Practicing Medicine in the Tang Dynasty

Li House.

At the beginning of the lights, the red light shines brightly.

On the door of Xiao's bedroom, there were two paintings of dragons and snakes, which were gifted by Li Sujie, who specially invited someone from Chang'an to serve the Daming Palace. He chose a good day to hang on the top of the door for Xiao.

He went to the doctor in a hurry, and he didn't care about any strange powers, as long as he could keep his first wife safe and sound, he didn't care who that person was.

It's a pity that the mountains in Yuanzhou are so high that the emperor is far away, and the immortals can't reach them. The magic power to protect the emperor and empress seems to be unable to recover at this corner.

But her husband, the majestic fourth prince, could only sit by the bed and worry.

After all, Yuanzhou was far away from people, and the most shrewd doctor could not compare to the lowest-ranked imperial physician, let alone cured Xiao Shi's illness.

Li Sujie once looked at Chang'an in the northwest, Chang'an was far away from the green hills, and after looking at it for a long time, he couldn't help but feel sore.

In fact, Empress Wu didn't treat him too badly, at least she didn't demote him as a commoner, and even gave him the name of a county king, and exiled him to this land rich in water and rice.

Yuanzhou used to be called Yichun, the climate is warm and humid, and the soil is fertile. As long as you devote yourself to self-cultivation, it is actually not too difficult to live an ordinary life without worrying about food and clothing.

If it wasn't for Xiao's illness.

If it wasn't because of his wife's illness, Li Sujie actually didn't have any hatred for his cowardly father and bullying stepmother.

He has learned to live with the situation during the journey of being relegated year after year, and in the days of being displaced, it seems that all he has left is the steadfast Xiao family, and a few grandchildren who are nothing to do with country children. different children.

The prince's wife, the daughter-in-law of the emperor's family, is now so reduced that she can't even look after a better doctor, so she can only lie on the bed waiting to die.

Li Sujie didn't even dare to look up to the sky and sigh, he was afraid that the empress who was at the top of the sky would hear his complaints and mercilessly take away even the last bit of peace and tranquility.

So he could only continue to look down at the ground, at the strange soil and the shabby new house, at his wife's pair of embroidered shoes that he hadn't put on for a long time, and his heart was full of helplessness.

But this time, something different seemed to break into the long-closed Li Mansion.

"Master, the young master has invited the land master!"

After all, Li Sujie is not the uneducated Li Fu, nor the young and ignorant Li Jing. He just stepped into the hall, and when he saw Wu Yi, who was described as miserable, he knew that this person was not a Gaoshi Xianren at all, at best, he was just a trickster. Warlock.

He frowned: "Jing'er is ignorant, so are you ignorant?"

Li Fu was slightly taken aback, and hurriedly asked Wu Yi to take a seat: "Yes, yes, immortal, please take a seat, it was a small negligence."

Li Sujie's eyebrows twitched, and he almost spit out blood, Li Fu was still the head eunuch who served him when he was King Yong, and now he has fallen into this situation with him, the only thing that remains the same is that blind man's eyesight.

Wu Yi also saw that the owner of Li's mansion had sharp eyes and ears, which was completely different from the two idiots, one big and one small.

Although Li's mansion is simple and small, it is kept spotless. The master's self-cultivation is like the bricks and tiles here, and he is restrained.

He smiled slightly and said: "No need, I'm just receiving the salary of the young master to see the doctor of the respected wife, and I won't stay here for a long time."

Li Sujie was quite skeptical: "Dare to ask your name? I have stayed in Yuanzhou for several months, but I don't seem to have heard of your name."

"Young master invited me here, of course because people who have heard of my name are helpless." Wu Yi replied calmly, "If that's the case, what's so important if you know my name?"

Li Sujie choked when he questioned him back, and his disdainful expression aroused some interest: "In this case, does the immortal know what kind of disease Zhuojing is suffering from?"

In fact, on the way here, Li Jing had already read Xiao Shi's symptoms and Wu Yi one by one.

Since Xiao Shi came to Yuanzhou, she started to cough and have fever from time to time. Even she herself thought it was just typhoid fever in early spring, so she didn't take it to heart.

Unexpectedly, several months have passed, but her body has been getting worse and worse. Today, she is so weak that she can't even get out of bed.

Li Sujie loved his wife as much as he wanted, and sent ginseng and snow lotus to Xiao's house with flowing water, which made his family poor, and she didn't see any improvement in her illness.

Only then did he panic, and hastily asked Chang'an's Nanshan Immortal to personally make amulets and paste them on the doors and windows, but it was of no avail.

That's why Li Jing went to Wu's House to give out pancakes every day.

It is true that like father like son, fathers are so unreliable, no wonder the whole family is so superstitious.

Wu Yi was preoccupied. After weighing it for a moment, he said cautiously: "Human life is at stake. I must personally see how your wife is doing."

Li Sujie looked at him dubiously, hesitating in his heart, the kid Li Jing beside him eagerly took Wu Yi's hand and pulled him to Xiao's ward.

Mrs. Xiao was reclining sickly on the couch, when she suddenly heard a commotion of footsteps outside the door, Li Jing rushed into the room first, and yelled loudly through a huge screen: "Mother!"

Then came a light and weak voice: "Your mother's doors and windows have never been opened?"

Li Jing nodded honestly.

"This screen is also placed here by your father?"

It was Li Fu who answered: "This is an embroidered screen bestowed by the palace in previous years. The master has always treasured it very much. This time I invited it out for the sake of my wife. The Nanshan fairy said that the yang energy in the palace is only suppressed." Can live in the yin of this place."

Li Sujie gave a faint "hmm", indicating that what Li Fu said was true.

For his wife, he did not hesitate to give up everything.

Wu Yi shook his head secretly, but his face was still calm: "Can you let me see Madam?"

Li Sujie was about to speak, when a soft voice suddenly came from behind the screen: "I am sorry for your troubles, please don't stick to small details."

With Xiao's permission, Wu Yi walked into the screen. Li Sujie also wanted to follow, but was blocked by the hanging curtain.

Li Fu hurriedly stopped him: "Master, the way of the immortals, we don't dare to spy on the secrets of heaven without authorization."

Li Sujie glared at him resentfully, but stopped lifting the curtain with his hands, so he could only step back and sit at the carved elm table outside the screen, pouring himself a bowl of tea anxiously.

Unexpectedly, before the bowl of tea was finished, Wu Yi stepped back from the curtain and nodded slightly to Li Sujie: "I have written the prescription for Mrs. Zun, if you want to cure her illness, You have to do it according to my prescription."

Li Sujie rushed into the curtain suspiciously, and Xiao Shi was really leaning on the bed rail, holding a piece of paper in his hand, with a bewildered expression on his face.

He took the unremarkable piece of paper, and there was only one word on it.

mouth.

What does it mean?

"The immortal said, this word is my cause of disease." Xiao repeated Wu Yi's words unchanged, "My concubine's illness comes from the mouth, and ginseng nourishes Qi, but in the July sky it causes Closing the Qi is a poison that is invaded by evil, so you only need to stop the medicine for self-cultivation, eat a light diet, open the door wide, remove the screen, ventilate the sun, remove dampness and ward off evil spirits, and the disease will be cured naturally, and the disease will be healed without medicine."

On the other side, Wu Yi hastily bid farewell to the Li residence and returned to the Wu family's other courtyard.

Xiao's disease, to put it bluntly, is a disease of wealth.

No matter how precious medicinal materials are, if they are not used at the right time and dosage, they can become invisible poisons that kill people.

Summer is the biggest taboo of taking ginseng. Li Sujie poured soup and medicine on his wife like a medicine jar, so that her breath was trapped in her heart, and her illness persisted until today.

He has already pointed out the way to save people, and it is the Li family's own business whether they are willing to obey.

He returned to his lonely and lonely courtyard, the sparse stars in the sky cast a little hazy cold light, which fell on the unfrequented steps in front of the door, reflecting a smear of green moss.

Wu Yi slowly opened the door, walked to the table under the bright starlight, sat down and gasped for breath.

Soon, tiredness came to mind uncontrollably.

Got it— got it—

Xia Chan outside the window is still chirping non-stop, adding a bit of hot atmosphere to the steamer-like laboratory. Wu Yi is buried in a heavy lab coat, sitting at the table, pushing his black-rimmed glasses , searching for new methods of anesthesia for animal surgery in the electronic library.

"Too much alcohol?" Senior Brother Zhou walked past him unexpectedly, his eyes glanced sharply, "The times are regressing, and we are going to be reduced to using alcohol for anesthesia."

Wu Yi browsed through the quite old literature at a glance, and waved his hands helplessly: "Now that anesthetic control is implemented, we will not be able to use sodium pentobarbital soon. Don't underestimate alcohol anesthesia. It is a primitive method, the more powerful anesthesiologist is needed, if you try it, even the dog may not be able to sleep through it.”

Brother Zhou told him that he was not convinced, and approached him with a playful smile: "Yes, let's study and study. If we time travel in the future, this is still a technical job."

"If you really time-traveled, who would do this? 24K purely high-risk occupation." Wu Yi shook his head with a smile, and wanted to give him a chance to start all over again, even if he was struck by lightning, he would never study medicine.

What's more, throughout the ages, all famous medical masters who have achieved success in their studies either died under the claws of the aristocratic forces, or died in the shadow of religiousism. Even Sun Simiao, a visionary figure like Sun Simiao, had to hide in the mountains and forests for a lifetime .

Immortals may not be willing to touch people's heads, but emperors always try to live forever.

"Brother, your level of thinking is still too low." Senior brother Zhou knocked a chestnut on Wu Yi's head with his backhand, half-jokingly, "Our profession is just four words, sacrifice your life for righteousness!"

boom.

With a light note, Wu Yi was startled by the pain and sat up straight from his dream.