers of Yunyang Prefecture were all massacred by the anti-army in Tongguan, but Song Wenhua survived by hiding under the pile of corpses. He wanted to join the army in Xuanda and become a military doctor. In this way, he might have a day of revenge.

However, the official road in Shanxi has been blocked by military officers. As long as the refugees dare to approach, they will be hit by arrows. Song Wenhua had to walk through the mountains and forests, and he was circling around and didn't know where he was.

These days, he only ate wild fruits and tree roots. The hunger made people feel extremely uncomfortable. He licked his cracked lips while walking, knowing that he would really die if he didn't eat anything.

After staggering for a long time, he suddenly saw several corpses lying by the forest in the distance, and perhaps dry food in his luggage.

Song Wenhua didn't dare to get it. Shanxi was full of plague, and he had seen someone touching the body more than once and died of illness soon after.

But I was so hungry that my stomach was burning.

Finally, Song Wenhua walked over. Looking at him, he saw that the family of three died, like a fleeing man. Song Wenhua held his breath and carefully took the branches to pick up the bag under the body.

There was only a small bag of dry food and a few copper coins... Song Wenhua's eyes set and he quickly threw away the two pieces of dried rat meat.

After eating the small package of dry food in the snow, he walked for a while and felt dizzy and became more and more dazed, and he wanted to vomit.

He touched the side of his neck, and there were bumps under his fingers.

"I'm going to die." Song Wenhua sighed, leaning on the trunk of a tree, recalling the scene of his parents dying under the anti-sabre sword, his eyes were blurred.

Then, a darkness...

I don’t know how long it took, but when Song Wenhua opened his eyes again, he saw an old man sitting next to him, laying a needle on his acupoint. After removing the needle, he rubbed and pressed it repeatedly, squeezed a few drops of blood and then continued to lay the needle.

The medicine was boiled on the bonfire next to it. The fragrance of the medicine calmed down Song Wenhua and remembered his own courtyard again.

Song Wenhua murmured: "Acupuncture and blood-stinging method?"

"Do you understand medical skills?" the old man asked.

"Boy thanked the old man for saving his life!" Song Wenhua hurriedly thanked him first and replied, "Boy just understands a little bit, because my father is also practicing medicine."

The old man kept moving his hands and asked, "Lingshu" said: 'The principle of using needles must know where the body and qi are, left and right, up and down, yin and yang are inside, how much blood and qi are? Do you know what do you mean?"

Song Wenhua didn't expect that he would encounter such an exam as soon as he woke up, and hurriedly said: "The needle should be determined by the qi and blood of the twelve meridians. For example, if you take Shangyang to treat coma; if you take Quze to treat fever and vomiting..."

The old doctor nodded and said, "Plague is a warm disease. The heat toxin enters the blood element and causes spasms and dysfunction. This method of pricking blood first relieves heat and detoxifies, then opens the meridians and opens the orifices, and leads evil to go out, so as to achieve the effect of promoting qi and dispelling congestion, removing blood stasis and dispersing knots, removing filth and reducing turbidity, and removing evil from righteousness and peace... Do you understand this principle?"

Song Wenhua thought for a moment and said, "Boy understand."

"Very good." The old doctor said, "You take a closer look."

He didn't say much, and continued to apply needles on Song Wenhua. After every time he got the needle, he asked him if he could see clearly.

After applying the injection, the old doctor took the medicine to Song Wenhua and said, "Although you are young, your body is well-behaved, otherwise I will not be able to save you."

Song Wenhua once again solemnly thanked him.

When the old doctor turned around and placed the bowl, there was blood behind him. Song Wenhua hurriedly asked, "Is the old man injured?"

"I've been hit by a few arrows, please give me medicine."

...

By the bonfire, the old and the young had treated each other's injuries, and Song Wenhua asked about the old doctor's arrow wound again.

The old doctor just talked about the whole story and said, "I have some effect on treating plague. I have acupuncture and blood-stinging method. I can cure plague with decoction. A few months ago, I heard that the plague in the north was rampant, so I went north and wanted to pass on this method... In July, when I arrived in Nanyang, I happened to be in chaos. I was surrounded by the chaotic army and passed through Runing, Chengtian, and Xiangyang. Finally, I finally saw the leader of the anti-army army in Xi'an. The man was a little deeper. The anti-army army called him "Meng Military Advisor". He arranged for me to deal with the epidemic in Xi'an. Half a month later, I taught the acupuncture and blood-stinging method to several doctors in the anti-army army and said goodbye to the military advisor Meng... Unexpectedly, he not only refused to let me go, but also sent someone to take care of me."

Song Wenhua said inexplicably: "Why is this?"

"He doesn't want me to go north to the capital." The old doctor said, "But that's political affairs. We are doctors, so we don't get involved in these things."

"My father said the same."

The old doctor nodded, feeling a little relieved. He said, "Five days ago, someone in the anti-military army secretly let me release it. The man's status in the anti-military army should be quite low, and he sent five cavalry all the way to escort it. Unfortunately, before leaving Tongguan, they died one after another to cover me."

"The old man wants to go to the capital?"

"Yes, how much can I save people with my own strength? Only by letting the court pass on this method can more people survive."

The old doctor here finished talking about the matter and asked Song Wenhua's origin.

"The boy lives in Zhuxi County, Yunyang Prefecture. Last month, he was looted by the anti-army army. Both of my parents... were dead..." Song Wenhua said in tears: "If many people hadn't helped me and protected me along the way, I would have gone with my parents long ago."

The old doctor asked, "Where do you want to go?"

"The boy wants to go to Xuanda to join the army and kill the anti-army to take revenge."

The old doctor sighed deeply and said, "You are not easy to walk in troubled times, so let's go north with me first."

"I heard from the old man." Song Wenhua bowed to the ground.

In this way, the two old and the young walked together, and because they were worried about being shot and killed by the officers and soldiers, they still walked through the mountains and forests.

Along the way, the old doctors patiently passed on the techniques of treating the epidemic, which benefited Song Wenhua very much.

Two days later, when he walked into Lu'an, he suddenly saw more than a dozen people lying on the mountain road, all of whom were seriously infected with the epidemic and were in danger of life. The old doctor didn't say much, and led Song Wenhua to do his best to treat him. It was not until the evening that he rescued seven people and applied medicine to bury the dead's body. The old and the young were exhausted and collapsed on the ground, looked at each other and smiled hard.

The old doctor asked, "Is there anyone in the spring who knows that I hope you will follow his mantle, cure diseases and save people, or join the army and take revenge and kill people?"

Song Wenhua was silent for a long time before speaking: "Old sir..."

Before he could finish his words, the old doctor waved his hand and smiled, "It's me that I've said too much. It's just a pity that you have such talent."

"How can a boy have any talent? My father always called me stupid and couldn't even tell the difference between medicinal materials."

"Your family has practiced medicine for generations, and you will be stupid because of your experience." The old doctor said, "I guess it's because it's a dignity and high hopes for you."

Song Wenhua was only twelve years old. After hearing these words, his originally firm desire to avenge him began to shake...

The next day, the two continued to travel north.

But the seven people they rescued yesterday were falling far behind.

"Old sir, why do they follow us?"

"I guess I am grateful and want to send us a ride."

When he walked to a fork in the road, the old doctor was weak in his legs and feet, so he found a big stone to sit down and looked at the forest in front of him in a daze.

"What are the old man thinking?" Song Wenhua couldn't help but ask.

The old doctor smacked his lips and said, "I haven't eaten meat for many days, and I don't know if there is prey in the forest?"

"That guy will go and see if he can hit a hare pheasant."

The old doctor didn't refuse and smiled self-deprecatingly: "I'm really hungry, I want you, a child to work hard."

As he said that, he took a piece of steamed bun and handed it to Song Wenhua, saying, "I have the strength to hug the rabbit after eating, and the road to the capital is still long..."

"Okay." Song Wenhua responded, spread his legs and crawled into the forest.

He often went up the mountain to play in Zhuxi County, but the prey in the forest here had been caught and driven away by people. He was unwilling to give up, so he went all the way into the deep forest.

Unfortunately, after searching for more than half an afternoon, he only touched a few bird eggs.

When he returned to the fork in dejected mood, the old doctor disappeared.

Song Wenhua looked around in a daze, feeling her heart was empty.

Because he was determined to take revenge, the old man looked down on him, so he left himself?

He sniffed, lowered his head and walked for a while, and suddenly remembered that the old man used acupuncture to be on him, so he quickly accelerated his pace and chased forward. After chasing for a while, he still disappeared, so he turned around and looked for another way.

At sunset, the young boy walked on the mountain road, and suddenly, his figure stopped.

There was a man leaning down on the ground in front of him, and there was a pool of blood under him... It was the old doctor.

Song Wenhua's tears suddenly flowed down. He rushed up and hugged the old doctor's body and howled Tao started to cry.

The moonlight slowly rose, and the sad cry of only one child in the forest kept echoing.

I don't know how dizzy he cried, but he cried until he was exhausted. When he saw the dry food and trash on the old doctor's body, he realized that it was the seven people who snatched it. He knew that the old doctor wanted to protect himself and ordered him to play wild game. He immediately felt sad again and fainted.

In the darkness, Song Wenhua seemed to dream that the old doctor touched his head and said, "Stop crying, child."

"We shouldn't save them!" Song Wenhua cried.

"Just treat the disease, how do you still have to argue who should save it and who should not." The old doctor smiled and said, "There are good people and bad people in this world. You have met many bad people along the way, but if you don't have those good people, how can you get here? If I want to argue, what if I miss a talented child like you?"

Song Wenhua cried: "Boy is just a stupid guy."

"But you have learned my blood-stinging method." The old doctor sighed: "If you can survive today, there may be more people who will survive because of you. Such a passing on the torch will make me worthwhile."

In the darkness, Song Wenhua tried hard to reach out his hand, but couldn't hold the old doctor...

The sun rises at a moment.

The thin boy who dug a hole all night was covered in mud.

Song Wenhua tried hard to drag the old doctor's body, but saw his old fingers scratching two sloppy handwriting under his body.

Song Wenhua looked closely and saw that the word "benevolence".

He thought he had already cried last night, but he couldn't help but burst into tears again.
Chapter completed!