Most people in the Han Dynasty just take medicine when they are sick.
But the problem is that taking medicine has considerable limitations. On the one hand, the medicine needs to be absorbed through the gastrointestinal tract. The absorption capacity of the gastrointestinal tract naturally determines the effectiveness of the medicine.
Therefore, traditional Chinese medicine attaches great importance to treating diseases by nourishing the stomach first, using grain essence to replenish the body, and then exorcise evil spirits. The basis of this theory is naturally closely related to the social development and scientific and technological level at that time, and it is an advanced theory that transcends the times, such as
At the same time, I had a headache, pain in my head and feet, and hemorrhoids. I didn’t know how strong I was when I poked my anus with a red-hot iron rod.
But the problem now is that Guo Jiashui is not getting enough. Putting aside the issue of whether he can take medicine, the human body's righteousness cannot be guaranteed to be supplied and improved. Of course, the righteousness in traditional medicine is the nutrients and various nutrients needed by the human body.
Trace elements.
In order to make up for this problem, traditional Chinese medicine in the Han Dynasty developed acupuncture.
In order to solve this problem, Western medicine began to infuse dogs in 1656. By the 19th century, a safe infusion system was established.
But when Guo Jia was seriously ill, there were no acupuncturists and no infusion equipment.
This is troublesome.
Very troublesome.
Guo Jia has been in a coma for three or four days.
The doctor in the Zhongtiao Mountain Camp knelt on the ground, trembling, "Qi... General Qi... If you don't get this medicine, there's nothing you can do..."
"Then just watch here?! Ah?!" Lu Chang was very angry, but in his anger, he was full of helplessness.
The doctor couldn't answer, so he just fell to the ground and kowtowed.
At this moment, a surprised shout suddenly came from the big tent, "Strategist, the strategist is awake!"
Lu Chang was stunned for a moment, then he was overjoyed and hurried into the tent, "Hurry! Show it to the military advisor!"
Guo Jia grinned weakly, "The deadline has come..."
In the turbulent Three Kingdoms at the end of the Han Dynasty, Guo Jia, as a first-class counselor under Cao Cao, made great contributions to Cao Wei with his extraordinary wisdom and far-reaching strategic vision. However, he was jealous of talents and the disease mercilessly eroded his body.
Pushing him step by step to the end of his life.
Well, this is of course the official statement, but in fact, pornography, gambling and drugs are the biggest reason why Guo Jia is now weak and cannot afford to fall ill.
Guo Jia is addicted to alcohol.
Of course, drinking is most likely because Guo Jia is too smart, so it is very painful. It is probably the pain of being sober when everyone else is drunk. Guo Jia can only remain silent when facing those guys who are obviously not as good as him in all aspects of ability.
Poor people are similar to ordinary people and do not have much say. Don't think that wearing a robe means you have entered the ruling class.
Although Guo Jia also tried to find a place where he could display his talents. For example, he initially voted for Yuan Shao.
But Yuan Shao finally disappointed Guo Jia.
Later Guo Jiacai saw Cao Cao...
Like Cao Cao, he realized that the corruption, corruption, and incompetence of the upper-class rulers of the Han Dynasty would eventually lead to the collapse of the entire Han Dynasty. Therefore, at that time, his and Cao Cao's spirits were consistent.
During this process, he was in pain, and he instinctively sought a way to anesthetize himself, so he could only drink.
It’s like people in later generations seek to anesthetize themselves for a brief moment on short videos.
The fast pace of life, or the increasingly faster and more stressful life, makes workers deprived of the time to sit down, think, rest and recover. The only thing that can make themselves feel less painful in the shortest possible time.
The method is undoubtedly to open a short video that is available at any time, and it is free. You don’t need to think, you just need to watch, and you can slide to the next one with your finger, so that workers can feel that they can control their own lives...
…
What?
Reading novels?
When the whole society was not so complicated and the oppression was not outrageous, novels were also narcotics in a sense. However, the innate difference between words and images made novels more suitable for a slower pace and life, and for people who were more willing to
That part of the group that thinks.
After all, the text of the novel needs to be reprocessed by the brain, which makes it tiring and not enjoyable enough, but the video does not require thinking and is refreshing.
Obviously, whether in the Han Dynasty or in the capital world of later generations, big landowners and capitalists do not like people to think.
If people think too much and know too much, they will be afraid.
At first, they stared at Guo Jia, as if they saw a thinking dog, and shouted happily, Hey! Look, this dog is so smart! It can do many things!
However, when they discovered that the dog could not only think, but also stand up and speak human words, they howled and screamed as a monster, then ran away, throwing stones and excrement from a distance.
None of them wanted to listen to Guo Jia, so Guo Jia could only drink.
Generally speaking, drinking is not a big problem, but being addicted to alcohol can cause problems. A large amount of alcohol requires liver detoxification, and the alcohol concentration in the Han Dynasty was not high, which could not let Guo Jia, who was corroded by alcohol, experience the numbing pleasure, so Guo Jia
He started knocking five stones together again.
Therefore, according to the theory of traditional Chinese medicine, Guo Jia suffered from damage to the liver, imbalance of blood and Qi, and imbalance of the internal organs.
When Guo Jia was in Chang'an Baiyi Medical Center, he focused on this aspect of treatment and conditioning. However, when Guo Jia returned to Shandong, the treatment was naturally interrupted...
People who quit smoking and relapse smoke more heavily, and the same is true for those who quit drinking and taking drugs. After Guo Jia started drinking again, he drank even more than before.
The final recipient of these toxins is still Guo Jia himself.
Inside the military tent, it was cold, embarrassing, and damp, with a mixed stench that never knew where it came from and could never be completely eliminated.
It's like the smell of death.
Guo Jia finally felt quiet. Even outside the military tent, there was a lot of noise in the military camp and people shouting, but he felt very calm in his heart. It seemed that the noise of the world was gradually leaving him and no longer bothered him.
entangled.
His face turned pale, and the light in his eyes gradually dimmed, but his calmness and calmness remained the same.
"military adviser!"
Lu Chang swallowed a mouthful of saliva.
He has seen too many deaths, so he knows what kind of state people will be in when death comes.
Now, he saw this state again in Guo Jia.
The doctor was diagnosing Guo Jia's pulse. He changed one hand and then the other. As the time for diagnosing the pulse prolonged, the doctor's face became worse and worse, and large beads of sweat were dripping from his head.
.
"You're tired, you can go out." Guo Jia smiled at the doctor, "No need to prescribe medicine... Come, help me up."
The second half of the sentence was said by Guo Jia to his personal attendant.
Guo Jia's voice was hoarse and slow, and it seemed that he struggled to speak every word. However, he still spoke calmly and did not show any fear of death or sadness.
The doctor knelt on the ground, cried bitterly, kowtowed to Guo Jia with tears in his eyes, then shrunk his neck and withdrew.
Guo Jia's current medicine is ineffective. As a doctor, he can't say not to prescribe medicine, but if Guo Jia dies after prescribing the medicine, then...
His life was given to him by Guo Jia.
"No need to embarrass him, he did his best," Guo Jia said.
The attendant came up, lifted up the thin Guo Jia, and put some soft pillows behind his waist. His eyes were full of sadness, reluctance and worry.
Guo Jia smiled slightly, with a kind of detachment and relief in his smile. He held the water handed to him by the attendant, took two sips, shook his head and asked the attendant to take it away.
"How is the camp?" Guo Jia asked.
Lu Chang quickly gave an overview of the situation in the Zhongshan camp.
After Sima Yi's attack, Lu Chang followed Guo Jia's instructions. On the one hand, he guarded the camp cautiously, and on the other hand, he contacted the north and the south to report the news of the Hussars' infiltration into Zhongtiao Mountain, so that all parties would be more vigilant and on guard.
The damage within the camp was not small, but it was not huge either.
On the contrary, due to the counterattack of the Tongguan defenders, the Tongguan camp's forward base in the lower city of Tongguan was burned down, and the pontoon bridge was also damaged. It is now being repaired and rebuilt.
Guo Jia listened one by one and felt a little relieved, but also had some doubts in his mind.
He fell ill and was unable to do anything, but the Zhongtiao Mountain camp did not collapse immediately because of this...
Guo Jia smiled slightly.
You are indeed very important, but you are not that important either.
After thinking about this, Guo Jia felt much more relaxed.
He knew his time was running out.
Maybe everyone has some sixth sense more or less before they die.
Some people will want to eat some kind of soup, porridge, or some kind of meal.
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Some people just want to walk around and sit in the yard.
Of course, more people are tortured by illness, so that they cannot feel any other thoughts at all...
Guo Jia stretched out his hand and wanted to make a fist, but he felt that his torso and limbs no longer seemed to be his own. He seemed tired and unable to even carry a bowl of soup, let alone perform actions that consumed his strength.
This sense of powerlessness seemed to take him back to his childhood, where he was still unable to control his body and limbs, and was powerless about certain things.
Life is like a cycle of budding, growth, decline and death.
The same is true for Dynasty.
The voice of Lu Chang's report seemed to be very far away, as if there was a high wall between him and Lu Chang, and even if the sound came through, it was weakened a lot.
Guo Jia was distracted. He looked at the support pillars in the tent and suddenly found two or three small ants on the support pillars, climbing up along the pillars.
There is no food on the pillars, they are going the wrong way...
This was Guo Jia's first reaction.
But the next reaction is, who can guarantee that they are on the right path?
Where is the road for Qiusi?
Guo Jia looked at the ants, watching them climb along the surface of the bumpy wooden pillars.
Every wrinkle and crack on the surface of those wooden pillars is a huge problem for the ants.
But even if they wait for them to climb up, what will happen?
After putting in so much effort, what will they think about?
Is it resentment or regret?
Guo Jia suddenly discovered that there were many things in this big tent that he had never carefully observed before.
Not to mention the ants on the wooden pillars, there is also a spider web in the corner of the big tent beam. It seems that two or three moths are stuck on the spider web. The torches on the wooden pillars smoke the upper beams darkly.
…
How long had it been since he had carefully observed his surroundings and felt these subtle changes?
Every day when he was not ill was filled with countless things. There were always endless comments to make, and there were always emergencies that prevented him from resting peacefully. There were always, always were like this.
He once thought that this was his responsibility and what he had to do, but now it seems that this is not the case. Even without his leadership, the Zhongtiao Mountain Camp is still operating, and the Tongguan Camp is also operating.
usual.
So what about this great Han world?
He thinks that he is very important to the current world, but in fact?
"Strategist...Strategist..." Lu Chang called, pulling Guo Jia's scattered and somewhat confused thoughts back together, "Strategist, what should we do now?"
Guo Jia grinned weakly.
You are a big, lively person, now ask me what to do? But he is not afraid of death, because he believes that his life has been fully burned and radiant. His name will remain in the history of the Han Dynasty, and there will be people in the future
Remember him and talk about him.
Unfortunately……
In this life, I have not been able to climb the highest mountain, see the largest sea, see the vastest desert, and go boating on the most winding river...
Guo Jia suddenly realized that in his life, until the time of death, he still had so many things he wanted to do but had never done.
Before, Guo Jia always thought that he still had a chance and time.
It turns out that in life, it’s not just wine that can make you intoxicating, it’s not just sex that can make you excited, and it’s not just five stone powder that can make you happy.
Guo Jia suddenly could understand why Li Ru went all the way west in the last moments of his life...
Because that period of time was Li Ru's last period as himself and as a human being.
He is a person of flesh and blood who can laugh and drink, not a dog, a cow, or a horse.
How lucky is it for people to be born as human beings?
The probability is one in hundreds of millions, the pain of pregnancy in ten months, and the hardship of raising a baby for more than ten years.
Why be a dog?
Or would you rather be a cow or a horse?
"Strategist, strategist?" Lu Chang urged, with a little panic, "I, what should we do next? Military strategist?"
Guo Jia looked over slowly and coughed a few times. He felt like something was surging upwards, so he tried his best to suppress it.
After gasping for breath for a few times, Guo Jia ordered, "Bring me some pen and ink..."
"Quick! Get the pen and ink quickly!"
As Guo Jia spoke, everyone in the big tent seemed to be a little more relaxed, but they soon realized that these were probably Guo Jia's last words. Or a suicide note. But unfortunately, the pen and ink came, Guo Jia
But his hands were shaking so much that he couldn't form words at all.
Lu Chang stepped forward and took the pen, "Military advisor, you tell me, and I'll write it."
Guo Jia wanted pen and ink not to write a suicide note about dividing the family property, but to sort out Cao Cao's subsequent strategic direction.
Perhaps life and death are at stake. The outcome of a war is no longer the most important issue for Guo Jia. This also allows him to finally break away from the limitations of this war and jump out of this battlefield to think about the entire grand strategy.
direction.
"The hussar is similar to Qin."
This was the first sentence Guo Jia said.
People in Shandong have long said that Fei Qian is like the former Qin Dynasty, a tiger and wolf teacher. The four words "tiger and wolf teacher" not only depreciate Fei Qian, but also express the nobility of his cultural victory.
The fear of "tiger and wolf", the helplessness of being unable to "communicate" with them.
But most of the time, this Qin-like statement was left in words, and now Guo Jia specifically emphasized it again before his death. What was it to explain?
Before Lu Chang could figure it out, Guo Jia slowly said the second sentence.
"Victory or defeat lies not on the outside, but on the inside."
"Huh?" Lu Chang was stunned for a moment, his hand didn't stop, but his heart started to tumble.
What does this mean? Could it be that it is talking about the current problem of money and food? Or it is talking about soldiers. And in this "win or lose", who wins and who loses? If "win or lose" only the so-called internal factors play a role, then external factors
What is the role of? Or...
"sky……"
Guo Jiagang just said a word and suddenly started coughing.
The stench that Guo Jia had suppressed before surged up tenaciously and blocked his throat and trachea.
Guo Jia's face turned red, and the veins on his forehead seemed to burst when he coughed the next moment.
"Doctor! Doctor!!"
Lu Chang shouted.
There was a sudden commotion in the tent.
The doctor who had not gone far outside the tent quickly rushed into the tent again. After a long period of massage and counseling, the bloody phlegm blocking Guo Jia's throat was finally coughed out, and then a large amount of phlegm was spit out.
Blood clots, extremely fishy smell.
Guo Jia tried his best to breathe, like an old bellows. He could no longer support his body and lay softly on the bed.
"Strategist, you haven't finished speaking yet..." Lu Chang couldn't help but shed tears, "Strategist, what are you talking about? What in the world is this?"
Guo Jia gasped.
The world...
He no longer cares about the world.
Guo Jia turned his head and looked at the personal attendant who was already crying.
The attendant understood and hurriedly came forward and knelt in front of Guo Jia's bed.
"Home...courtyard...under the tree...wine..." Guo Jia gasped and spoke with difficulty. Every time he said a word, some blood foam flowed out, "after the war...send...hussar...him"
……Won……"
The attendant was crying so much that he could not speak. He just nodded desperately and kowtowed deeply.
Guo Jia turned his eyes and looked at the sky outside the tent, his cheeks moved slightly, as if recalling the ups and downs of his own life.
His life was like a meteor, streaking across the sky in the troubled times of the late Han Dynasty, short but dazzling.
Now, the meteor finally falls.
It was like the light that Sima Yi shot out when he attacked the camp and fell on Zhongtiao Mountain.
Fall, dissipate.
The people around looked at this once brilliant counselor, but now he could only lie there quietly. They all felt inexplicable grief in their hearts, but they also knew that Guo Jia's life was about to end, and there was nothing they could do.
Guo Jia sighed for the last time, his voice was faint, he didn't know whether it was emotion or reluctance.
This is the voice he ultimately left in this world.
His road ends here.
In the ninth year of Taixing, summer.
Guo Jia and Guo Fengxiao died in Zhongtiao Mountain.
