"Zhong Jing, human-to-human transmission is getting more and more serious. As a filial and honest person, you should go to the government and ask the army to intervene."
In Nieyang, Nanyang County, Uncle Zhang looked at Zhang Ji in the audience and said helplessly.
"Teacher, I am not willing to accept that important data cannot be obtained now!"
In order to ensure the safety of doctors, all patients with typhoid fever have the opportunity to get along with doctors only in the early stages of the disease. Once they become serious, they will be transferred immediately. Even so, dozens of doctors were infected and died, and no one could hide. But Zhang Ji, however, wanted to get close to the patients in order to obtain the most important clinical data.
"Idiot! Don't bury yourself in this! Go to the government and ask for a blockade of Nanyang. The epidemic will last only three years, and you can't do anything now."
Uncle Zhang looked at Zhang Ji distressedly. This disciple was good at everything, but he was a little too serious and had to figure everything out.
"Hey... now if someone can give me detailed data, I, Zhang Zhongjing, will definitely be able to research the results!"
"The imperial edict has arrived!"
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"Ah Zhi... Damn Cao Zixiu! It's such a cold day, let me collect data, and I will settle the score with you when I get back!"
Poor Jia Xu felt very regretful on the way to Nanyang, but there was nothing he could do about what happened next.
Unfortunately, what he doesn't know is that no one in Nanyang County has been exposed to seriously ill patients.
However, he! Without knowing it, he is about to go to the real front line...
"Sir? Shall we go to the government office first?"
"Idiot! Of course we will go to the worst-hit area first. Hurry up and collect the data and go back. How long do you want to stay here?"
"It's my lord!"
Although Jia Xu’s trip this time was to catch a duck, he remembered that Cao Ang had told him the importance of data.
Jia Xu sighed, "I will risk my life for all the people!"
So, Jia Xu, who was eager for success, personally created a story that would shock the ages...
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"Brother, there are still three days to go to Luoyang. You will be fine once you get there."
Zhao Yun grabbed Zhao Jun's hand. Although the pale Zhao Jun's breath was weak, his strong eyes made Zhao Yun feel relieved.
"Zilong, we don't have much money, so we have to save some money... Xiaozhu also gave us some, but after all..."
Zhao Jun held Zhao Yun's hand. Although it was not as good as before when he adopted those children, he still saved some money.
"Don't be afraid of running out of money. His old Cao family has plenty! When the time comes, let Cao Zixiu take in all your younger brothers."
Before Zhao Jun could finish speaking, Dian Wei interrupted Zhao Jun, "Money? What a joke! That damn boy wrote a poem and sold it for 150 million!"
If that damn boy is willing, Dian Wei firmly believes that he can definitely create many more works worth 100 million!
"Brother Dian? Is Cao Zixiu really only ten years old?"
With Zhang Yan following him, Dian Wei did not hide in hiding on the way out of Jizhou. He chatted with Zhang Yan, and of course the one who discussed the most was Cao Ang.
"Um……"
Dian Wei answered on his lips, but his eyes wandered in the direction outside the carriage. Along the way, Cao Ang, Cao Ang, Cao Ang...
From the story of getting to know Cao Ang, to Dian Wei holding the hero list to search for heroes all over the world.
Zhang Yan has listened to it no less than ten times, and she even has an indescribable obsession with Cao Ang!
It only took five or six days for Dian Wei to talk eloquently from the beginning to his arrogance now...
Although this guy is indeed a bit outstanding, he shouldn’t keep asking questions, right?
Now, whenever Dian Wei sees Zhang Yan, he feels an inexplicable fear. No matter how we chat, as long as Cao Ang is mentioned, well! This guy will keep asking questions!
If Cao Ang were here, he would definitely say: I also want to keep a low profile? But my strength does not allow it?
"Zhao Yun, Tai Shici, Ma Zhong, Yan Liang, Wen Chou..."
Tsk tsk, looking at the list in his hand, Dian Wei felt a little embarrassed to meet Cao Ang.
Isn’t it a little too small to have only taken in five people? How about I go back to Hejian myself?
"Ahem..."
Zhao Jun coughed again, and Dian Wei was heartbroken and gave up his plan to return to Jizhou.
"Zhao Jun is the most virtuous man in the world! Saving his life is worth more than subduing a few unknown people! At worst, after Zhao Jun is cured, I will make another trip!"
"If we travel faster, we can reach Luoyang in two days!"
Dian Wei abandoned the curious baby Zhang Yan, jumped directly from the carriage to the horse next to Yan Liang, shouted to everyone, and took the lead to speed up the pace.
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"General, I don't know when I will see you again in Fufeng. General, take care!"
Outside Luoyang City, Huangfu Song tightened his cloak and looked at the people who came to see him off, including Zhu Jun, Lu Zhi, Duan Jue, Cao Cao, Yuan Shao... and others.
He opened and closed his mouth, bowed his hands to everyone, and turned around to leave.
Some words are useless if you say them, but some words are more beautiful if you don’t say them.
"General, don't insist on following you, I stopped him."
Luoyang City gradually disappeared from sight, Xu Huang trailed behind Huangfu Song and said softly with a horse head.
"Well, it is right not to let him follow, so as not to return to the West Land again and arouse longing for him. Gongming's trip this time is just to practice his ability to lead troops, and he will completely put down the Sanfu Rebellion in the spring of next year!"
"Here..."
The two of them had a tacit understanding not to mention Cao Ang, and tacitly set the Sanfu Rebellion as the target this time.
"Gongming, my father always touches the wine jar Zixiu gave him in private and remains silent. Whenever I ask, he always gets angry. Do you know what happened?"
Huangfu Jianshou didn't know why his father had ignored Cao Ang recently, and he was very confused as he had a good impression of Cao Ang.
"Young Master, I'll talk to you later when I have nothing to do. The general is right in front. If he hears this, he will beat us to death..."
Guiltily, Xu Huang glanced at Huangfu Song not far away in front of him. Xu Huang did not dare to mention the fact that the master and apprentice turned against each other because of him.
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"Are you Cao Zixiu?"
Because Cao Ang was still in mourning period, he was not allowed to leave his mother's grave at will, but he had royal support behind him, so Zhang Ji had no choice but to be escorted by the army to Cao Ang's residence.
He finally met the legendary child prodigy Cao Ang out of curiosity.
"Sir, you are polite!"
Seeing that Zhang Ji himself was coming, Cao Ang changed his usual lazy style, stood up and bowed deeply, shocking Cao Cao and others!
This kid? Did you take the wrong medicine today? Your son is not the kind of person who treats virtuous corporals like a corporal?
"Zixiu? It's rare to see you show such courtesy to others. Even your teacher, you've never been so polite, right?"
Cao Cao pinched Cao Ang's face with some uncertainty, leaving Zhang Ji awkwardly standing there at a loss.
"Father! Mr. Zhang is the person that Ang admires the most in his life. There is no one! Mr. Zhang sacrifices himself for others and provides free medical treatment for the people. I believe my father has heard about it. Mr. Zhang's heart is a kind heart, pitiful for the hearts of parents all over the world."
Cao Ang was rare and did not argue with Cao Cao. In his opinion, Zhang Ji's achievements were basically publicized and passed down in later generations, but now he is considered a fool. If he is not a good official, he must be a lowly doctor.
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Cao Cao had heard about Zhang Ji's previous actions and had sarcastically mocked him, but after Cao Ang finished speaking, he immediately felt that Zhang Ji's image was much greater. Although what they did was different, they had the same thing, they were both treating people.
Cao Cao and Cao Ang were saving Hua Xia, while Zhang Ji was saving people. Thinking of this, Cao Cao looked at Zhang Ji with much gentler eyes. Yes! They are also saving people!
Although everyone around him seemed to Cao Ang to be a legendary figure, Zhang Ji was different. This great god, who had statues at the entrances of traditional Chinese medicine hospitals across the country in later generations, did things to benefit mankind.
Unlike Hua Tuo, Hua Tuo was good at surgery, gynecology, and pediatrics, especially surgery. He invented Ma Fo San and was the first doctor to perform anesthesia surgery in my country and even the world. This was earlier than the use of ether in the West to perform anesthesia surgery. More than a thousand years. It is a pity that many of Hua Tuo's works in his life have not been handed down. This is undoubtedly a huge loss to the Chinese medical community. If it could be handed down, Hua Tuo's achievements may be even higher. This is just speculation. Already.
Zhang Zhongjing was good at internal medicine. He wrote the famous clinical medical book "Treatise on Febrile and Miscellaneous Diseases". The legendary dumplings were invented by this great god. However, at that time, Zhang Zhongjing's dumplings were filled with medicinal materials, but later people changed them to stuffing. Fourteen
The Black Death has been raging in Europe for hundreds of years. Later, after being transmitted by the Arabs, Zhang Zhongjing’s method of treating the plague flowed into Europe. It also corresponds to the sentence: Across the ocean to save you. The translated book successfully saved
He attracted Europeans, so Zhang Zhongjing was hailed by Westerners as "the man who saved the fate of Europe". In the eyes of Europeans, he was a saint of China.
Although the book "Treatise on Febrile Diseases" has not been handed down in its entirety, later generations also compiled two books: "Treatise on Febrile Diseases" and "Synopsis of the Golden Chamber". It was these two books that established the status of traditional Chinese medicine in the world. Zhang Zhongjing was the
Known as the originator of traditional Chinese medicine. Zhongsheng!
Although Zhang Ji is young now, he has been determined to save all people since he was a child! This kind of ambition is not what ordinary people dare to do.
If there were no opportunities in this era, even if Cao Ang had the courage to do so, he would not dare to accept the typhoid epidemic and this genocidal disaster!
The advantage of the time traveler is reflected at this time.
"Hey? Wait a minute? Can Zixiu take my pulse?"
Zhang Ji observed Cao Ang, and there was something strange between his brows that made him puzzled.
"Ah? What do you mean? Am I sick?" Cao Ang was startled.
Not only Cao Ang, but also Cao Cao on the side was shocked.
Cao Ang was so frightened that he quickly handed his hand to Zhang Ji.
Zhang Ji closed his eyes and touched Cao Ang's pulse with his hand, and kept listening.
His face changed from the normal look just now to become more and more dignified and serious!
A moment of incense passed and Zhang Ji said nothing. Cao Ang and Cao Cao looked at each other and swallowed at the same time.
The most fearful thing about seeing a Chinese medicine doctor is that his expression becomes more and more serious, but Zhang Ji's current expression makes Cao Ang's heart skip a beat!
After a long time! Zhang Ji opened his eyes: "Zixiu's pulse is steady and strong, and he is in good health. But..."
"I... times... oh..."
What scares me most when seeing a Chinese medicine doctor is that the doctor's expression becomes more and more serious. What scares me most is the doctor saying these two words!
"There is something abnormal between Zixiu's eyebrows, which is supposed to be a symptom of premature death, but his pulse is like a dead tree meeting spring, or a long drought encountering gentle rain, and it is incredibly strong.
Did Zixiu have any adventure? Or eat some heavenly material and earthly treasure?"
Zhang Ji looked at Cao Ang with a look of disbelief on his face and said.
I'm so darling! Are all these ancient people so godly? Previously, Zuo Ci lied about what kind of boy he was. At that time, Cao Ang wanted to kill him. Now he met Zhang Ji and he said the same thing? You are a doctor! You are not a god. Ah! Not a fortune teller! Please?
"What do you mean, sir? My body?"
Cao Ang looked at Zhang Ji carefully, for fear of missing every word of the medical sage's conclusion!
"It's hard to say, let's go this way. I'm afraid I'll have to work with Zixiu for a long time during this period. Let's study slowly, study slowly..."
"Sir? You won't dissect me, will you?"
Hearing that he was going to be studied, Cao Ang looked at Zhang Ji in fear, fearing that this clinical madman would do something outrageous!
"Oh? What is anatomy?" Zhang Ji didn't understand what Cao Ang said.
"Hey! Just skin me alive and see the structure inside!"
"Structure? Does Zixiu know the structure of the human body?"
Zhang Ji was obviously curious about the novel words Cao Ang said.