Volume 7: Ma Mingfeng is Xiaoxiao, and the Young Man Raises His Sword
Two days passed by in a blur.
Zhang Shennong's Daqinglong Decoction was indeed effective. Xiao Yuanche asked Cheng Gongjun to distribute the medicine to the people in the old city of Zhangzhou, and Xia Yurangang distributed the medicine to the sick soldiers in each battalion.
Xiao Cangshu and Zhang Shiyou have dedicated personnel responsible for decoction and medicine, which should be taken twice a day.
Zhang Shennong, together with Ding Yan and other eleven imperial doctors, went to the camp and various places in the city to diagnose and treat serious patients every day, working tirelessly and traveling back and forth.
Often when the eyes look like a fish belly in the East, there will be a tall old man with a bamboo stick and mango shoes, and a huge medicine gourd pinned to the bamboo stick. He gently opens the door and plunges into the brilliant morning glow, until the sky is filled with stars.
, when the bright moon was like a hook, the figure returned slowly, holding the bamboo stick, and relieved his fatigue.
Zhang Shennong must do everything personally, and he is meticulous and does not miss any detail. Whether he is a commander in the camp or a junior sergeant, as long as he is a patient, he treats them equally, inquires carefully, diagnoses the pulse carefully, and examines the disease carefully.
Not only in the army, he also went to ordinary people's homes in old Zhangcheng.
Old Zhangzhou is in ruins, and everyone who can walk has left, leaving behind either the old or the widowed.
Zhang Shennong had these poor people in his heart.
In troubled times, cannibalism and serious illness make life miserable.
Every time Zhang Shennong sees the longing for life in the eyes of those who are tortured by illness, his heart is even more twisted.
This life is full of hardships and sufferings, but even so, choosing to live is their greatest wish.
Zhang Shennong always thinks in his mind that if he goes faster, even faster, and walks more miles every day, he might be able to save a life that is about to be lost.
The doctors are concerned about the people, and the doctors are kind-hearted.
Use your old body to save the common people from water and fire.
Zhang Shennong, a national scholar!
Sometimes, when Zhang Shennong met some critically ill patients, he would remove the huge gourd from the bamboo stick, pour out a pill, and let these people take it.
Therefore, every morning, the people in Old Zhang City would see such a white-haired old man working tirelessly.
They understood that this old man was the god in their hearts, and he came to save people in trouble.
Under the subtle influence, Ding Yan and the ten imperial doctors gradually tried their best.
Such an old man is already like this, how can they find excuses to be lazy?
Until the evening of the second day, under the sky full of stars, on the road Zhang Shennong must pass every day to go home, people from all over Jiuzhang City were already waiting there. When Zhang Shennong's tired figure appeared, they all looked pious and touched.
With a look on his face, he knelt on the ground and paid homage to Zhang Shennong, expressing his gratitude.
These are the most honest people in the world. As long as someone is really good to them, they will treat him as their god.
Zhang Shennong, on the other hand, was grateful, but at the same time worriedly shouted to them to disperse quickly and not to gather together to avoid the plague infection.
For two days, Zhang Shennong only slept for two hours a day. The rest of the time, he was busy running around. He couldn't even remember how many patients he treated.
However, he could accurately remember the names of critically ill patients and knew their symptoms very well.
The old man is always getting older, and after two days, he is still really overwhelmed.
He missed Su Ling in his heart and always wanted to take some time to visit his disciple, who was still his granddaughter and son-in-law...
However, contrary to expectations, time was always not enough. In the past two days, in addition to finishing his meals as quickly as possible at noon, he carried a bamboo stick and came to Su Ling's residence.
Every time I just stood quietly in the courtyard without making a sound.
The green figure in front of her was always busy and never resting. Even if there was someone standing in the courtyard, she had never noticed it once.
It was only then that Zhang Shennong's eyes looked at the green-clad Yue'er, filled with heartache and sorrow.
He could only shake his head and sigh: "The lovesickness of men and women in this world is hard to cure! It's hard to cure!..."
Then, he sighed, turned around and left slowly.
two days
Under such circumstances, the plague was extremely effectively controlled.
First, Zhang Shiyou went to pay his respects to Xiao Yuanche in the afternoon of the second day. Xiao Yuanche was overjoyed.
Zhang Shiyou is a military commander, so his physical fitness is not great, so he should recover faster.
In the evening, someone came to report that the fourth son, Xiao Cangshu, was able to go to the fields and move around on his own, and he had just eaten two bowls of white porridge.
Upon hearing this news, Xiao Yuanche and Guo Baiyi's hearts always dropped by half.
The other half of my heart was with Su Ling.
It's been two days, but there's been no news from Su Ling.
It's not that Xiao Yuanche and Guo Baiyi never thought about visiting, but they couldn't stand the persuasion of their subordinates and generals, so they had to come to the door of Su Ling's residence every time, look inside for a while through the door, and then silently return with melancholy.
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Every time they looked at it, the entire courtyard of Su Ling's residence was quiet, sitting there silently, as if Su Ling was sleeping deeply.
Until later, the civil and military officials even tried to dissuade them from approaching Su Ling's residence. Xiao Yuanche couldn't stand their noise, so he simply stopped going.
Even if I go to that place often, I just feel sad.
The only good news is that Shen Jizhou's camp is also quiet. Ever since Huang Kuijia went to war that day, his camp gate has been hung with a no-war sign and he has never attacked again.
It's just that everyone is getting better, but Su Ling is still silent, as if it has never changed.
Su Ling, when will you wake up, and when will that young man in white return with his sword?
Su Ling's residence.
The figure in green, called Yue'er, had been taking care of Su Ling, and Su Ling's bedside was where she rested.
She was never far away from him.
Or changing the kerchief on his forehead, she always controlled the temperature of the water just right. If it was too hot, he would be uncomfortable if it was burned, and if it was too cold, it would make him uncomfortable if he was cold.
She always lifted up a corner of the white gauze covering her face, put the scarf on her forehead to try it out, and then placed it squarely on Su Ling's forehead.
Every time the corner of the white gauze is lifted slightly, it seems that you can vaguely see that charming face, so beautiful that it is full of elegance.
After she put the scarf away, she held her cheek with one hand and stared at him dreamily. The white gauze covered her eyes, and she didn't know how much affection there was in those eyes.
She looked at him like this for a long time. Time passed silently and slowly.
After she looked at it for a long time, she slowly got up, fetched water, took linen cloth, and carefully wiped all the furnishings and items in the house clean and spotless.
Then he went out, took a broom, and swept the entire courtyard.
There was silence in the quiet courtyard, only the thin sound of cleaning could be heard.
Rustling - rustling - softly.
After finishing this, she gently lifted up a corner of the gauze, touched the sweat on her forehead, washed her hands, and returned to Su Ling's couch again.
Then, she softly whispered to him: "Su Ling, we are going to start acupuncture..."
After saying this, she first took a delicate small box from the side and opened it carefully. Inside, lay quietly seven thin silver needles.
Then, like coaxing a child, she came close to him and said softly: "It might hurt, just bear with it..."
Then she had to lift his entire upper body up.
Su Ling is strong and strong, but she is just a slender girl.
Even though a young boy who looked like a dragon and a tiger was awake, it would take some effort for her to move him, let alone an unconscious person.
She couldn't borrow any of his strength.
But this slender little girl gritted her teeth, gasped, and used all her strength to slowly, hard, and slowly lift him up bit by bit.
Then let him lean against you.
After doing this, she was already panting heavily and her whole body was drenched in hot sweat.
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Hold your breath and concentrate, open your hands, and take one needle at a time.
Stable, accurate, and accurate.
After completing the seven stitches, she slowly pulled out her body, carefully laid Su Ling down, and lay down.
Then she changed the cooled handkerchief. She just took a short rest, panting quietly, and still looked at him deeply.
The young man was still sleeping soundly, and his features were exactly the same as they were in her memory.
After doing this, it was already time for dinner.
She stood up slowly and said softly: "Su Ling, it's time to eat. Are you hungry? I cooked your favorite food today. I still remember what your favorite food was in the Flying Snake Valley.
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The smoke from the kitchen slowly floated into the sky from the small courtyard.
It was only at this time that the quiet little courtyard became more or less alive.
Before long, she would happily sit in front of his couch with a delicious meal.
He gently picked up some, put it on the tip of his nose, and said softly: "Su Ling, smell it, does it smell good? If you want to eat it, just get up and eat these for you..."
Su Ling on the couch was still sleeping soundly.
But even so, she still went to cook when it was time to cook. After cooking, she brought it to his bed and told him how delicious the food was.
Breakfast, lunch, dinner, three meals a day.
She does it every time, and every meal never fails.
She knew that he wouldn't eat it at all now.
But if he wakes up one day, if he is hungry, he will always eat...
The sun sets, the moon rises, and night falls.
She would tilt her head slightly, lean closer to him, and then softly say: "Su Ling, it's time to sleep, sleep well... I'll be by your side..."
She just looked at him like this, seeing that he was still unconscious, as if he was sleeping deeply.
After the night was quiet, she would slowly get up and walk to the window.
Open the window and look up at the sky.
The bright moon hangs high and the stars fill the sky.
And she, under the stars and moon in the sky.
Extremely lonely.
One day, two days, three days, five days.
It's like this every day, never changes.
She would be in front of his bed, hold his hand, and tell him in a low voice, how she had missed him for so many years, and how everyone in the old Zhang city had changed since he was in coma.
She said, Su Ling, I miss you so much every day after you have been gone for these years, but I know that one day we will meet again;
She said, Su Ling, the flowers all over the Fei She Valley have bloomed and withered, and bloomed. Many times, when I am alone and have nothing to do, I always go and sit among the flowers, as if I have you by my side;
She said, Su Ling, the people in old Zhangcheng are all well. It’s really hard for me to run around every day;
She said, Su Ling, I heard that Cang Shu cried again because of you today, and the Prime Minister and Jijiu are also very worried about you;
She said, Su Ling, everyone is fine.
Su Ling, why don't you wake up...
Su Ling, wake up, wake up, look at me, hug me.
Okay?
one day,
She could no longer suppress her sadness, threw herself on the still sleeping man, and started to cry.
Cried more sadly than ever before.
Suddenly, the person on the couch slowly moved his fingers.
Then, he slowly opened his eyes.
A huge feeling of exhaustion ran through his body.
It seemed that the easy action of opening his eyes consumed all his energy.
He was in a daze, as if he felt someone leaning on him, sobbing softly.
It seems to be a green figure.
He suddenly felt that it really looked like Zhang Zhiyue.
But, how could it be her?
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How did she know that I was here, and how could she stay with her?
He spoke in a very low voice and murmured.
"Whose little girl are you...Did someone bully you?...Why are you crying in front of me..."