The medical officer stared closely at the prescription given to him by the pottery merchant. Sweat seemed to be dripping from his forehead. The hands holding the slips were trembling slightly unknowingly.
This medical officer is quite young. He has been engaged in the business of seeing patients and collecting medicines since he was sensible. He is naturally familiar with pharmacology and the hot and cold properties and effects of herbs that need to be taken orally for daily preparation. The potter's prescription is in his hands.
, although some of the flavors are still not very obvious in his opinion, the medicinal properties, mechanism and dosage of several flavors have obviously been carefully considered and dialectical, and they are really rare good recipes.
Traditional Chinese medicine, after thousands of years of tempering, has become extensive and profound. A single medicine can be used in dozens of ways. However, the pharmacology and dosage of medicines in the prescriptions written by pottery merchants can be combined to such a level of precision. This medical officer is still alive.
I just see that it can’t be done except in the holy place of medicine!
"For these prescriptions that the eldest master has come up with, I still need to find some colleagues who are good at pharmacology to discuss them together before I can come up with the prescriptions. Moreover, we may not have some medicinal materials in the army. We need to figure out the properties and pharmacology of the medicines and find them."
Other medicinal materials can be added as appropriate..." The medical officer tried his best to hide the huge horror and ecstasy in his heart, and put the slip into his sleeve.
"Okay, as soon as possible, I don't think he can delay it for too long." The pottery merchant glanced at Xu Rong worriedly, knowing that he was of no use here at this moment, and then led Xu Chu and Mi Fang outside the tent.
"Young Master!" Although the medical officer tried his best to suppress the excitement and doubts in his heart, he still couldn't restrain the strong curiosity and thirst for knowledge in human nature. He finally couldn't help but ask: "Dare you ask, Your Excellency?
Where did you find these...these prescriptions?"
The pottery merchant turned his head and raised his eyebrows slightly: "Looking for it?"
"Or, or...or did you read it from the collection of a famous teacher?"
Medical officers are not fools. With Tao Shang's background, it is impossible for him to study medical theory. This prescription must have been obtained from an expert in medicine.
The corners of the pottery merchant's mouth curled up slightly, revealing a sunny smile: "Well...I'm sorry, I really have no comment."
The medical officer was stunned when he heard this. He stared at the potter's leaving figure and smacked his lips, feeling an indescribable feeling in his heart.
"It's so good at hiding...it's so stingy."
It's not like the pottery merchant was hiding his secrets. It stands to reason that he had already given the prescription to him, so he was still afraid of telling him the source of the prescription?
I really couldn't tell him.
The pottery merchant couldn't tell him that three hundred and fifty years later, China had a medicine king named Sun Simiao. It was said that he lived to be 141 years old and compiled a book called "Qian Jin Prescription". The first few medicine prescriptions came from there.
Picked from inside.
He couldn't tell him that the last prescription for Guizhi Decoction came from "Treatise on Febrile and Miscellaneous Diseases" which was published fifteen years later, right?
The "Treatise on Febrile and Miscellaneous Diseases" compiled by Zhang Ji can be said to be a miracle in the medical field of this era! If the medical sage Zhang Zhongjing knew about the results of his hard work and was now leaked by the pottery merchant, wouldn't he have to go to Xuzhou to find the potter's theoretical copyright issues?
, sue him for plagiarism?!
These ancient collections of classics that were treasured by ancient doctors have long since entered public copyright. Almost every qualified social science publishing house and private publisher publishes several editions every year... Review of Pottery Shang's Past Life
I'm tired of the interrogation, and I don't want to have to explain myself to anyone in this life.
But the problem is that there is no airtight wall in the world. The pottery man will find out later that whether he wants to explain or not has nothing to do with his own wishes... because someone will have to come and ask him to explain.
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When I returned to the handsome tent, I didn't expect that there were three people waiting here.
It turned out to be Cao Cao, Wang Yun, and Diao Chan, the adopted daughter who followed Wang Yun.
When the potter saw these three people, his eyelids twitched slightly.
This lineup... feels a bit unkind.
"Wang Situ, Brother Meng De... Miss Diao Chan!" The pottery merchant saluted the three of them and said with a smile: "It's so late at night, if you don't go to bed early, how come you two have time to come here to me? Do you want to drink?"
Cao Cao laughed and said, "Brother Tao Xian, this is a good idea. How about we talk about it while drinking?"
Diao Chan glanced at the pottery merchant and said softly: "Little girl, you are not good at drinking."
Wang Yun said calmly from the side: "Let's wait for another day, Meng De. We are looking for this child today. Don't we have something important to do?"
Cao Cao quietly rolled his eyes at the potter without leaving any trace. The potter knew immediately that it was Old Man Wang who was up to something again.
Cao Cao looked straight and said to Tao Shang: "Wang Situ invites you and me to accompany him to Luoyang City tonight."
"Going to Luoyang?" The pottery merchant heard this and asked, "What are you going to do in Luoyang?"
Cao Cao smiled helplessly and said nothing.
But I saw the old man Wang Yun talking on the ground: "Of course I'm going to see Yuan Benchu."
See Yuan Shao?
Logically speaking, there is nothing wrong with Wang Yun and other courtiers here to see Yuan Shao, but why are they going to see him in such a hurry? Is there anything I can't say tomorrow?
Tao Shang looked at Cao Cao without knowing why, but Cao Cao explained to him: "Wang Situ wanted to find a home for these dozens of ministers... As important officials in the court, they can no longer return to Chang'an at this moment.
, but there has to be a place to stay, so don’t do your best for the Han Dynasty."
The potter suddenly realized.
Although the half of the princes who were snatched back also had industries and influence in their original ancestral homes, after all, they had all served as high-ranking officials in the court and held important positions. Some of them had even worked hard for nearly half their lives for their current status. That's it.
It would be a bit too cowardly to go back home silently.
Everyone has the ambition to work hard and strive for progress.
Of course, if they continue to work in Chang'an and live in the shadow of Dong Zhuo, they will definitely not do it... They must have a career, but they cannot lose their head.
According to the pottery merchant, these courtiers must have discussed that the best destination for them at the moment is to become guests of these princes. On the one hand, they will have the support of their enemies, and on the other hand, they can participate in important affairs of the world with the princes, and even
One day we can accompany him to Chang'an and regain his high position.
Of course, each of these people held important positions in the court and worked for ordinary princes. They would definitely not be able to lose face. They would even look down upon a seventeen-year-old brat like Tao Shang or a eunuch like Cao Cao.
For them, the best choice at the moment is naturally the Yuan brothers, the fourth generation and the third prince.
Even though Yuan Shao and Yuan Shu didn't send troops to rescue them, once it was time to choose a camp, these high-ranking officials in the court still fought tooth and nail to rush to the trees on the gate of Yuan's house to enjoy the shade. Everyone knows this.
of.
After thinking about this, the potter couldn't help but curl his lips secretly...
What a bunch of cheap-eyed wolves.
But if they really want to go to Yuan Shao's side, Brother Luo will be clean...
If they really choose to go to Xuzhou, these old guys are all wearing high hats from the Central Government of the Capital. They all have more pomp and show than the governor of Xuzhou to pretend to be awesome. They can't be beaten or scolded. They are so annoying that they sing to you every day. It's not a good thing to not say anything about your face, but to still make offerings like a Bodhisattva.
Potters lack everything except their ancestors.
It would be best to give Yuan Shao everything.
Cao Cao had obviously figured this out a long time ago, so he looked relaxed at the moment.
"If that's the case..." The pottery merchant looked at Wang Yun in confusion: "Why don't we go during the day and have to wait until midnight to enter Luoyang City?"
Wang Yun replied: "People talk a lot during the day. It will be inconvenient for me to discuss this matter with Ben Chu. It would be best to go at night..."
The pottery merchant suddenly realized that it was not a good idea to live in someone else's house. The old man wanted to save face.
The potter's expression changed, and he asked again: "Then you can go and go, why do you have to greet me?"
Wang Yun became a little angry and said unhappily: "You boy, I am a great Han Situ, one of the three princes, and I want you to go with me. Just go with me! What are you doing with those many things?"
The potter curled his lips in disdain and rolled his eyes.
This old man is really not worth mentioning. What is there to say about Situ? He is just a polished commander...Have you forgotten who saved you?
When Wang Yun saw the expression on the pottery merchant's face, he was furious. He stretched out his hand and said, "Meng De, look at the expression this bastard is making."
Cao Cao had been tortured so much by the old man and the young man since the day of the fight that his head was pounding. He didn't know how to answer when he heard the words, so he could only wipe his sweat away.
Diao Chan had no choice but to be the peacemaker at this moment and said: "Don't be angry, foster father. Mr. Tao is a joker. He is joking with you, foster father. Besides, you are a veteran of three dynasties. How can you be as knowledgeable as a junior?"
Wang Yun snorted when he heard this.
Diao Chan turned to look at the pottery merchant again and persuaded: "Master Tao, my adoptive father sincerely invites you to go with him. His move is also out of gratitude to you and he likes you quite a bit. This little girl understands my adoptive father." , he is stern in words, but actually he is soft-hearted. This time, he really wants to support you because he sees you as a talent. You are young, why do you need to be angry with the old man? It’s not worth it.”
The pottery merchant curled his lips: "Hehehe."
Wang Yun suddenly became angry and looked at Cao Cao again: "Meng De! Look at him, what kind of attitude is he!"
Cao Cao raised his hand and wiped his sweat: "Isn't my attitude very good? I'm so happy that I'm laughing at you."
Wang Yun puffed up his teeth and glared at the pottery merchant: "I don't think he's funny."
Cao Cao really couldn't stand it anymore and hurriedly said: "I know him. He always looks like this when he apologizes. He is born with a dead look and can't be changed...Wang Situ, let's leave quickly. The matter is very important. It's better to go see Benchu... Someone is coming! Hurry! Prepare a car for Mr. Situ! Stop whining and leave quickly! Let’s go!”
After coaxing Wang Yun into the carriage, Cao Cao turned around and pointed at the pottery merchant fiercely, saying angrily: "You, you know how to cause trouble for me in one day!"
The pottery merchant grinned, and this time he was really happy: "I just thought he was too silly, so I deliberately teased him."
Cao Cao shook his head and said: "You don't understand this old man. He may be very cruel, but in fact he is still quite principled! He is dedicated to the imperial court and deserves respect."
The potter raised his eyebrows without comment.
"Brother Meng De, in the middle of the night, are you really going all the way to Luoyang City for such a trivial thing like his?"
Hearing this, Cao Cao suddenly looked worried and said: "This is one of the things. In fact, there is another private matter about Cao. It's not convenient to talk about it now... Dear brother, please don't ask too much, just go with me."
Yes, it just so happens that you haven’t been to Luoyang yet, so I’ll be your guide and take you around this largest city in the world!”
Taking advantage of the moonlight, the potter turned his head and looked at the outline of the vaguely majestic city in the distance. After a long while, he spoke quietly.
"Brother Meng De, the greatest city in the world you are going to take me to visit seems to have been burned to a crisp by Dong Zhuo."