Lu Bu: My wife comes from two thousand years later

Next to the medical camp, pots of steaming medicine were prepared. Patients who could walk on their own brought out their own bowls to drink, while those who could not walk had doctors to help take care of them.

After the medicine was finished, the big pot began to boil water. At Zhang Ji's request, the patient had to drink a bowl of light salt water every hour or so. Zhang Ji and his two disciples gave the patient acupuncture without stopping.

Zhang Mo had already recognized all the acupuncture points on the human body, and had also followed Zhang Ji to give acupuncture to people several times in the past. As long as she knew which acupuncture points were suitable for different diseases, this half-baked apprentice could still be of use.

It is quite simple to pierce the four main acupoints, Tianshu, Qihai, Guanyuan and Zusanli. However, no matter how simple it is, there are too many patients. The three of them were busy for most of the day, and their wrists were sore, but they only pierced more than 200 patients.

Let's try our best. Seeing that the three masters and apprentices were too busy, Tian Feng ordered all the doctors to go and help.

Amid the doctor's suspicion and Yuan Shao and Tian Feng's anticipation, two days later, except for some seriously ill patients, the conditions of most people improved.

Yuan Shao was overjoyed and summoned Zhang Ji in person. For the second time in his life, Yuan Benchu, who prided himself on his noble status, bowed from the bottom of his heart to a man of lower birth than him.

"The miracle doctor's medical skills are superb. He has saved the lives of thousands of my soldiers. I really don't know how to thank him. If you have any requests, please feel free to ask. As long as I can do it, I will definitely do it."

Yuan Shao felt like he had survived a disaster at this time. If the epidemic had not been controlled, his life would basically have ended here. Fortunately, God still favored him and sent him a miracle doctor when he was desperate.

"Your Excellency is too polite. Curing illnesses and saving lives is a doctor's duty." Zhang Ji bowed in return.

Zhang Ji's indifferent attitude made Yuan Shao even more satisfied with him. He sincerely invited him, "The Divine Doctor is of high moral character. I beg you to stay in Jizhou. In the future, all doctors in Jizhou will be led by you. I can also build a clinic for you to study medicine."

Sure enough, they are here to poach my people! Zhang Mo couldn't help but complain in her heart. Fortunately, she had made an agreement with her master before coming here, and her master had already joined her country.

Zhang Ji declined politely, "I enjoy traveling and find it difficult to be bound by rules. I hope your forgiveness will be granted."

Another wanderer? Yuan Shao frowned, thinking of Mr. Zhang, abducted by Lü Bu. He wondered if he was working for him now. Having already lost a hermit, this miraculous doctor must remain.

Yuan Shao said, "Doctor, please don't be so hasty to refuse. Give me some time to think about it. As long as you are willing to stay, I will agree to any request you make."

Zhang Ji wanted to refuse, but Zhang Mo pulled his clothes from behind. Zhang Ji thought of what Zhang Mo had said to him before they came, and he understood. If he refused again, Yuan Shao might use tough measures, and it would not be easy for him to escape then.

"Since the envoy has extended such a cordial invitation, I will stay in Jizhou for a while."

Yuan Shao was quite satisfied with Zhang Ji's answer. In his opinion, no matter how skilled Zhang Ji was in medicine, he was just a medical craftsman. How could he not be grateful to him when he appreciated him so much?

"Okay, okay! I'll have someone prepare a separate tent for the divine doctor and his disciples to live in."

Yuan Shao said, looking behind Zhang Ji, "Are these two the disciples of the miraculous doctor? Why is the female doctor wearing a veil?"

Zhang Ji knew what his disciple had done in the past and said hurriedly, "My disciple was born with a strange face, a yin-yang face. I don't want to scare others, so he has worn a veil since he was a child."

"Oh? Yin-Yang face? I have never heard of it. Can I see it?" Yuan Shao asked curiously.

Zhang Mo was now wearing women's clothes and her face looked strange, but she was not afraid of being recognized. She quickly lifted the brim of her hat, briefly revealing her face, and then put it down again.

Yuan Shao only saw a face split in half, black and white, and nothing else was clear. He was about to ask Zhang Mo to lift it up again when he heard Zhang Ji say, "This little girl has had this face since she was little. She has been ridiculed and teased, and abandoned by her family. I don't want anyone to see it any longer. I hope your forgiveness will be given."

Yuan Shao then stopped and said, "My beloved general Qu Yi also unfortunately contracted the plague three days ago. I would like to ask the miracle doctor to take the trouble to see him. I am deeply grateful."

Qu Yi's status was special, so Yuan Shao didn't dare let him try Zhang Ji's medicine before it took effect. He just drank the old prescription, which didn't help or worsen his condition, so he just dragged on with his illness.

"Okay, please lead the way."

Immediately, a soldier came forward to lead the way for Zhang Ji. When the three of them arrived at Qu Yi's tent, he had just finished another bowel movement and was lying on the couch, gasping for breath. He had diarrhea for three consecutive days and would have been exhausted even if he had been as strong as an ox before.

Through the gauze in front of her eyes, Zhang Mo looked at the weak Qu Yi with a face full of gloating. Five years ago, in front of the Taihang Mountain Stronghold, this guy drove more than 10,000 old, weak, women and children to be shields, and besieged her stronghold, and almost took her life with a single arrow. Now this guy is in her hands. Even if she can't kill him, she will make him suffer.

"What are you thinking about?"

After taking the pulse, Zhang Ji tapped the brim of Zhang Mo's hat. Zhang Mo came back to her senses after teasing Qu Yi and said hurriedly, "It's nothing. Maybe I didn't get enough rest these days and my mind wandered for a while."

The three of them had been rushing here from Xiaquyang almost non-stop day and night. They had been busy treating patients for the past two days and hadn't rested much. They were indeed very tired. Zhang Ji said, "Bring me the silver needle!"

Zhang Mo took out the cloth bag from the medicine box. Zhang Ji gave Qu Yi acupuncture and explained the precautions to Qu Heng. The patient was finished. The three were about to leave when they heard Qu Yi say, "Leave a doctor here."

Zhang Ji said, "General, follow the doctor's instructions and your condition will improve in two or three days. I am with the army and can come and see you at any time if there is any emergency."

"No matter what, until this general recovers, we must keep someone here." Qu Yi looked at Zhang Mo, who was wearing a veiled hat. "Let this young lady stay. The female doctor will take care of her."

Qu Yi's attitude was firm, so Zhang Ji had to take a step back and pulled Ren Dong, "Then let me, your disciple, stay and take care of the general. It's not very convenient for a female doctor to do this."

"This general wants a female doctor." Qu Yi rolled his eyes at Zhang Ji and said, "Don't worry, old doctor. This general is so ill now, I won't do anything inappropriate to her."

Zhang Ji was about to say something else, but Zhang Mo tugged at his sleeve and whispered, "Master, don't worry. I'll stay."

She had no chance to seek revenge for the blow she had taken from him, but since he had come to her on his own initiative, she could not blame her for being ruthless.

Although Amo's tone was calm, Zhang Ji could hear a hint of gnashing of teeth in it. He gave Qu Yi a look that told him to fend for himself and left the military tent with Rendong.

At this time, Qu Yi was so sick that he felt weak all over. Seeing that people stayed, he hummed and closed his eyes, as if he felt a lot more at ease.

Everyone is afraid of death! Qu Yi is no exception.

Seeing that his master had fallen asleep, Qu Heng went out to find a bed for Zhang Mo. Zhang Mo was very sleepy and did not wait for him to come back. She dozed off on the table with her arms as a pillow.

After lying down for a while, Qu Yi's stomach started to rumble again. He hurried to the toilet behind the screen to relieve himself. After he finished, he wanted to call Qu Heng to wash his hands, but Qu Heng was nowhere to be seen.

He walked to the side of the table, stretched out his foot, and was about to kick Zhang Mo awake when his eyes fell on the corner of her face that was exposed through the veil.