Shipin Dalizheng

"There are many children born with disabilities, and you just happened to meet two of them. It's not your fault."

Imperial Physician Zhang couldn't hide his sadness. "The little girl was born healthy, dancing and full of energy. When she was three months old, she fell ill. I wanted to take care of her, but the people in the Imperial Hospital said I was unlucky and wouldn't let me get close. The illness was very serious, and no one else could cure it, so they pushed it onto me. This time, I was afraid too, and I begged the Emperor for a promise of immunity. The little girl gradually got better, and I thought everything would be fine, and she would grow up safely. Who knew... who knew... she couldn't walk, her legs were weak, and her waist was weak. As she grew older, her legs and feet atrophied and deformed, and she would be confined to a wheelchair or carried for the rest of her life. I kept thinking, is it my fault? My poor medical skills have caused two children to suffer so much pain?"

The name of a disease emerged in Rong Tang's mind: polio, also known as poliomyelitis. This is a difficult disease even in modern times, let alone in the relatively backward ancient times.

Looking at Doctor Zhang scratching his head and blaming himself in pain, Rong Tang knew that he was possessed by a demon, blaming himself for the two men's disabilities and unable to get out of it.

"So, you're experimenting on me to create a new discipline called regeneration?"

For those without feet, block the other meridians and let them grow feet.

If the legs cannot move, block the other meridians and all the strength will go to the legs.

The idea is very weird, even more outrageous than curing the body with like medicine.

Doctor Zhang's eyes widened as he asked, "Is it not possible? I've studied many animals, geckos, grasshoppers, and they can all regenerate limbs. Why can't humans? Perhaps certain conditions are required to trigger this ability? Or perhaps they could replace their legs with two, so they can walk with feet?"

Doctor Zhang's eyes became more and more obsessed, almost to the point of being possessed. Rong Tang became more and more frightened as he listened. Doctor Zhang's ideas were advanced and bold, which would be considered heresy and nonsense in ancient times. But he didn't know that these things were already possible in modern society.

Perhaps because his expression was too grim, Doctor Zhang gave a strange laugh. "Boy, what are you afraid of? Are you afraid that I'll saw off your leg and give it to that person? Don't worry, I won't do that for now. I haven't figured out how to replace it yet. Besides, even if I do, I won't necessarily use yours. After all, you're still Rong Zheng's grandson."

Rong Tang's legs felt cold. He felt it necessary to ask about his relationship with Old Earl Jian'an, so as to deepen it appropriately and give himself more protection.

"May I ask how your relationship with my grandfather is?"

Is it enough to save your legs?

Doctor Zhang waved his hand and said, "We didn't have much of a relationship. He was the only one among all the officials and nobles who was willing to trust me and give me the opportunity to treat his son. Unfortunately, I couldn't cure him; he died."

He didn't feel guilty at all for not being able to cure the disease, but instead felt sorry for the two people who became disabled. It was also strange.

"Can you tell me which uncle of mine was cured and how he was cured?"

"To the third brother. The first two died in the battle, and the third brother's injuries were not serious, but he lost too much blood and couldn't survive. The other doctors said there was no hope, so I had a bold idea. I wanted to use other people's blood to replenish his blood, and maybe he could survive. Everyone said it was ridiculous and impossible, so Rong Zheng asked me to try. I tried, and he died."

Rong Tang felt so much pain in his heart that he beat his chest and stamped his feet.

He did not blame Doctor Zhang. In fact, the old man was very smart and excellent, but there were still many barriers that he could not break through on his own in a short period of time, such as cognition.

He sighed for a moment and changed his tone, "Listen, old man, you are very smart and amazing. Your master, your senior brothers, they are no match for you. You are the greatest medical scientist alive."

Doctor Zhang was initially unimpressed by his towering hat, thinking he was being servile just to avoid acupuncture. Only when he heard he was better than his master and his senior brothers did his expression soften slightly.

"Where to begin?"

"I've also heard about the footless child you mentioned. He's the eldest son of Prime Minister Zheng, from one of the four great clans, born noble. He lost his feet in the womb, so it has nothing to do with you. His mother died, and you saved his life, so you don't owe him anything. I don't know who the other girl is, but I imagine she's also from a prominent family. Both mother and daughter were safe when you delivered them, so you've fulfilled your mission. She can't walk because of an illness, and even if she recovers, there will be sequelae, so it's not your fault, and you don't owe her anything. Old man, you've cured countless patients throughout your life. You've taken on treatments that others wouldn't dare, giving them a little more hope. You're remarkable, a true great doctor."

When Doctor Zhang heard the word "great doctor", he suddenly became as quiet as a chicken. He blinked a few times and his eyes turned red.

Then he couldn't stop crying, as if he wanted to cry out a lifetime of grievances. At the end, he hit Rong Tang's chest hard, "Boy, you have offended me. I will rely on you for the rest of my life. You have to take care of me in my old age and see me to the end."

Rong Tang gasped in pain, luckily his chest was fine, otherwise it would have been inflamed.

The crying was so loud that it startled Rong Wu in the tree and Chuncao, who had just finished taking a bath. They both came over almost at the same time, "Master..."

"Master..."

Then I realized that no matter how careful you are, you can't guard against a thief in your own home.

Fortunately, Doctor Zhang had broken down and didn't plan to give Rong Tang another injection for the time being. After they settled Rong San down, they went to rest.

Rong Tang was still a little frightened when he woke up in the morning. Chuncao had already washed up and came to find him. "Master, I calculated yesterday that we still need a lot of daily necessities. We have food, but clothes and shelter are just so-so. Before, when Third Brother Rong and the others said they were leaving, we didn't prepare anything for them. Now they are our own people, so we need to prepare everything: a house to live in, clothes to wear, and a bed to sleep in. How about I go to town again today and get everything."

"Just make the decision."

It’s not that Rong Tang is a stingy master. In fact, he has not had a good time these days. Every day is as tiring as if he were fighting a war.

"I also think that some families in the village are eager to work and get paid, but now their business is not going well, and they don't know what will happen in the future, which makes them discouraged. It would be better to buy cloth and let the aunts in the village help make clothes, and let the men in the village make beds and furniture."

Rong Qi also got up and walked over on crutches. He still felt ashamed for not noticing his master's distress last night. He said hurriedly, "Let's make the bed and furniture ourselves. Rong Wu is a carpenter, so I'll prepare the wood first. He can start working this afternoon when he wakes up."

Rong Tang also thought about it. The wine business was just so-so. There were many idle people in the village, so he would not get involved. He would just concentrate on waiting for dividends. He would let Rong Dashan and others do any work, and find other people if it couldn't be finished.

The backyard winery was busy all night, and when daybreak came, Rong Dashan came running in excitedly to announce the good news, "Sir, we've produced over 300 kilograms of wine. We're planning to send it to the town or county today to try and sell it."

I took turns to light the fire and brew wine, and I couldn't sleep because of excitement. My eyes were dark, but my spirit was full of energy.