Xia Huo stuck his head out from around the corner and quietly looked towards the place where they were speaking.
Tang Feng stayed close to Xia Huo and wanted to take a look.
It was the end of summer, and both of them were wearing only a thin layer of clothes. Xia Huo was pressed tightly against Tang Feng and felt a little itchy. She shook her body and turned back to look at Tang Feng angrily.
Tang Feng whispered innocently: "I also want to see what happened."
Xia Huo had no choice, so he lowered his body and squatted on the ground, while Tang Feng put his hands on Xia Huo's shoulders, with their heads one on top and one on bottom, and at the same time they stretched out the corner and looked towards the firelight.
Tang Feng was slightly surprised by the scene in front of him. Around the corner was a stone chamber. The stone chamber was surrounded by moisture-proof walls made of hay, ginseng, lime and charcoal. As expected, there were piles of wooden slips placed in the stone chamber.
During Zhang Zhongjing's time, paper had not yet been invented, so bamboo slips were the most commonly used carrier of writing.
In the center of the stone room, there is a stone platform. On the stone platform, there is a bronze box filled with patina.
At this moment, the beautiful Chinese medicine doctor Mo Yan was standing proudly next to a stone platform, with a bleeding corpse lying at her feet. It was her bodyguard who looked like a lump of wood.
Not far from Mo Yan, there were two men standing, one tall and one short. It was the foreign man and one of the Xuanyuan people.
The foreigner held a completely black Browning M19 series pistol with a long protruding muzzle, which was obviously equipped with a silencer. The muzzle pointed in the direction where Mo Yan was standing.
Mo Yan looked at the foreigner proudly and said, "Peter, did you kill me today just because of these books?"
Peter said very politely: "Beautiful Miss Mo Yan, I'm sorry. You have to understand that if you don't die today, I will die."
No fear showed on Mo Yan's face, he just asked: "Peter, I just want to know, what can these books bring you?"
Peter smiled and said in blunt Chinese: "Beautiful Miss Mo Yan, haven't you discovered that pharmaceutical companies all over the world have focused on the treasure of traditional Chinese medicine. Only your local pharmaceutical company in Xuanyuan Country will take this opportunity.
Such a pile of wealth is placed in a corner, untouched.
Therefore, Miss Mo Yan, those who want these books are not only the American Fairway Company, but also other foreign pharmaceutical companies, and they are all eyeing this wealth."
Mo Yan nodded and said, "I understand, Peter, you want to sell these books to other pharmaceutical companies."
Peter nodded, the smile disappeared from his face, and he said bluntly: "I have been lurking in your Xuanyuan Kingdom for nearly ten years. To use the idiom of your Xuanyuan Kingdom, I can say that there is merit even without hard work, but what did I get?
So, Miss Mo Yan, I'm sorry, I don't want to be so unknown anymore, and I don't want to wait under the banner of Feirui Company anymore, so..."
Mo Yan smiled disdainfully and said, "So, I must die."
Peter shrugged his shoulders, slowly raised his pistol, and aimed at Mo Yan.
Mo Yan seemed to have accepted his fate and no longer looked at Peter. Instead, he turned around and looked at the bronze box on the table. He sighed faintly and said, "I really want to know what's in it."
Peter raised his pistol and said, "Beautiful Miss Mo Yan, you have a chance. As long as you are willing to be my lover, you will have a chance to see it."
Mo Yan ignored Pete and suddenly gave a wry smile and said: "After all, it is just a dream, and a group of medical doctors has been cut off by me. From now on, there will no longer be a school of medical doctors in Chinese medicine."
Peter couldn't understand what Mo Yan meant, but he understood that this woman would never obey him. Peter couldn't help but feel a little regretful that such a beautiful creature would fall to his gun. But Peter had to be so ruthless, he
She has passed the age of dying under peonies. Anyone who may harm her future must die, no matter how beautiful she is.
Peter's fingers couldn't help but touch the ring finger. At this moment, a faint light flashed, and then Peter felt something being stuffed into his throat. In his ears, he could even hear his throat being cut.
The "scratching" sound when it breaks.
A feeling of powerlessness spread throughout his body, and the gun in Pete's hand fell to the ground. He looked to the right in confusion. At some point, two figures, a man and a woman, suddenly appeared in that place.
Peter made a "gurgling" sound, and he wanted to ask what was stuffed into his throat, but Peter was speechless and slowly fell to the ground.
The Xuanyuan man next to Peter was also very alert. When he saw a flash of sword light, he lay down, rolled over, and then quickly drew his gun and took aim. But when he wanted to shoot,
There was a roar in front of him, and then a bullet penetrated directly into the center of his eyebrows.
Mo Yan beside the stone platform was shocked by the sudden turn of events. She turned around and saw Tang Feng and Xia Huo standing at the corner. Xia Huo had an indifferent look on his face, while Tang Feng was slightly unbearable.
After a long time, Mo Yan said: "It's you? Tang Feng?"
Tang Feng nodded, trying not to look at the body on the ground. He walked to Peter, pulled out his throwing knife, wiped the blood clean, and said, "Hello, Miss Mo Yan, we meet again."
Mo Yan looked at Tang Feng uneasily, then looked at Xia Huo and said, "You are also here for this Zhong Jing's book."
Tang Feng shook his head, smiled, and said, "We didn't know that there was a secret room with books next to the tomb."
Mo Yan obviously didn't believe it. She looked at Tang Feng warily, and then felt that it was funny. Since the other party could kill two people in a row, there was no harm in killing herself as well.
However, Tang Feng did not look at his beautiful colleague again. Instead, he walked to the piles of letters, scanned them carefully, and said excitedly: "Sure enough, these are really precious books left by Zhang Zhongjing. Here
It's a full page of "Treatise on Febrile Diseases and Death," where are his life's medical records and experiences."
However, neither Xia Huo nor Mo Yan felt excited. Xia Huo knew nothing about traditional Chinese medicine, and Mo Yan did so because she didn't like Zhang Zhongjing, although Mo Yan admitted that Zhang Zhongjing's medical skills were indeed very high and his contribution to traditional Chinese medicine was indeed great.
Mo Yan felt relieved, knowing that she was safe.
So Mo Yan turned his head again, looked at the bronze box on the table quietly, stretched out his hands, and wanted to open it.
At this moment, a pair of big hands pressed down on the copper box first, it was Tang Feng.
Tang Feng turned his head and stared at Mo Yan with burning eyes. This woman had a sense of arrogance between her slender eyebrows and her hair was slightly bent. She had a beauty that was not inferior to Xia Huo. Even facing a black gun
When speaking, she was unwilling to let go of her pride.
"Are you from Feirui Company?" Tang Feng stared into Mo Yan's eyes and asked. Feirui Pharmaceutical Company can be regarded as the largest pharmaceutical company in the United States. The annual sales of its drugs in Xuanyuan Country alone reach several billion.
One billion yuan.
Mo Yan's hands stopped in the air, and then she snorted and said arrogantly: "I am the successor of a medical doctor." The implication is that as a noble successor of a medical doctor, how could she be willing to be dependent on others?
Tang Feng naturally understood what Mo Yan meant. He breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Then why did you appear with the agents of Feirui Pharmaceutical?"
Mo Yan retracted her hands coldly, a look of pain flickered across her eyes, and then returned to her cold and arrogant look, "I have no responsibility, let alone any obligation to explain all this to you."
Tang Feng shrugged his shoulders, then the serious expression on his face turned into a smile, and said, "I believe you."
Mo Yan looked at Tang Feng confused.
Tang Feng stared at Mo Yan mysteriously and said, "You and I are both Chinese medicine practitioners, so let's take a look together to see what kind of wealth our great teacher Zhang Zhongjing left us."
Mo Yan nodded, unable to help showing an expectant look.
So Tang Feng pressed his hand on the opening of the bronze box, and Mo Yan couldn't help but hold his breath and concentrate. The two of them stared at the bronze-green box without blinking.
For a moment, Tang Feng couldn't help but feel a little dazed, as if he had turned into Zhang Zhongjing, who had a stooped figure, a medical officer's helmet, and a goatee. For such a twilight old man, his life was already in danger.
, what would you put in the copper box? It must be something very important, even a secret that cannot be told.
"Click, click, click", when the copper box was opened, the rotating shaft had become rusty due to time, so it made a harsh click sound.
Tang Feng and Mo Yan looked into the box together, only to find that there was only a small roll of sheepskin in the box. After more than two thousand years, this roll of sheepskin had shrunk and dried up.
Tang Feng reached out and gently took out the parchment. He used two fingers to slowly unfold the shrunken parchment. It was a rectangular parchment with eight words written vertically in cinnabar.
Character.
It's a pity that Tang Feng doesn't know much about it because it is an ancient Chinese character.
Mo Yan stretched out his hand to take the parchment, spit out his words softly, "When heaven and man are united, life will never end."
This sound was like the Buddha's voice giving him an initiation. Tang Feng understood something and grasped something at this moment, but soon, this feeling disappeared.
Tang Feng stood there silently, while Mo Yan's face was full of doubts.
"This sentence is so common. It can be said that anyone who has studied Chinese medicine for a few days knows that 'heaven and man are one' and that 'life never ends'. What the hell is this Zhongjing doing?" Mo Yan put it down with some disappointment.
The parchment scroll looked puzzled.
Mo Yan is right. The unity of nature and man is the unity of Xuanyuan Kingdom's philosophical thought and the guiding ideology of clinical practice of traditional Chinese medicine. It can be said that not only Chinese medicine, but even a primary school student now knows the four concepts of "the unity of nature and man".
Words.
But Zhang Zhongjing put these eight words in the copper box very preciously.
Tang Feng had naturally heard of these eight words, but when he saw them again under this situation, he understood the weight of them.
"Perhaps, the ultimate secret of traditional Chinese medicine is hidden in these eight words."
Tang Feng muttered softly, as if he was talking to himself, and at the same time he seemed to be explaining to Mo Yan.
Xia Huo had been standing there quietly, and she suddenly said: "It's getting late, what are you going to do with these ancient books?"
Mo Yan was slightly disappointed. She handed the parchment to Tang Feng and said, "You decide."
Tang Feng stuffed the parchment scroll into the bronze box without hesitation, closed it, and said: "Of course it will be handed over to the specialized cultural relics protection department. The books here are too fragile, and now there is water vapor coming in, and it won't last for a few days."
God, the books here are easily damaged."
Mo Yan looked at the body of his bodyguard with some sadness, then turned around, not wanting to look any further.
Tang Feng also frowned and said, "Xia Huo, are we too cruel?"
Xia Huo said calmly: "It is only right to kill someone to pay for their life."
Tang Feng shrank his head and said, "Then the two of us..."
"It's the same," Xia Huo said, "Always be prepared to be killed, that's all."
Tang Feng glanced at Xia Huo depressedly and said, "You are so calm. Oh, how to deal with the body?"
"Just leave it here, someone will take care of it." Xia Huo reached out and touched the torch on the wall.
Tang Feng was surprised and said: "I don't want us to be involved."
Xia Huo said nonchalantly: "Don't worry, Feirui Company is not just a pharmaceutical company. They will deal with the aftermath."
Mo Yan looked at Xia Huo in surprise, with a thoughtful look in his eyes.
Then Xia Huo walked forward holding a torch, while Mo Yan followed behind. Tang Feng looked at the two women and suddenly felt that they were somewhat similar. More importantly, these two women had many hidden qualities.