Practicing Medicine in the Tang Dynasty

Wu Yi looked towards the door, and it really was Li Jing's child, who was turning over the threshold with his hands and feet screaming, and his eyes collided with the owner of this room unexpectedly, and he instantly became a little stone man, dumbfounded in a daze. in place.

"What?" Wu Yi lifted his chin. Could it be that he has grown a beard?

Li Jing stared at him strangely, with timid eyes. After a long time, he said softly, "Master Digong...why did you change your appearance?"

"Well..." Wu Yi's condition has improved quite a bit, his face has grown a little, and gradually revealed his original handsome and upright appearance, "Didn't your father teach you that all gods can change ninety-nine and 81?"

Li Jingfei also ran to his side, raised his head, and stared at Wu Yi's face seriously with his small face in his hands: "My father said that gods will never grow old or die, but the gods my father invited in the past , all have the beards of old elders, and have many wrinkles."

While talking, he gesticulated wildly on his face, his little paws were fooled for a long time, like a kitten licking its paws to wash its face.

Wu Yi couldn't help pinching his cheek: "You remember what your father said clearly, so why did you run out to play again after being disobedient?"

"I didn't come out to play..." Li Jing retorted vaguely with puffed cheeks, "Daddy asked me to invite you to our house."

"It's a lie, little guy, how could your father let you come here alone?"

"Really!" Li Jing stood on tiptoe, thumping anxiously, "Daddy said that you are a traitor and don't show your face, please come to my house for a while... Huh."

The thin-skinned and tender face was flattened and rounded by Wu Yino in his hands. It felt soft and glutinous, and the texture was smooth and tender. It was just like the soup-filled steamed buns he used to bring every morning.

Pinch it again, poke it twice, put it in the palm of your hand and clap your hands contentedly.

"Should I tell the truth?"

The stuffed little bun twitched his nose and made a gesture of crying for him. Before he could cry out, Wu Yi raised the corners of his mouth—the pair of smiling eyes quietly Looking at him, there was an obvious threat in his peaceful eyes.

Li Jing is very familiar with this feeling.

Every time when he was sick and had a fever, when the doctors coaxed him to drink those bitter and astringent medicinal soups, they looked at him with this kind of seemingly harmless eyes.

The aggressive crying and howling suddenly weakened, and turned into a choke in the spring breeze and rain: "My mother has recovered."

It seems that Li Sujie is not too pedantic, but Wu Yi has a little more estimate of this master Li who listens to advice and accepts advice.

"Then why are you looking for me?"

"...Eat Hubing." Tears flashed in Li Jing's eyes, this time he was genuinely wronged, "My father taught me that the kindness of a drop of water is repaid by the spring, so I hid a few Hubing and left it for me. You, come with me to get it."

He is obviously a son and a young master, but he is full of nonsense when he talks about it. Wu Yi can't help but have deep doubts about the economic strength of the Li family.

Li Jing's nose twitched and he choked, looking like he wanted to cry but didn't dare to cry.

Wu Yi had no choice but to bend down, take out a clean white towel and wipe his wet nose: "Blow your nose."

The little bun puffed his cheeks and blew vigorously, squeezed out tears and snot, his little face was flushed, finally showing a little childishness.

Wu Yi wiped Li Jing's face meticulously, hung the white towel on Li Jing's narrow belt, and wiped off the water on his palm.

"Then, did your father ever teach you a word called breaking your promise and getting fat?"

Li Jing looked up at him and shook his head honestly.

"The meaning of this word is that if you don't keep your promise, you will become very fat. Since I have eaten your mustache and agreed to your request, saving your mother is what I should do."

He smiled slightly, and continued to talk nonsense with the children: "Look at me, I'm so thin, it's because I never break my promise, so you don't have to be grateful to me."

Li Jing rubbed his red pointed nose in doubt, and thought over what Wu Yi said, as if it made sense.

When two people, one big and one small, were looking at each other at the door, the back door suddenly squeaked, and a footstep ran over the fallen wood, startling Li Jing to run behind Wu Yi like a rabbit.

It was Li Sujie who came.

He glanced inward, and saw his son hiding behind Wu Yi, with a small snow-white face protruding out, his wet eyes glistening with water, obviously terrified.

Realizing that his complexion was not good, Fang Fang raised his hand and pressed his forehead, trying to calm down his serious expression: "Jing'er, come out, I don't need a ruler to hit your palm."

This kind of empty talk that has never been practiced throughout the ages obviously has no credibility at all. Li Jing grabbed Wu Yi's clothes and shook his head resolutely.

Seeing the wide-eyed and small-eyed look of the father and son, Wu Yi sighed silently, turned his backhand, grabbed the back collar and threw the little thing out like a cat.

Li Jing half fell on his father's shoe, and was hugged back into his arms. Li Sujie, seeing Wu Yi's face, didn't attack immediately, and just tapped his son's forehead lightly as a lesson.

"The child is young and ignorant, causing trouble for the immortal."

"I didn't!" Li Jing couldn't stay in his father's arms like a jaggery, and crawled out of his neck, "I'm here to invite immortals to eat rice cakes. Didn't my father teach me to repay my kindness?"

The child's words were unintentional, but it sounded to his ears as if his father had meant what he said.

Li Sujie's expression froze, and he twitched his lips in embarrassment, showing an embarrassed smile.

It wasn't that he was heartless, the Li family was already in such a poor state, he had been thinking about it for several days but he couldn't come up with something that he could give to Wu Yi as a gift.

Yuci's gadgets are all registered and immovable, and he is always ready to be ransacked. The old man's carved mahogany table has only two or two meals of clear soup and white water all year round, and his own home is almost uncookable.

Wu Yi glanced sideways at his hesitant expression, his heart was like a mirror, knowing that his family was in distress, he conveniently found a step for Mr. Li to go down.

"Since you want to repay your kindness so much, do one thing for me." He glanced at Li Jing, "There should be a lot of toads in the pond at this time of year, so ask your servant to catch a few for me. Come, it’s just that the toad skin is poisonous, so you can only catch it with a net, and you can’t touch it with your hands. After you catch it, put it in a bucket and put it in the sun to dry.”

Li Jingzai listened carefully, remembering every word in his heart, and nodded vigorously.

Li Sujie has been wandering for many years, his heart is not wide, but his vision is not small, and he immediately heard the key point: "Is the immortal going to make toad cake? I heard that this medicinal material is very poisonous. I don't know which recipe the immortal uses?"

Wu Yi's heart brightened, maybe this Master Li could really help him.

"This recipe is extremely poisonous, but it is an absolutely life-saving recipe." He suppressed his smile and said solemnly, "In addition to Toad Su, I need several other medicinal materials. Can you help me find them?"

Among the medicinal materials Wu Yi talked about, the most terrible ones were toad venom and arsenic |shuang. Toad venom can be processed, but arsenic |

Li Sujie gathered her five fingers together, and a thin piece of paper creaked in her hand.

The words on it were crooked and slanted out, which was a bit of the wild style of an imperial doctor's prescription. Li Sujie listened attentively and Wu Yi explained it, so she barely understood this prescription full of insane characters.

"Since Taizong, my dynasty has explicitly prohibited the sale of poisonous substances, and the purchase must be made by a doctor selected by the Taichang Temple." He stared for a moment, and his eyes fell on Wu Yi's skinny cheeks, "The immortal is also a good hand , don’t you know any government officials?”

Wu Yi picked up a huanghuali wooden chair that had been polished and polished over the years and sat down. He took a breath, and his heart was clear. Li Sujie invited him into the mansion for a discussion, and he felt somewhat uneasy.

"If I have a way to go, I don't need to bother you." He opened his mouth and told the truth without any hint of concealment, "To tell you the truth, I am not a fairy or Taoist priest, but I just have a little knowledge of medicine. This prescription, It’s also for myself.”

Li Sujie's eyebrows twitched, and she couldn't hold back her surprised expression: "You use such a poisonous prescription yourself?"

Wu Yi's expression was calm as usual: "Poison and medicine are originally in the same line. Ginseng used in summer is poison, and arsenic toad venom is medicine when used properly. The soil on the ground, earthworms in the field, and leeches by the river can all be concocted into medicine, so why not?" What about the so-called poison prescription?"

This is easy to say, but the insights contained in it are far beyond what a young man in a remote village can get.

Li Su's eyes sank, and for the first time, he looked at the thin and thin boy in front of him with serious eyes - the neck bent by the disease was as thin as a piece of dead wood, but he supported a sober and calm head.

If it wasn't for the terminal illness, this person would have become a great talent.

He still retains the sharp and shrewd eyes of Li Tang's royal family, and with just a glance, he can see the infinite future that Wu Yi is carrying on his thin shoulders.

Today's emperors and empresses are all people who respect doctors and Taoism, and capable warlocks have a place in the Daming Palace. If he throws in peaches now, maybe he can really be counted on to save the lives of his family in the future.

He weighed the pros and cons in his heart, and immediately made a decision.

"Come with me." He put down a bamboo curtain, turned and walked into the inner room.

Wu Yi slowly turned into the inner room with slow steps. Li Sujie had already taken out a finely carved red sandalwood box from a section of the bookcase. He pulled off the lid of the box, revealing a box of white powder like salt sand.

Wu Yi took the box from him, put it under his nose and slapped it slightly with his palm, and the smell of bitter almonds came.

"This is... a gift from my parents."

Li Sujie originally wanted to reveal her identity, but she didn't want her impoverished situation to insult the honorable name of Li Tang's royal family, so she smiled obscurely, with bitterness on her lips and teeth.