The soldiers and horses of the Five Route Alliance Army began to return and retreat towards Luoyang.
Along the way, Cao Cao ordered all the troops to be careful when withdrawing their troops, slowing down the troops and moving slowly because he guessed that Dong Zhuo was so experienced in using troops that he might secretly send scouts to follow him to find out what was true.
Although Dong Zhuo brought back some of his ministers, the old thief must be extremely unwilling to do so. Once his side evacuates too quickly, Dong Zhuo will see that he has a guilty conscience. With his decisiveness and ruthlessness, he will probably send his army to turn around.
Therefore, no matter how anxious you are, you must slow down your march and use the speed of withdrawal to confuse Dong Zhuo.
Regarding Cao Cao's arrangements, Tao Shang had only two words in his mind to comment: "Clever!"
The five-way allied forces slowly withdrew, and finally returned to the western suburbs of Luoyang City in the evening of the next day.
At this moment, Yuan Shao and the other princes who did not send troops to pursue had already led their troops into Luoyang City and occupied the first city of the Han Dynasty according to their strength.
After capturing Luoyang, Yuan Shao claimed to have achieved an unprecedented victory.
Cao Cao sneered at this.
After Zhang Miao's subordinate Wei Zi arrived in Luoyang, he said goodbye to everyone and went back to resume his duties.
Cao Cao, on the other hand, stationed his troops and horses in the western suburbs of Luoyang. He himself did not enter Luoyang to meet with the princes for the time being.
Bao Xin seemed not to be interested in Yuan Shao's behavior, so he joined forces with Cao Cao to camp together.
Liu Bei was quite worried about his reputation and did not enter the city.
Only Sun Jian, after greeting several people, led his army directly into Luoyang City!
It seems that the Jiangdong Tiger, like other princes, is also very interested in this empty city that was hollowed out by Dong Zhuo, and is wondering if he can find any more treasures.
All the houses and fields in the western suburbs of Luoyang have been burned to the ground by the Xiliang army. As far as the eye can see, there is no human habitation, dead trees are everywhere, and there are even piles of rotten flesh and charred bones in the open air in the fields.
The western suburbs are so ruined and withered, and the scene in Luoyang City is so miserable. It is obvious that the pottery merchant is really not interested in seeing it. Whether it is his previous life or the next life, the things he likes to see are beautiful and cheerful, and seeing dead people...he
There is no such masochistic tendency.
So the pottery merchants also set up camp in the western suburbs and stood still.
After the camp was properly arranged, Tao Shang, Xu Chu and Mi Fang went to observe Xu Rong who was rescued on the battlefield.
Xu Rong was lying in a temporary tent. Thick quilts and mattresses were piled on the wooden couch for him to recuperate, but they did not do much good for his injuries. His right eye and cheek were wrapped in thick white cloth
, the breath was as light as gossamer, the half of the exposed face was pale and horrifying, and the lips were chapped as if they had been burned by fire.
At this moment, Xu Rong was still suffering from a high fever and was in a coma. The heat all over his body was like red-hot charcoal burning his hands. It was extremely hot and frightening.
Two medical officers from the Xuzhou Army were hurriedly wiping Xu Rong's body and making decoctions.
Seeing Xu Rong's state of being almost exhausted, Tao Shang asked anxiously: "How is his injury? Can it be cured?"
A medical officer wiped the stain on his forehead and said to Tao Shang: "When I got back to the eldest son, the injured person has lost one eye and his cheek was deeply injured. I applied the medicine and stitched it up, but the bleeding was controlled, but... it's just...
…”
The potter hurriedly asked: "Just what?"
The medical officer sighed: "It's just that this general was so seriously injured and his body was so weak that evil spirits entered his body. He already suffered from severe typhoid fever. Typhoid fever is difficult to treat, and now he is still injured...
I'm just afraid..."
When Tao Shang and others heard this, their hearts froze.
"What are you afraid of?"
"I'm just afraid of losing my life."
The medical conditions during the Eastern Han Dynasty were still relatively crude, and many serious illnesses were incurable. Diseases such as typhoid fever were basically the same as terminal illnesses in this era. Not to mention that Xu Rong was seriously injured and weak at the moment.
Even if a good person catches typhoid fever, it is still unclear whether he can be cured.
Seeing that the potter's face was not looking good, the medical officer hurriedly said: "Don't worry, sir, I will do my best to use medicine to save him!"
Xu Chu stood aside and listened. He shook his head when he heard the words and sighed to the pottery merchant: "Forget it, it's just about life and death. He was so seriously injured. Whether he can save his life or not is a matter of two opinions... This is
We have guessed it a long time ago, so why do you need to worry about it? Everything depends on God's will."
Mi Fang also gave words of persuasion and comfort: "The general will definitely send people to take care of him so that nothing will happen."
The potter didn't speak, he just lowered his head and closed his eyes, as if he was thinking hard about something.
After a while, the pottery merchant suddenly turned to Mi Fang and said, "Tell someone to send me slips and pen and ink."
Mi Fang was stunned for a moment when she heard this, and then said helplessly: "He's not dead yet, so you have to write a condolence message for him now. It's so unlucky."
The potter's face turned a little dark... Mi Fang was a man with a dark mind. Who wanted to write condolences to him?
But I saw Tao Shang turning to the two medical officers and saying: "Two gentlemen, Tao doesn't understand medical science and can't help you. I'll write down a few prescriptions. You can take them and look at them carefully. Try to argue with them. If you think they can
If it helps, then try to save him. If it doesn't help...it just means that he deserves to die here."
After the pottery merchant finished speaking, Xu Chu and Mi Fang were both surprised.
It's no wonder that even if they borrowed their brains, they would never have thought that the pottery merchant actually knew medicine and could prescribe prescriptions.
Xu Chu frowned and stepped forward and said: "My lord, prescribing a prescription and diagnosing a disease is not a trivial matter. I understand that you are worried, but what if you prescribe a prescription randomly and eat someone to death..."
Before he could finish speaking, he felt someone tapping his shoulder.
Xu Chu turned his head and saw Mi Fang.
Mi Fang chuckled, pouted at the half-dead Xu Rong, and said, "You can't say that. Everyone is so consumptive, it's better to die happily."
Xu Chu couldn't help but feel black when he heard this.
When I was young, the attendants in the army brought the slips and pen and ink. The pottery merchant spread the slips on the table, picked up the pen, recalled it carefully, and then started writing word by word.
"Fifteen baht for rhubarb, eighteen baht for atractylodes, six baht for Aconitum, eighteen baht for Guixin..."
The potter frowned and thought carefully. After a long while, he finally finished writing one prescription, and then started writing the second one.
"...the southern branch of Baibai, dry it violently, pound it into powder, and drink it with wine to make a dagger..."
When I was young, I finished writing another one.
"Hmm... Guizhi decoction recipe: 3 liang of cinnamon twigs, 3 liang of peeled peony, 2 liang of licorice, 2 liang of roasted ginger, cut jujube into 12 squares, punch the right five flavors, chew the three flavors, add 7 liters of water, boil over low heat to get 3 liters.
Get rid of the water and adapt to the cold and warm temperatures..."
After writing several pages in a row, the pottery merchant stood up and looked at the various prescriptions in his hands with emotion.
"Qianjin Prescriptions" and "Treatise on Febrile and Miscellaneous Diseases" have entered the category of public books after a thousand years, and scientific and technological publishing organizations in many provinces will publish several editions from time to time to fill the market.
Tao Shang was a reader in his previous life, so he was naturally exposed to it, but there are ten volumes and twenty chapters in "Treatise on Febrile Diseases" alone, with more than one hundred prescriptions. It is simply impossible to write them down completely.
Now we can only treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor. As many as we can remember, give these memorized prescriptions to these doctors for dialectical analysis. Maybe we can find a glimmer of hope for Xu Rong... What if he gets lucky?
?
The pottery merchant handed the slip in his hand to the medical officer's hand.
"Take it and take a look and analyze it carefully. I may not remember many of the medicines here very clearly. Some of them may be misremembered, but most of them should be fine. You are doctors and have a good understanding of pharmacology. You can use your own medicine according to your own needs.
Practice medical experience, dialectically analyze these prescriptions, understand the pharmacology, and then add items and subtract items according to the person's actual situation, increase and decrease the dosage, and see if we can save him by luck."