Chapter 181 Don’t flinch even if you take one breath. Respect the medical saint
Author: milk sugar sugar sugar
Chapter 181 Don’t flinch even if you take one breath. Respect the medical saint
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, they were honest with each other.
The second time, Zhuge Ke went berserk and broke in.
Ziyou Buqu poured tea for Guan Lin. Guan Lin picked up 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, and say that the sky is small, 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.
"You can't see Mount Tai with a leaf covering your eyes?" Zhuge Ke asked back.
Guan Lin shook his head again, "Isn't that just like sitting in a well and watching the sky?"
This time, it was really 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, let alone eliminating 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 subconsciously scratched his head.
Zhuge Ke was still complacent, "Am I right?"
"——You are right about a hammer!" Guan Lin immediately retorted, pointing to a vat outside the door and loudly said: "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 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 the vat, so that... the child in it could be rescued 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 it 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 rescuing Zhang Zhongjing to "smashing a vat" to save others.
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 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, 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 any 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? Why...so fast? Here he comes 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 can be saved, right? Dad did a good job!"
——"But 'Four Young Masters are determined by God to determine Jingzhou'? This statement...isn't like my father's tone!"
…
…
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 surrounded by people, including villagers from the village, doctors from Xinglin who came here to complain about Zhang Zhongjing because Diao Chan beat 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 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...
It's 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 spent his whole life traveling around the country, searching for medicines in the mountains, visiting famous doctors, and searching for a cure for typhoid fever, would now feel as if he could be knocked down by a gust of wind.
Compared with half a year ago, he has lost dozens of kilograms. The medical robe that was originally able to hold up does not have any trace of the demeanor of a "medical sage" when it is worn 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 Youzi was supporting 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 the 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, and 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 the third junior brother to be kidnapped, and asked the senior sister to beat the Dengwen drum, making the trouble known to everyone...even the master knew 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 make the master troublesome? Master... master, you are also a patient! Disciples... carry a pot to help the world and save the world.
People are called "virtue". Is it not "virtue" to save the master? Even if it is not "virtue", it should still be called "filial piety", right? Heaven, earth, king, dear, 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 hurriedly 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 has already regretted 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 science, but is related to the most important virtue of a doctor... Just listen up.
, Everyone has his or her own destiny. I, Zhang Zhongjing, have suffered from such a serious disease that cannot be cured. 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 can help 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?”
"Uncle He, Hongchang, it may be unfair to you to say this, but the destiny of doctors of our generation is to cure diseases and save people. If it is because of fear of death, greed for life, or just living, and forgets 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 was standing 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 thousands 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 and let more people see recovery, survival, and hope of living. Only in this way...can we remind the world that they can
We put our lives in the hands of Xinglin without hesitation, and our Xinglin doctors’ benevolence and our virtue 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, doesn’t that mean you should blame the patient? How can a doctor in this world blame the patient who comes to visit you? 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 will never fall into the heart of this apricot forest. The virtues of this apricot forest. Dear doctors, Zhang Mou heard that you want to stop treating me and seek justice for me. I will fall into my apricot forest here."
Acts of benevolence must not be carried out. Xinglin will never refuse medical treatment. Starting from Zhang, all those who seek medical consultation, no matter they are guilty of adultery or serious crimes, my doctors will not reject anyone who comes and treat them all.
, Anyone who 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 the door of this mansion for consultation. Finally, I will do one last medical consultation to set a rule for Xinglin! You all are thousands of miles away.
You have come all the way to consult the doctor, but 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, "Sit in the hall, take pulse, prescribe 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... please line 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 for medical advice.
A few old doctors were still shaking their heads while trying to persuade these people who came to consult.
"Go...go! Otherwise...you will let down Doctor Zhang!"
As if they had a premonition of something, their voices were sad.
that's all…
Zhang Zhongjing saw the first patient who had 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 from 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 prescriptions!
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 was as if 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 chinensis 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 there was Wang Shuhe's voice when he started writing. "Nine qian for Schisandra chinensis, three qian for bamboo leaves, three qian for inula, more than half of two qian for jujube, three qian for ocher..."
Then came the tears filled with sorrow 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 is completely spectacular.
Zhang Zhongjing never forgot to instruct the patient: "Four kilograms of water, boil one and a half kilograms, divide it into three times during the day and once at night, cough cough... cough cough..."
Finally, he could no longer hold back his coughing, but he still managed to speak and give instructions 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.
"——People...my people in Nanyang, plague...plague...typhoid, typhoid!"
He seemed to be possessed by a demon, saying 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 situation in Nanyang County when "everyone was devastated and corpses were everywhere" due to typhoid fever and the plague.
He's still talking crazy things.
"——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"? As a doctor, how can you ask about wealth..."
"——Looking, smelling, asking, and feeling, the dialectics of typhoid and miscellaneous diseases... There are different degrees of illness, so medicines have different degrees of severity. We doctors should... be diligent... diligently seek ancient teachings, always have the ambition to help people... and 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 his face. 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 silver teeth and said, "You can't move... you can't move... let your adoptive father slow down for a while. Even if he dies, his adoptive father will definitely insist on falling in this hall.
,This...this must be my 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 kind of heartfelt 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 chanted 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 quickly stepped forward.
"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 I just bought, quickly... quickly decoct them and take them, and treat them according to the conditions of moderate coke blood syndrome. Now... immediately, we have to use 'Xiao Jian' 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 is observing, observing with incomparable detail...
——"It matches. The symptoms of syncope are completely consistent with the symptoms in that book. Great...great, great! Mr. Guan is honest and does not want to be deceived. He can be saved...he can be saved!"
I thought so.
Du Du quickly answered Wang Shuhe and Diao Chan, "Senior brother, senior sister, don't ask so many questions first, I...I have a way to save the master!"