Wu Chengsi stood up, walked to the hanging map, and looked at it carefully.
The forces in Liaodong were very complicated. The Tang Dynasty was in the west, the Khitan was in the north, the Goryeo Dynasty was in the south, and the Mo Brown was in the east.
Among them, the Khitan surrendered to the Tang Dynasty. Every time the Tang Dynasty used troops against Goryeo, it would ask the Khitan to send troops to respond.
Mo Brown belongs to a scattered tribe and currently does not have a unified political power. It is a weak force in Liaodong. No one could have imagined that they would be able to take over the Central Plains and establish the Qing Dynasty in the future.
Nominally, the Mo Browns also surrendered to the Tang Dynasty, but they did not border the Tang Dynasty, so they were capricious and would most likely send troops to rescue Goryeo.
Wu Chengsi first looked at the Goryeo territory for a while, and then quickly moved to the Khitan territory. At this moment, he felt a stabbing pain in his head and was dizzy, so he staggered to the wooden bed and lay down.
Not long after he lay down, he felt that his body was getting more and more uncomfortable. His whole body was alternately hot and cold, and his strength gradually disappeared from his body. He shouted: "Han Cheng... Han Cheng... hurry... come here!"
Outside the tent, the personal guard Wang Baoshan heard a faint sound and took a look inside the tent.
When he saw Wu Chengsi curled up on the bed and moaning, he rushed into the tent and asked urgently: "General, what's wrong with you?"
Wu Chengsi groaned in a low voice and did not answer him, as if he was not very clear-headed.
Wang Baoshan panicked and hurried out of the camp, shouting: "The general is sick. Go and invite some generals over, and the doctor as well! Quick, quick!"
Several personal guards hurried away, and other personal guards followed Wang Baoshan into the camp. Wang Baoshan took a water bag, ran to Wu Chengsi, and said softly: "General, how do you feel? Do you want a drink?
water?"
Wu Chengsi felt his head was on fire, his limbs were cold, and he felt unspeakably uncomfortable. He couldn't help but groan: "Hot... I'm so hot... so hot..."
"Give the general some water, hurry! Hurry!" Niu Yong said impatiently.
"Didn't you hear what the general said was hot? The general should take off his clothes!" Wei Heng retorted.
Wang Baoshan glared at the two of them and said angrily: "Don't talk nonsense if you don't understand. You can't take off your clothes casually at this time. Go get a basin of cold water!"
One of the soldiers left quickly.
The soldier carrying the hot water had just returned when Wu Chengsi groaned again: "It's cold... I'm so cold..."
Everyone looked at each other, and Niu Yong shouted: "Why hasn't the doctor come yet? I'll go out and have a look!" and ran out quickly.
Not long after, Han Cheng took the lead and rushed into the camp. After seeing Wu Chengsi's face, his expression changed drastically: "What's going on? How could the general be like this?"
Wang Baoshan hesitated and said: "I... don't know, I heard the general's voice outside the tent, and when I came in and saw the general, he was like this!"
Han Cheng felt very regretful and secretly cursed that he should not have left Wu Chengsi in order to practice archery.
At this moment, a soldier whispered: "I feel that the general has contracted typhoid fever. My mother had this disease, and she was exactly like the general. She cried out cold at one moment and hot at the other!"
Everyone's expressions changed. Typhoid fever is a general term for a disease. It can be mild or severe. It can be cured in a few days, but it can be cured in severe cases.
Suddenly, Wu Youji pushed open the tent curtain and quickly entered the commander's tent. After seeing Wu Chengsi's condition, he shouted sharply: "What's going on?"
Before anyone could answer, a group of generals and lieutenants entered the commander's tent one after another.
The most experienced doctor in the army came, named Zhong Keshi.
He first checked Wu Chengsi's pulse, then opened Wu Chengsi's mouth to take a look, and then groped around Wu Chengsi's body, his face becoming increasingly ugly.
Hei Te Changzhi was the most impatient and said in a rough voice: "What kind of disease does the general have? You should tell me quickly!"
Master Zhong Ke tugged at his gray beard and said with a grimace: "General Wu's pulse is weak, his tongue is curled, and his limbs are cold. I'm afraid he has Jueyin disease."
Wu Youji said sternly: "Just tell me whether you can cure it?"
Master Zhong hesitated for a while and then said in a low voice: "I have Xiao Chengqi Decoction, which is 80% sure to cure the general..."
"Eighth floor? What will happen if it cannot be cured? Can it be cured again?" Han Cheng asked.
Master Zhong Ke sighed: "Queyin disease is one of the six major typhoid fever diseases. The best prescription is Dachengqi decoction, but this prescription has been lost long ago. Xiaochengqi decoction is already the best prescription."
"I'm asking what will happen if it can't be cured?" Veins burst out on Han Cheng's face.
"Will...will die!"
Han Cheng felt as if his heart had sunk to the bottom.
Since Wu Chengsi transferred him into the army, his feelings for Wu Chengsi have also changed from loyalty to admiration, and he is determined to follow him and make achievements on the battlefield!
Unexpectedly, at this critical moment, Wu Chengsi fell ill. There is no greater joy or tragedy in life than this.
Hou Yanjing said: "How about letting other doctors come and take a look?"
Pei Xingjian shook his head: "Mr. Zhong is already the best doctor in the military camp."
"We Turkic witch doctors are blessed by Ahura and possess the power of gods and ghosts. Why don't I go back to the tribe and invite a witch doctor over!" Russell said seriously.
All the generals said nothing, and no one believed in the Turks' medical skills.
Wu Youji said coldly: "I will immediately escort the second brother back to Chang'an for diagnosis and treatment by the imperial doctor."
Master Zhong Ke said hurriedly: "No, General Wu is sick and must not be shaken or moved around, otherwise the condition is likely to get worse!"
"Then what do you think we should do?" Wu Youji said angrily.
Pei Xingjian touched his chin and suddenly said: "General Manager Li is proficient in medical skills and is also good at passing golden needles through acupuncture points. Doctor Zhong, do you think he can do something?"
He looked at Master Zhong.
The old doctor's face was filled with joy and he nodded repeatedly: "If Li Sikong takes action and uses golden needles to pass through the acupoints and combines it with Xiao Chengqi Decoction, he should be absolutely sure."
Liu Shenli hesitated and said: "But the general manager is in charge of the war against Goryeo. There are so many things to deal with every day. How can he have time to treat the general?"
"Whether human life is more important or war is more important, Goryeo can't run anyway, so what does it matter if it's a few days late?" Wu Youji said anxiously.
Pei Xingjian asked Master Zhong: "How long will it take to cure this disease?"
"It will take at least a month of treatment." Master Zhong answered cautiously.
All the generals fell silent and asked Li Ji to put aside military duties and treat Wu Chengsi for a month. I'm afraid he wouldn't have to do his job as a general manager.
Han Cheng's mind flashed and he said urgently: "You can ask Miss Li Zhiying to treat the general. She also knows how to use golden needles to pass through acupuncture points!"
Wu Youji was happy at first, and then worried: "It will take at least twenty days to go back and forth from here to Chang'an. During this period, will something happen to my second brother?"
Master Zhong Ke said solemnly: "Although I can't save the general, I can give some light medicine to relieve it. I can still do it after delaying it for a month!"
Han Cheng said anxiously: "Then you take care of the general. I will go back to Chang'an immediately and ask Miss Zhiying to come over." After saying that, he was about to run out of the camp. Wu Youji hurriedly stopped him and said: "Use my horse."
Russell and Hei Te Changzhi donated their good horses one after another, and everyone discussed letting Han Cheng exchange three horses for his ride, so that he could get back to Chang'an as quickly as possible.
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Vaguely, Wu Chengsi felt that something scary was chasing him. He just kept running and running without thinking about what the scary thing was.
Sometimes his head would be clearer, and he could vaguely feel the things around him, and he knew that he seemed to be sick, but his tongue was no longer his own, and the sounds he spit out were all "um um" and "ah ah".
My eyes were very heavy, as if they were stuck with something, and I couldn't open them even though I tried my best. Sometimes I felt like I was opening them, and I even sat up.
However, when he came back to his senses, he realized that it was all an illusion and he was still lying on the bed.
From time to time, he could hear someone calling him, but the world around him seemed to be slowed down, and the sound seemed to come from another dimension. Not only was it slow, but the tone was extremely long.
From time to time, someone would feed him some soup, which was bitter and astringent, but he no longer had the strength to spit it out, so he could only let it follow gravity and fall into his throat.
I don't know how long these days passed. Wu Chengsi even suspected that he was dead, thinking: "Maybe people will be like this after death, confused and confused."
Until one day, he heard someone speaking in his ear. His confused brain was no longer able to distinguish the meaning of these words, so he just listened mechanically.
Suddenly, a different voice sounded.
Wu Chengsi began to think about what was different about this voice. After thinking for a while, he finally figured it out.
Ah, this is the voice of a Taoist woman!
Suddenly, he felt a chill on his back, which made him sober up.