Practicing Medicine in the Tang Dynasty

The sky in July is about a savage temper that can be turned on its head. The scorching sun just showed its face, and then hid behind the dark clouds covering the sky, casting a burst of sultry heat through the heavy shadows.

There are only a few people in Wu's other courtyard, but Xia Chan loves to join in the fun. As if the heat and humidity are not annoying enough, she sticks to the tip of a tree branch and plays the pluck, one tune higher than the other.

Knocking on the door twice, Wu Jiu bent down and put down the food box in his hand, which contained a dish of side dishes and a bowl of clear porridge. This was specially ordered by Mrs. Wu. The sick people don't want to see meat, so give it to the young master. The food should not be stained with oil or water.

The door swung open with a creak, revealing a stream of wet, gloomy light, casting a long, thin and bony shadow on the ground.

"Master, today's meal."

Before the words fell, the people inside suddenly began to cough like a sieve. He coughed so earth-shatteringly, and he was so strong that he didn't look like a dying patient. Wu Jiu knew that even a strong man couldn't hold back the young master now. coughing, so he smiled and watched the young master coughing while covering his face, waiting patiently for him to calm down.

If his wife hadn't asked him to report the young master's condition frequently, he would have disliked the sickness in him and would never have stayed for another quarter of an hour.

Wu Yi coughed for a long time, then raised his head from his pale hands, and said softly, "Okay, you can go down."

Wu Jiu looked at him cautiously, and his heart skipped a beat, which gave him a big jump.

——When I saw him a few days ago, I still had a human figure, but today I really don't know if he is a man or a ghost. His originally handsome and upright features were so thin that they lost their shape, and his crystal clear eyes were burnt out by the fire. Only the cold and empty eyes were left, revealing a coldness unique to patients.

A healthy person became skinny and skinny within two or three months. Wu Jiu couldn't help holding her breath, fearing that she would blow the frail patient to the ground in one breath.

Industry.

Wu Jiuza muttered a few words in his heart, and left the other courtyard under Wu Yi's tired and impatient eyes.

As soon as Wu Jiu left, Wu Yicai slowly squatted down, picked up the plate of cold food on the ground, and carefully placed it on the dusty Eight Immortals peach wood table in the room.

Although the food is a little crude, I don't worry about it. Mrs. Wu has always been gentle and virtuous, and she never wants to be accused of abusing her stepson. Even in this sparsely populated courtyard, she took the initiative to invite Wu The master of the family assigned Wu Yi to live alone, otherwise, the master Wu might not remember that he had a son who was sick and survived.

It's no wonder he's always confused. Just by Wu Jiu's ugly face, Wu Yi also knows how sick and weak this body looks. A few pennies bet on when he would die.

Not only did Wu Yi not die as scheduled, but he also lived in the courtyard of the Wu family begging for nothing, ate the rice of the Wu family, and harassed the Wu family every now and then. There lived a lingering wild ghost, who was often threatened by the old wives to throw him in if he didn't obey.

Wu Yi stared intently at the porridge in front of him. The clear soup with little water could just reflect a distorted human face. The cheekbones protruded like two strange stones, and the chin was so sharp that it could poke other people's eyes. The skin was so thin. Like a piece of paper, it can barely wrap around the bones of a lonely person.

It's hard to imagine that people can be so thin.

How long has this man been sick?How sick is it?With his left hand resting on his right wrist, he could barely feel the pulse of this body, and after sitting here for a while, he already felt that more than 200 bones in his body were trembling wearily.

There was a hidden burning pain in his chest, which quickly spread throughout his body like a ball of fire. Wu Yi propped himself on the table weakly, but his eyes were sober.

Perhaps this body is not terminally ill at all, but dead.

This kind of morbid way of living is no different from death. Maybe the original owner passed away because he couldn't bear the pain.

What was it that made him so sick?

Wu Yi felt a sudden jump under his fingertips, like a small stone floating in the waves for a moment, feebly pushing against the light blue blood vessel.

This is soybean pulse.

Wu Yi sighed deeply.

When he was in modern times, he had sighed countless times at such a result, but he never thought that one day he would encounter this terrible disease himself.

leukemia.

Wu Yi even felt relieved after reading the three words silently from the bottom of his heart. Even in a modern society where science is prosperous, the chances of curing this disease are about the same as winning the lottery. Almost ready to pack up and prepare to die again.

It's not that I don't save you, it's that you are hopeless, brother.

Just as Wu Yi was preparing himself mentally and was about to say goodbye to this strange era, he heard a knock on the door.

Then came the voice of a childish child.

"My lord, I'm here to pay you a tribute!" The child seemed to put something on the door, and then there was a crisp "bang", Wu Yi's forehead tightened in empathy, but the little thing outside the door Without even taking a big breath, he kowtowed several times on the ground.

"Master Digong, when do you think my mother will get well?" The child timidly talked to the "Digong" inside the door, his nose twitched, and he cried softly, "You have eaten so much of my bullshit!" Cake, why is my mother still not well..."

Wu Yi couldn't help feeling sad and funny.

The children outside the door obviously misunderstood the meaning of the old woman, and mistakenly thought that there were some great heroes and gods living here, and even brought tribute here.

The mustache in his mouth must have been swallowed by Wu Yi, who used to eat leftovers every day.

"My father said that my mother spent a lot of money on medical treatment. We will not be able to eat mustaches every day in the future. If you don't save my mother, I will not be able to bring you mustaches in the future."~

The more the child cried and complained, the more wronged he became, and he didn't even notice that the door opened.

It wasn't until a gloomy figure shrouded his head that he raised his head belatedly, looking up at the old man who suddenly became active.

Then, "Wow" cried out.

Wu Yi originally wanted to tease him, but he didn't expect him to cry out of fright, so he hurriedly half coaxed and half threatened: "If you cry again, I won't save your mother."

The heart-piercing crying stopped abruptly as if his throat was being choked, and the child stared at him blankly, and hiccupped unsatisfactorily.

Translucent tears hung in a pair of watery eyes, and he squeezed hard to dare not fall out. Wu Yi felt soft-hearted, and his tone softened: "Why are you crying?"

The child's nose twitched and turned red like a radish, but he didn't reply, he just looked at him with infinitely aggrieved eyes, as if he was asking, do you still want me to say it?

Wu Yi touched his cheek subconsciously, well, this look is indeed quite scary now, there is no need for makeup to play tricks.

"What's your name?" Wu Yi changed the question.

The child hesitated for a moment, but replied obediently: "My name is Li Jing."

Little Li Jing was simply frightened by Wu Yi's half-human, half-ghost appearance.

Wu Yi stretched out his hand and stroked the little guy's head. The soft yellow hair felt like a kitten that just gave birth. Li Jing was obviously shocked and let him stroke the top of his head several times.

"You want me to save your mother?"

The little boy nodded his head fiercely, and tears welled up in his eyes again: "Master Landlord, please save my mother, I will give you pancakes every day from now on, okay?"

Wu Yi lowered his eyes and looked at the child who was still kneeling on the ground. No matter how straight his back was, he could reach his thighs. He looked like he was five or six years old at most, and he just raised his neck so high, as if he was looking up at a god.

Wu Yi sighed helplessly.

"Okay, take me to see your mother."

outside the hospital.

The setting sun is about to burn.

Li Fu, the old slave of the Li family, was waiting for his little master. He was anxious like a groundhog poking his head, tiptoeing from time to time to look at the Wu family courtyard which was rumored to be haunted.

If I don't go back again, I'm afraid the master will become suspicious. You must know that he brought the young master to such an ominous place, and a whip is indispensable. The more Li Fu thought about it, the more anxious he became, he stomped his foot on the ground, and couldn't help but let out an "ouch" Sigh out.

Contrary to him, behind him was a big brown-headed horse with a shiny coat, swinging its hooves leisurely, blowing out two streams of hot air from its nostrils, and looking around disdainfully.

Just as each person was hesitating, he heard the creaking of the back door of the other courtyard. Li Fuxi raised his eyebrows and shouted in a low voice: "Young master! This way!"

The scene that followed froze the smile that had just emerged from him.

Behind his young master, there is still a pale and thin figure floating faintly.

Li Jing happily threw herself into Li Fu's arms, completely unaware of the stiff expression on her old servant's face.

"Ouch, this old slave's waist...young master... this, who is this?"

"He's a land lord!" Li Jing clinged to his arms, pointing her chubby little finger at Wu Yi behind him, "I spent a lot of money to invite him out."

Wu Yi also never expected that the little guy who accidentally broke into the forbidden area was actually a rich young master. Just as he was thinking about how to explain, Li Fu's complexion changed, he put his arms around Li Jing, and knelt down with a plop.

"Master Di Gong, my son is young and ignorant, if you offend me, please don't remember the villain..." Li Fu's head hit the ground like raindrops, Wu Yi felt a headache when he heard it, so he had to stop him Put, let him stand up.

"How do you know that I am... the Lord Landlord?"

Li Fu smiled cautiously: "When the villain was in Chang'an, he heard the great master say that the faces of the gods are full of heaven like yours, with four corners rising up. This is called the appearance of the five mountains, and it is a symbol of a landlord. Therefore, the villain is arrogant. Since I speculate on your identity, I still hope that there will be a large number of Lord Digong."

The corners of Wu Yi's mouth twitched when he heard that, what kind of face is he called?This is clearly a sick look.

Feudal superstition is harmful to people.

Li Jing was concerned about his mother, secretly tugged on Wu Yi's cuff, and urged him to follow her home with wet eyes.

Seeing this, Li Fu hastily asked Wu Yi to get on the horse, and hugged Li Jing behind him, but he himself led the horse in front of him with great humility, and led the two of them slowly towards Li's residence.

The author has something to say:

Soybean veins are cancer veins. It is very reliable to roughly diagnose leukemia by combining symptoms and age, but it is definitely impossible to classify~

Fixed the bug. There was no such thing as steamed stuffed buns in the Tang Dynasty. Hubing is the really popular 'steamed stuffed bun'.