Three Kingdoms: The Reverse Son of the Guan Family, Dragon Blessing Jingxiang

The wooden floor made a "dong-dong" sound.

Ever since Zhuge Ke, a young man from Langya, was fished out of the well, he had been anxiously pacing his study with his hands behind his back. In his hand was the "Yuan Dao" written by Guan Lin.

He passed by the door several times, hesitated for a while, sighed "Alas" and stepped back.

Mi Yang walked in and told him, "Don't sigh, the young master is back!"

With just these words, Zhuge Ke's eyes suddenly lit up.

Not long after, Guan Lin stepped in. He glanced at Zhuge Ke and immediately motioned for him to sit down.

After making several plans, the two of them knelt and sat on either side.

Speaking of which, this is the first formal meeting between Guan Lin and Zhuge Ke, a pair of young men of similar age.

The first time the two met was in the bathroom, where they were candid.

The second time, Zhuge Ke went berserk and broke in.

Ziyou Buqu poured tea for Guan Lin. Guan Lin raised the tea cup and blew it gently while asking.

"I heard Mi Yang say that you have enlightened?"

"I understand a little bit!"

"tell me the story."

"If you sit in a well and look at the sky, you will say that the sky is small, but it is not the sky that is small... You should not make a conclusion too early on everything, including the good and evil of the Fourth Young Master!"

"That's it?" Guan Lin let out a long sigh and closed his eyes, as if to erase all the glitz and glitz, and also seemed a little disappointed with Zhuge Ke's perception.

The conversation between Guan Lin and Zhuge Ke was very fast, like a quick question and answer, without giving Zhuge Ke much time to think.

"Can't you see Mount Tai with a leaf covering your eyes?" Zhuge Ke asked back.

Guan Lin shook his head again, "Isn't it just like sitting in a well and watching the sky?"

This time, it was difficult for Zhuge Ke. He thought for a moment and then said: "I know, it's prejudice!"

"The emergence of prejudice must have its own soil. While eliminating prejudice, we must retain a more complete and beautiful backbone, rather than replacing one prejudice with another. It is not necessary to eliminate prejudice while not taking care of the soil, making the soil The outbreak creates bigger problems!”

Well…

Zhuge Ke said a lot in one breath, and Guan Lin scratched his head subconsciously.

Zhuge Ke was still complacent, "Am I right?"

"——You're right about a hammer!" Guan Lin immediately retorted, pointing to a vat outside the door and loudly saying: "Let me ask you, if a three-year-old child accidentally fell into that vat ?How can you save me?"

A very simple question.

Zhuge Ke thought for a moment and then said: "I will add water or put stones in it, and then with the help of the buoyancy of the water, the child will naturally float out of the water tank."

hehe…

Hearing this, Guan Lin said "hehe".

——"Isn't this a crow drinking water?" 』

He sneered: "I hope that kid didn't choke to death by you before he surfaced! Or was crushed to death by you!"

this…

Zhuge Ke was stunned.

Seeing that Mi Yang was there, Guan Lin simply asked him the question, "Master Mi, please tell me."

Mi Yang was originally paying attention to the conversation here.

Unexpectedly, Leng Buding would throw this question to himself. Immediately...he answered from a mathematical point of view: "All I can think of is to set up three wooden boards at the mouth of the tank to form a triangle. I can squat on the three wooden boards." Get this kid out of the wooden board!"

really…

As expected by Guan Lin, Mi Yang's answer can never be separated from mathematics.

Damn it – triangles have stability!

Guan Lin sighed "Alas" and immediately said: "It's not good. What if there are no wooden boards nearby? How can we solve this problem?"

this…

Mi Yang also fell silent. For a moment, both Mi Yang and Zhuge Ke raised their eyes and looked eagerly at Guan Lin, hoping to hear the answer from his mouth.

After calling for a long time, Guan Lin finally said: "If it were me, I would just use a stone to smash this vat, so... I can rescue the child in it immediately."

"--ah…"

Mi Yang and Zhuge Ke were both shocked and looked at Guan Lin in disbelief. But thinking about it carefully, it seems that... this is indeed the fastest and best solution.

But here comes the question...why didn't they think of it?

Especially Zhuge Ke, he felt... there seemed to be a layer of something between him and Guan Lin. This layer of things made him seem like he would never be able to reach Guan Lin's "height" and "position"!

Guan Lin continued, "I smashed the vat to save people, but if you don't see the child in the vat, you will definitely blame me, misunderstand me, and say that I deliberately damaged the vat. Adding fuel to the fire, Doesn’t the image of a playboy come out? But in fact, what is my purpose? What is my true intention? I am just trying to save people!"

Guan Lin's words compared his action of saving Zhang Zhongjing to "smashing a vat" to save someone.

And what Guan Lin wants to tell Zhuge Ke and Mi Yang is much more than that.

"But...you might as well think about it, why...you can't think of smashing the vat to save people? Why do you always want to save that vat? Also, what exactly is this vat that you can't let go of?"

Speaking of this, Guan Lin looked at Zhuge Ke again.

"Once you figure this out, you will truly understand this 'original way', and your thoughts and actions will be different!"

this…

Why can't you think of it?

Why do we have to preserve that vat?

What exactly is the vat in this mouth’s heart?

Such are the three questions of the soul.

Zhuge Ke and Mi Yang couldn't help but frown. They looked at each other, but what they saw in each other's eyes was confusion, confusion, and confusion.

Guan Lin stretched his body and said, "You continue to taste it, taste it carefully... I have to go and catch up on my sleep."

Speaking of this, Guan Lin did not forget to tell Zhang Xingcai, "Sister Xingcai, if there is news from your father, tell me as soon as possible!"

Talking...

Guan Lin was about to go inside.

But at this moment...a loud and urgent voice came from outside the door.

"——Fourth Young Master, Fourth Young Master!"

Guan Lin went there in search of reputation.

——It’s Liao Hua!

Guan Lin was a little surprised. Didn't he just meet him just now? How... so fast? here we go again?

From a distance, I could only hear Liao Hua shouting.

——"An urgent message from Guan Gong, the Fourth Young Master...The Fourth Young Master has divinely determined Jingzhou!"

As soon as this statement came out...

Zhuge Ke was startled, Mi Yang was startled, but Guan Lin... He subconsciously opened his eyes and murmured in his heart.

——‘This is it, those ships have been saved, right? Dad did a great job! 』

——"But the 'Four Young Masters have divine calculations about Jingzhou'?" These words... don't sound like my father's tone! 』

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Changsha County, beside the Laodao River, next to Luohan Village.

When Diao Chan rushed back here, it was already ten minutes after sunset.

But inexplicably, Zhangjiazhuang was crowded with people, including villagers from the village, Xinglin doctors who came here to complain about Zhang Zhongjing because Diao Chan played the Dengwen drum, and people who came all the way here to seek medical advice.

Diao Chan did not see the figures of his junior brothers "Du Du" and "Wei Xun"...

——"Could it be that Master Liao lied to me?" 』

——"The two junior brothers...were they not released by Fourth Young Master Guan?" 』

Diao Chan couldn't help but think to herself.

But at this moment...

"——Kneel down!"

A low and shrill roar came from Zhangjiazhuang, from the crowd.

And as this voice reached Diao Chan's ears, her eyes suddenly narrowed, and her mood became deeply tense.

——"The adoptive father...is...the voice of the adoptive father!"

Diao Chan could not imagine that her adoptive father Zhang Zhongjing, who had been bedridden for half a year, could still roar like this...

Just like the last "elegy".

Subconsciously, Diao Chan bit her lip, no longer caring about the woman's dignity, and ran towards the crowd like crazy.

At this moment, Zhang Zhongjing was holding on to the door frame outside the house with one hand, while looking at the eldest disciple Wang Shuhe who was kneeling beside him with a sullen face.

It is obvious to see Zhang Zhongjing's state at this moment.

It is hard to imagine that this miracle doctor, who has traveled all his life, sought medicine from the mountains, visited famous doctors, and searched hard for a cure for typhoid fever, would now have a body that could be blown down by a gust of wind.

Compared with half a year ago, he has lost dozens of kilograms. The medical robe that could have been used to hold up now does not have any trace of the demeanor of a "medical saint" on him. Instead, it is as funny as wearing a crown after wearing a monkey.

The eldest disciple, Wang Shuhe, was kneeling on the ground, but You Zi supported his master's body.

Looking at the master's current appearance, he thought of "returning to the past".

What comes to mind is...is...

Every time he thought about this, he couldn't help but burst into tears.

He tried his best to support his master, raised his head, and opened his mouth in front of everyone.

"Master, this disaster was caused by the disciple. It was the disciple who insisted on not letting the Fourth Young Master Guan see the master, so this disaster was caused."

"Disciple and two junior brothers...maybe they haven't gone out for consultation for a long time. The disciples are thinking of nothing more than the last...finally to accompany the master, not to let the noise from the outside world disturb the master, to let the master rest, but...but they never want to offend him. I imprisoned the Fourth Young Master, allowed the Second Junior Brother and Third Junior Brother to be kidnapped, and asked the Senior Sister to beat the Dengwen drum, so that everyone will know about it...and even the master will know about it!"

"Master, Master, you have always taught us 'the benevolence of doctors'; taught us 'diligently seek ancient precepts and learn from all kinds of prescriptions'; taught us 'medicine is for the purpose of life, and should not be careless', and taught us 'medicine is used to help the world. Skills are more valuable than finesse. The master also said that these are all the 'virtues of a doctor'!"

"But... with the master's current appearance, how can the disciples go out to heal others with peace of mind? How dare the disciples allow patients to come to see the master and trouble the master? Master... master, you are also a patient! Disciples... carry a pot to help the world and save the world. People are "virtue", is it not "virtue" to save the master? Even if it is not "virtue", then it should be called "filial piety", right? Heaven, earth, king, relative, teacher... Just ask your heart and choose one. , There is no perfection in this world, I can’t ask for no regrets, but I can only ask for no regrets!”

Wang Shuhe said a lot in one breath.

At this time, Diao Chan also squeezed to the front, as if...she realized that because of her Dengwengu, countless people from the apricot forest poured into the Laodao River.

Everything that should be hidden... can no longer be hidden.

And the master...he...his old man knows everything.

It was precisely because of this that the master was so angry, that he did not hesitate to leave the bed, that he walked out of the house, and that he was so angry.

"——Father..."

Diao Chan quickly went to help Zhang Zhongjing... That shaky body, as light as a feather, made Diao Chan feel distressed.

Who would have thought that Zhang Zhongjing shouted sharply at Diao Chan.

——"Kneel down too!"

With a "click", Diao Chan didn't dare to make her adoptive father angry. She knelt down quickly and said, "Father, don't be angry. My daughter...my daughter shouldn't beat the Dengwen drum. My daughter...my daughter already regrets it."

"No..." But seeing Zhang Zhongjing at this moment, he seemed to have exhausted his last strength. He stood up straight and shouted with all his strength, as if he had already planned it. "Uncle He, and you...'Hongchang'!"

"master…"

"Father..."

Wang Shuhe and Diao Chan knelt in front of Zhang Zhongjing.

"Since you just said, 'There is no perfection in this world, and you will never have regrets if you don't have any regrets,' then as my teacher, today... I will teach you something at the end. This has nothing to do with medical theory, but the most important virtue of a doctor... Listen up. , Everyone has his or her own destiny. I, Zhang Zhongjing, have suffered from this serious disease, which is incurable. I don’t blame anyone! But...ahem..."

Zhang Zhongjing coughed lightly.

However, he quickly pressed his chest, as if to suppress the coughing sounds. He didn't want his final teachings to his adopted daughter and disciples to be interrupted by this damn cough again.

His voice came out again, much hoarse than before.

"——I told my teacher about 'the benevolence of doctors', 'medicine helps the world', 'diligently seek ancient teachings and learn from many methods', and 'the virtues of doctors'. I said so much, but when I was about to die, I forgot After all this, doesn’t the virtue of a doctor become something invisible and intangible?”

"Shuhe and Hongchang, it may be unfair to you to say this, but the destiny of doctors of our generation is to treat diseases and save people. If it is because of fear of death, greed for life, or survival, and forget this destiny of treating diseases and saving people, then how can we be doctors? If you can live up to your benevolence, how can you live up to your virtue?"

Zhang Zhongjing's body was shaky.

But inexplicably, when he was giving his last lecture to his disciples, he stood there, looking so tall and burly!

"——We doctors can die under the butcher's knife of this troubled world. We can die in the hall of the Prime Minister's Mansion like the miracle doctor Hua Tuo. We can die in front of tens of millions of people. But as long as we are not dead, we can still die. As long as you have a breath, you can’t retreat, and you shouldn’t retreat.”

"——We should die calmly when we die, but as long as we live, we should heal the patients, let more people see recovery, see survival, and see the hope of living, so that... we can remind the world that they can We put our lives in the hands of Xinglin without any hesitation. The benevolence and virtue of our Xinglin doctors are all true!"

"——You... ahem... what you have done is to block the door of our hospital and block the way for patients to seek medical treatment. Whether it is Mr. Guan Si or these countless patients, you are responsible for Guan Si. Young Master, isn’t that just asking the sick to blame? How can a doctor in this world ask the sick to blame? How does this make the world view us, Xinglin? How do we view doctors? How do we view the benevolence of this doctor?"

"I, Zhang Zhongjing, know that my life is not long, but before I die, I must not fall into the heart of this apricot forest. The virtues of this apricot forest. Dear doctors, Zhang, after hearing that you want to stop treating me and seek justice for me, I will fall into my apricot forest." Acts of benevolence must not be carried out. Xinglin will never refuse medical treatment. Starting from Zhang, all those who seek medical consultation, regardless of whether they have committed adultery or committed serious crimes, our doctors will not refuse anyone who comes and will treat them. , whoever comes to me, Zhang Zhongjing, for medical consultation, as long as I, Zhang Zhongjing, have a breath, I will sit in the doctor and get the prescription!"

At this point, Zhang Zhongjing shouted, "Uncle He, bring me the teacher's table and stool. Today, I will sit in front of this house for consultation. Finally, I will do one more doctor sitting in the hall to set a rule for Xinglin! You are thousands of miles away. You have come all the way to consult the doctor, Zhang will never let you return empty-handed, come and sit in the hall one by one! Take your pulse and prescribe a prescription!"

Especially the last part of "sitting in the hall, taking pulse, prescribing prescription...", Zhang Zhongjing was almost hoarse with his words.

Uncle Wang's eyes were full of tears, but You Zi followed the master and shouted:

——"My master... I'm sitting in front of my master's door. Everyone... you guys are queuing up for consultation!"

Diao Chan hugged Zhang Zhongjing's legs and kept shouting.

"Father, foster father..."

Everyone in the crowd had tears in their eyes, and no one had the heart to go up...to ask Zhang Zhongjing.

A few old doctors were still shaking their heads while trying to persuade these visitors.

"Go...go! Otherwise...you will fail Divine Doctor Zhang!"

As if they had a premonition of something, their voices were sad.

that's all…

The first patient Zhang Zhongjing saw was a severe toothache, so Zhang Zhongjing prescribed Baihu Decoction from "Treatise on Febrile and Miscellaneous Diseases".

The second patient was diabetes, also known as diabetes in later generations.

Zhang Zhongjing prescribed the Wumei Wan prescription in Treatise on Febrile Diseases and Miscellaneous Diseases.

He could no longer hold the pen, but he felt particularly steady when feeling the pulse with his index and middle fingers.

Just like the "muscle memory" formed by practicing medicine for fifty years, this "muscle memory" has completely transcended his body and almost coexists with his soul.

As long as he keeps his eyes open, he can feel his pulse and prescribe a prescription!

Zhang Zhongjing read the prescription.

"——Guizhi nine qian, dried ginger nine qian..."

Wang Shuhe repeated with suppressed tears, "Guizhi nine qian, dried ginger nine qian..." and then wrote...

Countless doctors from the Xinglin surrounding also said loudly.

"——Guizhi nine qian, dried ginger nine qian..."

It seemed that they wanted to use this voice to call Zhang Zhongjing to make him realize that they were with Divine Doctor Zhang... and also to remind Divine Doctor Zhang not to fall asleep.

Once they fall asleep, maybe...maybe, they will have to say goodbye to this medical saint forever.

"——Schisandra nine qian, bamboo leaves three qian, inula flower three qian, jujube two qian and more than half, ocher three qian..."

First came Zhang Zhongjing’s voice.

Then came Uncle Wang's voice as he put pen to paper. "Schisandra chinensis is nine qian, bamboo leaves are three qian, inula is three qian, jujube is two qian and more than half, ocher is three qian and three..."

Then came the tears filled with sadness from all the Xinglin doctors.

——"Schisandra chinensis is nine qian, bamboo leaves are three qian, inula is three qian, jujube is two qian and more than half, and ocher is three qian!"

The whole scene was completely spectacular.

Zhang Zhongjing did not forget to give instructions to the patients. "Four pounds of water, decoct one and a half pounds, divided into three times during the day and once at night, cough cough... cough cough..."

He finally couldn't help coughing anymore, but he still managed to speak to the patient.

“——Remember to be warm…warm…warm!”

"Thank you so much, Dr. Zhang..." The diabetic patient thanked him quickly. In the end, he knelt on the ground and kowtowed as if pounding garlic.

Zhang Zhongjing tried hard to help him...

But he never thought that at this moment, Zhang Zhongjing's face suddenly turned red, and his eyes suddenly seemed to freeze.

"——My tribe...my Nanyang tribe, plague...plague...typhoid, typhoid!"

He seemed to be possessed by a demon and was talking incomprehensible words. "——Why are you all dead? This epidemic...this damn epidemic...ah...ah..."

It was as if he suddenly transformed into the scene when he was young and witnessed the scene when Nanyang County was "destroyed and corpses were everywhere" due to typhoid fever and plague.

He's still talking crazy stuff.

"——Xiangyang City, Wang Shenxian, he must have a way to cure typhoid fever. I will go to Xiangyang to become a disciple... to become a disciple...;"

"——As a doctor, how can you "measure an inch but not reach a ruler, shake hands with a hand that is not enough"? How can a doctor ask for money..."

"——Looking, smelling, asking, and palpating, the dialectics of typhoid and miscellaneous diseases...the disease has different depths, so the medicines have different degrees of severity. We doctors should...be diligent...seek ancient teachings diligently, always have the ambition to help people...learn from them... Everyone, those who don’t follow the trend!”

Everyone was stunned.

Some doctors know...perhaps this is the last "reflection" of Dr. Zhang!

He is reflecting back on his life of "selfless dedication" and "great virtue as a healer"!

At this moment, a mouthful of blood suddenly spurted out from Zhang Zhongjing's throat, and the blood dripped down. He staggered, and the last bit of strength seemed to be drained from him.

His vision went dark, as if he had lost consciousness.

Diao Chan was in a daze for a moment, and Zhang Zhongjing's body fell down.

Countless people rushed forward, many of them lamenting in unison.

——"Mr. Zhang...Mr. Zhang!"

Diao Chan almost collapsed, so she quickly picked up Zhang Zhongjing.

The foster father at this moment...has a weak body, even lighter than a woman.

Wang Shuhe felt Zhang Zhongjing's breath and said, "Master is still alive, Master is still alive...hurry...help him back!"

A cold light flashed across Diao Chan's tearful eyes. She gritted her teeth and said, "You can't move... you can't move... let your adoptive father slow down. Even if he dies, his adoptive father will definitely insist on falling in this hall. , this...this must be the adoptive father's last wish!"

The words came out of his mouth.

Whether it is Zhang Zhongjing’s eldest disciple Wang Shuhe, the surrounding Xinglin doctors, or the villagers of Zhangjiazhuang, they are all patients who come to seek medical advice...

They all fell silent, and in the air there was only the sound of tearful eyes and sobs.

It seemed that in an instant, everyone had a sincere tacit understanding to say goodbye quietly to this miracle doctor who was "well-known", "highly respected" and "always had the heart to help the world".

at this time.

"--master…"

Almost at the same time, two voices groaned at the same time.

It's Zhang Zhongjing's second disciple Du Du and third disciple Wei Xun. They are back.

Seeing the master like this...

The two men stepped forward quickly.

"Master, master..."

Wang Shuhe looked very surprised, "Junior brother...you..."

Du Du and Wei Xun didn't care about that. Du Du quickly said: "Third Junior Brother, those medicinal materials that we just bought, quickly...quickly decoct them and take them, and treat them according to the conditions of moderate coke blood syndrome. Now...immediately, Xiaojian must be treated immediately." Give the medium soup to the master! And... there is also cinnamon twig and peony soup... also need to be prepared!"

Wei Xun did not hesitate.

He nodded heavily: "I...I know!"

While he was talking, he had already taken the newly purchased medicinal materials and went to decoct them.

Wang Shuhe and Diao Chan both stared at Du Du in shock...

Du Du bit his lip tightly, his eyes never leaving Zhang Zhongjing's cheek.

He was observing, observing with great detail. .

——"It matches, the symptoms of syncope are completely consistent with the symptoms in that book, so...so good, so good!" Mr. Guan Si is sincere and will not be bullied by me. He can be saved... he can be saved! 』

I thought so.

Du Du quickly answered Wang Shuhe and Diao Chan, "Senior brother and senior sister, please stop asking so many questions. I...I have a way to save the master!"

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