Practicing Medicine in the Tang Dynasty

Only a few steps out of the big tent, Shen Hanshan bumped into Wu Yi and Li Jing who came in a hurry.

"It's Senior Brother Xu..."

Shen Hanshan's eyes turned cold: "The traitor Xu Rong has been killed by Silla people, and there is no such person in Taichang Temple since then."

As soon as these words came out, it was like a sharp ice pick that pierced into Wu Yi's heart fiercely. After a moment of pain, there was a chill that pierced his heart.

The smallpox epidemic is inherently prone to landslides and floods, but it cannot happen without a reason.

It was Xu Rong who exchanged his own life for this tragic victory.

But this hard-won victory can only be attributed to the words "God bless us" in the end.There will be no description of them in the history books, and what will be left to future generations is still a prosperous Tang Dynasty with unparalleled benevolence and virtue.

And what these little people who have been annihilated in history can get is nothing but the infamy of a traitor.

Wu Yi's lack of rest was in a trance, and even the light wind passing by was like a powerful hand, trying to throw him to the ground.

Seeing that his expression was abnormal, Li Jing hurriedly pressed his body against his back, and regarded himself as a wall and a stick for his master to hold him up.

Wu Yi originally had many doubts, such as how Xu Rong got the smallpox scab, and how he gained the trust of the Xinluo Army, but all the questions seemed to have been resolved in the teacher's heavy and sad eyes. answer.

"We've won and sacrifices are inevitable."

Shen Hanshan's words were mixed with the autumn wind that pierced his bones, like a thin needle, piercing Wu Yi's nerves that had been tense for dozens of days.

Yeah, they've won anyway.

His head sank, and he fell back, falling into a tough and warm embrace.

"Master!"

Li Jing's anxious voice lingered in his ears, he really wanted to speak, but he didn't even have the strength to open his eyelids.

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When he woke up again, the sky had changed its color, and the fireworks that soared into the sky before had disappeared without a trace, leaving only the long white clouds in sight, as if the fierce battle before had never existed.

Looking to the side, I saw Li Jing's head buried beside him, like a chick hiding under the wings of a hen, trying to arch his head towards him.

As if sensing Wu Yi's gaze, Li Jing, who was sleeping soundly lying beside the bed, also woke up from the dream in a daze.

Li Jing watched over him while sleeping like this, apparently he didn't sleep well, and there were two heavy dark circles on his handsome face, just like the two blemishes on a fine jade piece, it made people feel distressed just looking at it .

"What time is it?" Wu Yi stood up and dressed while looking at the sky outside.

"It's been a quarter of the time." Li Jing first brought a bowl of steaming porridge from the small wooden table next to him, and handed it to Wu Yi, "Drink the porridge first, and then go out."

Wu Yi didn't try to shirk, after sleeping for almost ten hours, his stomach was already rumbling.

A mouthful of warm porridge warmed his stomach, and he felt that this body had come alive again. Before Wu Yi had time to talk to Li Jing, he simply packed up his clothes and hurried to the back camp where manpower was scarce. .

In Nanding's tent, the doctors were also busy.

Although the war on the front line has temporarily come to an end, the tasks in the rear battalion are far from over, especially the seriously injured soldiers in the Nanding tent, which still need their constant supervision and treatment.

But no one complained.

If it wasn't for these soldiers risking their lives to defend Maixiao City, they probably wouldn't even have the chance to be busy here.

Even an old man like Hu Zhilin, who has seen big wind and waves, can't help but sigh: "Fortunately, God protects me, Datang, so that our old bones will not be exposed in the wilderness."

He has been in Chang'an for a long time, so he doesn't know much about the situation on the front line of Silla.However, Yi Que knew very well that there had been many frictions between Silla and the Tang army in the past few years, and such a situation had never happened. The narrow victory this time could not be explained simply by the right time and place.

In the past few days, the only ones who disappeared inexplicably from the army were Xu Rong, San Maoer and others.

Xu Rong had already been beheaded by the enemy, and Sanmao'er might be more or less fortunate. Although Yi Que hadn't guessed seven or eight points like Wu Yi, he already had an idea in his mind.

This is war, and bloodshed and sacrifice are inevitable, and what these military doctors can do is to stick to the rear camp and snatch the people who are still on the front line of life and death from Yan Moye.

While he was full of melancholy, he saw Wu Yi and Li Jing walking quickly.

The three of them met each other and nodded slightly. Even if they had greeted each other, no one had time to chat for a few days before returning to their busy work.

After the bloody battle, the power of the Nanding Tent was truly revealed.

Yi Que was surprised to find that under centralized management and care, these seriously injured patients could receive care and observation for [-] hours, almost as long as there was something wrong, they could be discovered and dealt with by the doctor on duty.

As a result, the death rate of the wounded has been greatly lowered than before. As long as the injury is not fundamental, almost all can survive.

He quickly reported this to Li Jinxing, and suggested that the practice of Nanding tent be reported to the imperial court so that it could be implemented among all Tang troops.

After Li Jinxing personally inspected the back camp, he also felt that this approach was quite desirable. Taking advantage of the rewards, he bought the memorial of Xiaocheng's victory in the First World War, and brought up the matter of Nanding's account by the way.

It's just that Wu Yi's name is not included in this memorial.

This is something that Yi Que only found out when he was awarded the award later. He never expected that General Li, who has always been cautious, would play tricks on this matter and put all the credit for the Nanding account on Yi Que himself. up.

In fact, it's not that Li Jinxing doesn't like Wu Yi, he even admires this brave young man, but who made him Shen Hanshan's disciple and the reserve force of Empress Wu?

Coupled with the fact that he has a close relationship with Li Jing, the king of Nan'an County, Li Jinxing is of course unwilling to cultivate confidantes for his political opponents.

Regarding everything that happened after this autumn, Wu Yi didn't feel particularly wronged. After all, this idea was not his original idea. As long as Mr. Nightingale's name is still on it, it is already well deserved.

Of course, this is all for later.

After more than a month of recuperation, these Tang medical officers who came from afar boarded the carriage again, and embarked on the journey back to Chang'an amidst the soldiers' orderly farewell.

Contrary to the haste when they came, the return journey with victory seemed very brisk. Without the imminent war and life-and-death rescue, they, the imperial doctors who usually sleep peacefully, realized the value of peace.

In a relaxed mood, I couldn't help but lift the curtain and enjoy the scenery along the way.

"Look." When passing by Meizhou, Qin Minghe couldn't help sighing in a low voice, "The late rice here grows really well."

Wu Yi looked out from the curtain of the car that was lifted by the autumn wind, and he saw a golden rice field. The plump ears of wheat reflected the bright autumn sun, and the wind formed waves of golden waves, which was really beautiful.

"Isn't this the field of King Chongji of Yongning County?" Shen Hanshan sighed in admiration, "At the beginning, the prince put forward the idea of ​​'raising the land with the land', which shows that he has a unique vision."

These words are an insinuation that Zhang Wenguan, who refuted this view at the beginning, was narrow-minded and short-sighted.

After Wu Yi heard this, his heart felt heavy.

During the Xianheng period, there was a severe drought all over the world. It was because Emperor Xiaojing adopted Wang Chongji's view of "raising the land with the land" and ordered the East Palace to take the lead in opening a warehouse to provide food, which immediately attracted hundreds of officials to follow suit, which temporarily alleviated the famine crisis at that time.

The Sri Lankan has passed away, but this very scientific method was not adopted by the Emperor and Empress. Only Wang Chongji and his family persisted, stubbornly burying the autumn rice that grew in the first year.

After a few years now, the scenery of the fields is quite different from the old days. On the other hand, almost all of the land that has been exhausted and farmland is green and yellow, and it seems that there will be another severe drought.

If there is a spirit of filial piety to the emperor, he will definitely sigh for the disasters that followed in the Tang Dynasty.

Thinking of that keen insightful young man with clear black and white and those clear and deep eyes, Wu Yi seemed to have been uncovered by someone an old scar in his heart, and the pain made him tremble slightly.

"Master." Li Jing put on a thick cloak for him, and held his trembling hands, "Are you cold?"

Wu Yi was wrapped tightly by him, and there seemed to be a warm current passing through his heart.

He held these young, flexible hands instead: "I'm not cold."

While speaking, he remembered something that he hadn't finished talking about a few days ago.

"That day you said you had something to tell me, what exactly is it?"

Li Jing was slightly taken aback, as if he hadn't expected that he would still remember what he said during the war that day.

"Actually, it's not a big deal." Li Jing rarely showed a bit of shyness, looked at Shen Hanshan who was looking at the scenery, bit his lips and stopped talking.

Wu Yi knew that he was taboo about having an elder like Shen Hanshan around, so he was embarrassed to reveal his private affairs.

Thinking about it carefully, after all, Li Jing has reached Mu Shaoai's age, maybe she just fell in love with some girl, and wants him, a master, to give her advice?

The women he can get in touch with are either rich or noble, and they are naturally high branches that he, a down-and-out county king, can hardly cling to. It is normal to be a little embarrassed.

He pondered in his heart for a long time, and listed all the women that Li Jing could get in touch with, but he didn't realize who was particularly noticed by his apprentice.

Is it Taiping?

Wu Yi was taken aback by his own thoughts.

Although he is not good at studying history, he also knows the name of Taiping's first husband, Xue Shao. Xue Shao's unparalleled handsome face in the TV series has captivated the hearts of many boys and girls.

Xue Shao in this era is also a beautiful man who is famous in Chang'an, and his family background and status are first-class. If he wants to compete with him, Wu Yi will feel the sweat for his little apprentice.