The Doctor Who Traveled Through Water Margin

The sunlight shines through the treetops onto the road ahead, and the air is filled with the fresh scent of grass and trees.

Wang Li carried a backpack and walked through this familiar yet mysterious forest, looking for some herbs that could reduce inflammation.

Over the past few days, Wang Li also tried to make some homemade penicillin.

Use rotten and moldy vegetables, fruits, etc., carefully remove the mold on them, and place them in a culture medium made from millet juice.

Then he used a set of alchemy furnace and other equipment left by his master to make distilled water for washing activated carbon, and placed it in his master's alchemy room.

A few days later, Wang Li took out a ceramic jar, sealed it with silk coated with glue, cut a small hole, used a funnel, put cotton at the bottom, and poured the cultured nutrient solution into it.

Add some vegetable oil and continue stirring in one direction. When the liquid is separated into three layers, you no longer need to stir.

Carefully remove the grease on top, add activated carbon powder, and then stir again.

Wash it with distilled water, then add acidic water made with vinegar, and finally inject it with alkaline water.

Then put 100CC of it into a clean medicine bottle (used by Taoist priests for elixirs).

He would apply his own urine on a cotton ball and smear it on a petri dish. If glucose bacteria grew around it after seven days, it would be considered successful.

I don’t know yet. In two days it will be seven days. We’ll see if it works.

Before that, you have to find some anti-inflammatory herbs. If that doesn't work, use herbs instead.

In this age where even a small injury could be fatal, I really don’t dare go out without anti-inflammatory drugs…

Just as Wang Li was concentrating on looking for herbs, a familiar sound of footsteps came from a distance.

He was slightly startled. The footsteps sounded familiar. Wang Li looked in the direction of the sound and saw a bearded man with tight muscles, purple face, and big eyes. He looked to be in his thirties.

In fact, Wang Li knew that he was only 28 years old, a hunter from nearby, and was walking to the side. He was a burly man, carrying a longbow on his back, and dressed like a hunter.

"Brother Mi?" Wang Li called out tentatively.

Hearing this, the man stopped and turned to look at Wang Li.

A hint of surprise flashed across his eyes, and then he revealed a delighted smile: "Little Taoist priest, it's you! Why did I meet you here?"

Wang Li walked forward with a smile, not wanting to listen to him speaking classical Chinese, so he bowed and said, "Brother Mi, long time no see.

I have been collecting herbs in the mountains recently, and I didn't expect to meet you here today."

"Where is your teacher?"

Wang Li said sadly: "My master has passed away."

"Ah, when did it happen?"

"A few days ago."

"Alas! My condolences..."

"Come on, take me to see it, I will kowtow to the Immortal."

Wang Li nodded silently and walked back, just in time to ask what year it was...

Wang Li brought Mi Xian to the old Taoist's tomb, and Mi Xian kowtowed several times.

His forehead was bleeding, Wang Li quickly helped him up and said, "Brother Mi, let's go back!"

"Let me stay for a while. The Immortal saved my mother, so he is also my elder."

Wang Li had no choice but to stay here with him.

During this time, Mi Xian kept talking a lot to the tombstone. At noon, he kowtowed three times before standing up.

Wang Li also bowed in return and said, "Brother Mi, in a couple of days I will go to Jiankang Mansion to find my senior brother and report his death. I'll trouble you to take care of the family."

"Oh, if I remember correctly, you haven't even met your senior brother. I only met him twice when I was a child. He was more than ten years older than me. Your master was still very energetic at that time. He took him to travel around and only came back a few times a year."

"I never saw him again after I grew up. Twelve years ago, your master came back from his travels and brought you with him..."

"How about I go with you, and leave the house to the nearby hunters."

"But, Brother Mi..."

"It's okay. Who in this area has not received the grace of the immortal? I'll tell you and someone will take care of my house. Besides, I'm the only one here."

"Okay, Brother Mi will come to my thatched cottage to look for me in two days. Now let's go to the thatched cottage to have dinner and rest..."

"No, dear brother, let's say goodbye now. When I return, I will go to the other side of the mountain in Chuzhou to find the Teng brothers to settle down."

"Brother Mi, please stay. What is the reign title now? Is it still Zhenghe?"

"Yeah, what's the matter? It's the third year of Zhenghe now."

"It's okay, brother, please walk slowly..."

Wang Li shook his head helplessly and went back, thinking to himself: It is the third year of Zhenghe, which is 1113 AD. Judging from the time, it is around May of the lunar calendar. His brother should be on his way to Liangshanpo now.

Lu Zhijie also fought against Zhen Guanxi in March of this year and climbed Mount Wutai in May...

After bidding farewell to Mi Xian, Wang Li returned home and started to make dry food with some grains, and found some broad beans to make crispy broad beans.

There was some dried meat in the kitchen, but Wang Li disliked it because it was not tasty and not even salty enough. Now it was too late to find fresh meat, so he could only make do with it...

Wang Li’s eldest brother was a chef in his previous life. He was influenced by his brother. His cooking skills are not that good, but they are definitely much better than those of ordinary people...

At night, Wang Li lay in bed thinking. In his previous life, he only knew that he was in Huainan Road, and he didn't know what mountain this was. Combined with the information he got, he should be in the Chuzhou area now, not far from Jiankang Prefecture, more than 400 li...

He also knew Mi Xian, a fierce general under the command of Huaixi Wang Qing in Water Margin. He wielded a mountain-splitting axe and was more powerful than Suo Chao, who also wielded a large axe on Liangshan.

The key is that he can block the Flying Locust Stones of Zhang Qing, the Featherless Arrow, and can be called Zhang Qing's nemesis. You should know that the Flying Locust Stones of "Zhang Qing, the Featherless Arrow" can knock Guan Sheng off his horse.

The Teng brothers he mentioned were also generals under Wang Qing, Teng Xun and Teng Kan.

His younger brother Teng Kan was a fierce general comparable to Hu Yanzhuo. He wielded a tiger-eye bamboo steel whip and was known as the "descending tiger" in the martial arts world.

His elder brother "Shiluhu Tengjian" is good at using a three-pointed double-edged sword, and is no less inferior to the Eight Knights of Liangshan.

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The next day, Wang Li slept until noon and just as he was about to go out to collect herbs, he saw more than 20 people paying homage in front of his master's tomb not far away.

When Wang Li rushed over and saw Mi Xian, he realized that these people were villagers from outside the mountain who had come to pay tribute to his master. Many of them looked familiar to him, after all, he had also participated in curing illnesses and saving lives.

There was nothing Wang Li could do except preside over the event and return the gifts.

Mi Xian went back to find the Teng brothers and told them that the old Taoist priest had passed away. When the people nearby learned about it, they went there the next day to pay tribute to the deceased Taoist priest. His good deeds during his lifetime, saving people regardless of their status, made people grateful.

The quiet forest was rarely bustling with activity, as nearby hunters and villagers came to pay their respects.

The old Taoist priest's death was like the falling of a star, causing endless grief among the people. The news spread like ripples throughout the land, and the people put aside their farm work and livelihoods and flocked to the tomb of Miaoan Zhenren like a tide.

The incense smoke rises like clouds, like the villagers' grief drifting away with the wind. Around the tombstone, incense and candles sway, and offerings of paper money and mud money are scattered all over the ground, adding to the solemnity.

The villagers, dressed in simple clothes, with grief in their hearts and holding incense sticks, walked slowly to the old Taoist's tomb. Some villagers had tears in their eyes, as if recalling the good deeds of the old Taoist during his lifetime; others prayed silently, wishing the old Taoist to rest in peace in the afterlife.

A young mother came with her child and whispered about the benevolence of the old Taoist priest. The child nodded obediently, holding incense and candles, and placed them respectfully in front of the tombstone.

During the worship, the villagers whispered and recalled the righteous deeds of the old Taoist priest. They recalled the scene of the old Taoist priest working tirelessly to treat the people, and their hearts were filled with gratitude.

The old Taoist priest had superb medical skills, and he saved the dying and the wounded with wisdom and compassion. His good deeds were widely praised and he won the admiration of the nearby people.

As time went by, more and more villagers came to pay homage. There was an endless stream of white-haired old people, vigorous young people, and even people from the city who came from far away on horseback. They all expressed their respect and gratitude to the old Taoist priest in their own ways.

After the worship, the villagers had no intention of staying for dinner and left in groups...