Lu Bu: My wife comes from two thousand years later

Lingquan Village is named after a spring behind the village. The village is built in a valley, surrounded by mountains on all sides, with only a small path on the west side for access.

Early in the morning, after groping in the mountains for half the night, Lu Bu and his companions finally found the entrance to the village. Several soldiers carried the unconscious Lu Bu and broke into a farmhouse next to the path at the entrance of the village like robbers.

"Who is it, so early in the morning?"

A middle-aged peasant woman came out of the kitchen upon hearing the noise. Seeing the yard full of strong men outside, she was so frightened that her legs went weak and she fell to her knees with a thud. The peasant woman kept bowing and knelt, "Heroes, good men, there is nothing good to steal in our poor and remote village. I only have some chaff to survive. Good men, please be kind, we really have nothing left..."

Zhang Mo hurried over to help the peasant woman up and said anxiously, "Auntie, you've misunderstood. We're not thieves. We were passing through Yaoshan yesterday and were attacked by bandits. My husband is injured. I'd like to stay at your house for a few days to rest. Is that too much trouble?"

Not a thief? The peasant woman looked up, staring blankly at Zhang Mo, not reacting for a long time. Oh my God, there is such a beautiful girl in this world? Could this be a fairy from the mountain who has come down to earth?

"Auntie, Auntie——"

Zhang Mo called out twice more before the peasant woman came to her senses and said quickly, "Don't bother me, don't bother me. Madam, please bring the person in quickly."

The peasant woman led Zhang Mo and the others to a room in the east. Zhang Mo helped Lu Bu settle down and said, "Auntie, please take me to the kitchen so I can boil some water."

The peasant woman looked at Lü Bu, who still had an arrow stuck in his back, and asked, "Do you need to call a doctor? A few days ago, a traveling doctor came to our village. His medical skills are so amazing that he can even bring people back to life."

Zhang Mo was delighted. "That's great! Could you please help me get a doctor? I'll definitely reward you handsomely later."

The peasant woman said repeatedly, "You are so polite, madam. You are so polite. I will ask my husband to invite someone right away."

After a while, the peasant woman came in with a bucket of water. After Zhang Mo cleaned the blood off Lu Bu's body, the doctor the woman mentioned was also called in.

The man was about forty years old, more than seven feet tall, with a goatee on his chin. He did not look old, but his hair and beard were half white, giving him a somewhat immortal look. Behind the doctor followed a young boy carrying a medicine box, who was obviously a medicine boy.

Xu Huang walked out in two or three steps and pulled the doctor into the house.

"Doctor, please take a look! He was shot by an arrow last night. The arrow may have damaged his internal organs. He has vomited blood several times since last night and is unconscious."

The doctor hurried forward, took the patient's pulse first, then carefully looked at the arrow stuck in his back, his brows furrowed.

"The arrow struck deep, injuring his lungs. He's in good health, but anyone else would have been dead by now."

Zhang Mo was so anxious that she was about to cry. "Then... is there any hope? Doctor, please save his life. I beg you!"

The doctor shook his head. "It's hard to say. We can only try. I can't guarantee whether he will survive."

He took out a prescription from his medicine box and asked the medicine boy to prepare it. He then looked at the group of strong men outside the yard and said to Zhang Mo, "I can only try my best. If I can't save you, please don't take your anger out on me."

Zhang Mo's tears fell, "Please doctor, do your best to save him, if... if it is really..." When she said the last part, she was choked with sobs and could not speak.

Xu Huang said, "Don't worry. We are not unreasonable people. Treat him well and we won't blame you."

"That's good!" The doctor secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

After a while, the medicine was ready. The doctor gave it to Lü Bu and said to Xu Huang, "Alright, pull out the arrow."

Xu Huang stepped forward and grasped the exposed arrow shaft. He applied a little force and with a "puff" sound, the arrow was pulled out and blood gushed out like a leaking water pipe.

The doctor quickly pressed the gauze coated with medicine powder on it, and the bleeding stopped after a while. He took out another bottle, poured some medicine powder on it, and bandaged the wound with gauze.

During the entire process, Lu Bu showed no reaction. Zhang Mo's face turned pale, and her lips trembled constantly. "It's so painful, how come he doesn't feel anything at all? Has he, has he already..."

She was already in tears and reached out to touch Lu Bu's nose with trembling hands to check for breath.

The doctor consoled her, "Don't worry, young lady. The medicine he just drank contained some Ma Fei San, which can numb the senses. He won't feel much pain, so he'll wake up in a while."

Ma Fei San? Zhang Mo's eyes lit up with despair. The legendary doctor Hua Tuo? But the age didn't seem right. She asked tentatively, "Sir, are you the legendary doctor Hua Tuo?"

The doctor shook his head. "My name is Zhang Ji, courtesy name Zhongjing. Two years ago, while traveling, I had the good fortune to meet the legendary doctor Hua, who taught me Ma Fei San."

When Zhang Mo learned that the doctor was Zhang Ji, she felt relieved. Zhang Zhongjing was not as good as Hua Tuo in surgery, but he was definitely as good as Hua Tuo in internal medicine. Lu Bu was mainly injured in the internal organs this time. With Zhang Ji around, his chances of survival would be much greater.

After bandaging, Zhang Ji took out another row of silver needles and stabbed Lu Bu's chest and abdomen several times, and he vomited some blood.

Xu Huang was so frightened that his face turned pale. "Why is he vomiting blood again?"

Zhang Ji said, "Don't panic, this is blood congestion in his abdomen."

After the acupuncture, he took the pulse again and said, "Whether you can make it through this depends on God's will. You must be prepared."

Zhang Mo's heart, which had just been at peace, began to lift again. "It's God's will, it's God's will again. Why would even a miracle doctor say such a thing?" She anxiously grabbed Zhang Ji's sleeve and said, "I don't want to rely on God's will. Doctor, is there anything else I can do? Medicine? Anti-inflammatory medicine? Healing medicine? Please prescribe him a few more doses..."

Zhang Ji freed his sleeve from her hand and said, "More medicine is not always better."

He took out two prescriptions from his medicine box and handed them to Xu Huang. "This one is to help reduce fever, and these are to treat his injured lungs. He's bound to have a high fever in the middle of the night. Give him the antipyretic. If that helps, then maybe he can be saved."

Fever gone? Fever gone! Zhang Mo hurried out of the house and said to the soldiers outside, "Quick, each of you two horses, go to Gucheng and buy a few jars of wine and some salt."

She wanted to prepare saline solution, but unfortunately the farmer's house only had a few grains of salt, which were black and yellow and could not be used at all.

Zhang Ji was surprised and asked, "He's like this, and you still have the mood to drink?"

"No, I want to purify the alcohol to disinfect and cool him down."

"Disinfection and cooling? Doesn't drinking alcohol cause fever?" Zhang Ji became interested. "May I stay and watch?"

"nature!"

Zhang Ji just didn't mention it, and Zhang Mo didn't want to let the doctor leave at this time.

This place was more than half a day's journey from Gucheng, and by the time the soldiers returned with their alcohol, it was already evening. Zhang Mo taught Zhang Ji how to purify the alcohol. As she collected the information, she explained, "If you're just using it for wiping and cooling, one steaming is usually enough. But if you're using it to disinfect a wound, you'll need to steam it several times."

In the second half of the night, Lu Bu indeed developed a high fever. Zhang Mo first gave him antipyretics, applied a cold cloth to his forehead, and then wiped his neck, left upper arm, left leg, right upper arm, right leg, and back. She focused on the large blood vessels such as the armpits, elbows, groin and behind the knees.

She wiped with one hand and gently massaged with the other, saying to Zhang Ji, "These areas are rich in blood vessels. Massage can dilate the blood vessels and improve the heat dissipation effect."

These were some medical knowledge she had learned from taking care of her sick mother in her previous life, and she had only used them to save Guan Hai and Du Fei in this life.

After wiping it once, she fed Lu Bu some hot water and then changed the cloth on his forehead over and over again.

Zhang Ji touched Lu Bu's body and found that it was indeed much colder than before.

He bowed to Zhang Mo and said, "Thank you for your advice, young lady. This method will reduce fever faster than the medicine I prescribed."

Zhang Mo quickly reached out to help him. "You're too polite, sir. If you hadn't saved him, he would have died by now... And my method can only reduce the fever temporarily. If the inflammation in his body is not eliminated, the fever will come back. I need your medicine to cooperate with it."

"Inflammation? What is inflammation?"

"This... I can't really explain it. It's almost like the root of the disease. If the root is not removed, the fever symptoms will not disappear."

Zhang Ji nodded, "That's right, young lady."