Wu Yue Guo Imperial Palace Tai Hospital Library Pavilion, winter.

Yang Xianmao, a little scholar from the Tai Hospital, was wearing a thick silk cotton jacket and holding a medical book in his hand, sitting on the high threshold of the library pavilion, looking at the empty Tai Hospital covered with snow.

Wu Yue was one of the last two small states to survive in the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms, and the others had been wiped out by the rising Great Song Dynasty. At this moment, the Great Song Dynasty army Chen Bing Wu crossed the border, eyeing the tiger, the whole country was in a panic, and the main battle between the DPRK and China was in dispute.

The emperor firmly believed in Buddhism, cherished the feelings, and issued a holy decree in the case of panic inside and outside the palace, and many people secretly escaped, and those who wanted to leave in the palace could leave on their own, so more palace maids and eunuchs in the imperial city left, and most of the doctors, medicine boys, and medical workers in the hospital also left, and the original lively hospital was deserted and deserted.

Yang Xianmao didn't know if he should leave the stormy Wuyue Capital City and go back to his hometown in Xuanzhou. With an uncertain future, he couldn't even read the medical books he loved, and sat at the door in a daze with the scroll.

Just when he was in a trance, a young palace maid entered the Tai Hospital, looked around, and saw no one else, only a young man who looked like a scholar sitting on the threshold of the library pavilion, so he came over and asked, "This little brother, may I ask the Tai Doctor?"

"It's almost gone, and two of them are sleeping in the house. Is there anything wrong with you?"

"I want to see a doctor. ”

"I'm afraid I can't see it, because the remaining two imperial doctors are all small square veins. ”

Xiaofangmai is pediatric, for children. The imperial physician of the imperial hospital was responsible for treating the emperor and members of the imperial family, while the ordinary imperial physician was responsible for treating the ministers of the court and the palace maids and eunuchs, and of course also practiced medicine externally. The division of labor among the doctors in the hospital is very detailed, and each has its own responsibilities and specializations.

When the palace maid heard that the imperial doctor had left, she was disappointed, and stomped her feet anxiously: "How good is this......

"What's wrong with you? I'll see if I can help you get some medicine. I am a scholar in Tai Hospital, and I have studied medicine with the doctors for many years and know some medical skills. ”

Wu Yueguo's scholars and medicine boys in the Tai Hospital were all selected and recruited from all over the country, and they were both scholars and apprentices of the Tai Hospital, learning medical skills from the Tai Doctors. Because Yang Xianmao is diligent and inquisitive, and he is a smart person, the imperial doctors are also willing to guide him. After his medical skills were successful, the palace maids and eunuchs ran diarrhea and minor sores and ulcers, etc., and when the imperial doctor was too busy, he was also put in charge of treatment.

The palace maid was a little shy, and seeing that he was only a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy, she bit her lip lightly, held her breast with one hand, and said with a red face: "I have a hard bump in my right breast. Originally, I saw it with Imperial Doctor Zhang, prescribed medicine to eat, and after taking it for several months, I didn't see any better, but it got bigger and bigger, and it became more and more swollen and painful. I'm a little scared, so I'll take a look. ”

Yang Xianmao said: "I'll touch it to see what kind of lump it is." ――Different lumps are prescribed differently, and some require lumpectomy. ”

The palace maid was even more shy, and her face was flushed. However, this kind of disease must be examined, and last time Imperial Doctor Zhang also touched and examined her like this. So, she bit her red lip and nodded.

Yang Xianmao put down the scroll and walked over, gently touching and kneading her breasts with her hands through her clothes. However, in the cold winter, the palace maid was wearing a thick cotton jacket and using a chest corset, so she couldn't feel the lump inside at all.

Yang Xianmao motioned for her to untie her clothes. The palace maid turned her head to see that there was no one else, unbuttoned her padded jacket with a red face, pulled down the cloth strap that bound her chest, and a snow-white white rabbit with her right breast jumped out.

The vivid color did not make Yang Xianmao lose his temper, and even his face did not change in any way, because he had followed the imperial doctor many times before to perform sores and ulcers on the palace maid who had stripped naked, and he had already seen a woman's body, so he was unmoved, and he was already able to see no woman in his eyes, only a patient.

Yang Xianmao reached in and pinched her smooth and round right breast, and sure enough, she felt a round lump the size of a pigeon's egg, with a clear edge. said: "You are a breast fetish. The lump is relatively large, such a big breast fetish decoction is useless, you have to cut open the chest breast and then cut off the lump, otherwise, the lump will get bigger and bigger, once malignant, it will endanger the entire right breast and even life, at that time the entire right breast can only be cut off. ”

The palace maid's face couldn't help but change greatly, and said, "Can't you solve it by taking medicine?"

"No! A lump of your size has to be surgically removed, and the decoction will not work. It should be cut off before prescribing medication to prevent recurrence. The doctor at the Tai Hospital said so, and the medical books I read also said so. ”

"Cut open the breast with a knife, it won't hurt to death?"

"Yes, so when the doctors do this kind of surgery, they first tie the patient's hands and feet firmly to the hospital bed before using the knife. I've seen people faint in pain. Of course, you can also use a stick to knock people out first and then cut them open. ”

"Can the two remaining doctors in the Tai Hospital do this?"

"No, they are small square veins, this kind of lumpectomy can only be done by the sores and ulcer doctors, and they have all left the capital. However, this kind of chest breast lumpectomy is not complicated, and I will do it too, if you want to, I can do it for you. ”

The palace maid glanced at him, and it was hard to imagine how high this young man's medical skills could be and whether he could complete such a treatment. So he hesitated for a moment and said, "I'll go back and think about it first, thank you." ”

The palace maid turned around to leave, and Yang Xianmao said again: "Your illness is caused by emotional disorders. The so-called melancholy hurts the liver, thinking hurts the spleen, liver stagnation and qi stagnation, spleen deficiency and phlegm coagulation, qi stagnation and blood stasis, phlegm and stasis block each other's mammary channels, and it is a milk fetish. So you have to keep your mood happy, otherwise, the disease will get worse and worse. ”

The palace maid didn't expect this young man to be able to say this medical theory, so she was a little surprised, sighed and said, "Once the army of the Great Song Dynasty comes in, we will all have to fall to the ground." Who else can be happy in such a situation?"

Yang Xianmao also sighed, yes, the Great Song army destroyed the neighboring Southern Tang Dynasty, and then Chen Bing Wu crossed the border, and he was about to kill him, and the whole country was panicked, so naturally there was no way to be happy.

The palace maid turned away gloomily.

After this interruption, Yang Xianmao's previous confusion and distraction faded a lot. So he returned to the library and the back of a few long cases, holding the medical book and began to read hard. There is a brass stove under these cases, and a charcoal fire is burning, so it is relatively warm.

He waited until it was dark, closed the door of the library, went upstairs to his bedroom, sat in front of the charcoal fire and continued to read at night. Reading until late at night, he covered the charcoal fire with ashes, blew the lamp and went to bed.

Midnight.

Yang Xianmao, who was asleep, suddenly heard a shout in the distance: "Go to the water-!"

Walking water is an obscure word for a fire. Yang Xianmao woke up from his sleep, and when he heard this exclamation, he couldn't help but get up in fright, thinking that it was not the charcoal fire in his library that ignited something. When I looked closely, I didn't see a fire burning in the house, so I turned my head to look at the window, but I saw that the window was bright, and the sound of crackling things being burned came from the window. It's a fire outside.

He quickly pushed open a window in the attic, and the heat of the fire hit his face, forcing him to retreat again and again. It turned out that the burning house was next to the library, and the flames had already burned the roof of the library. There are not many people who rushed to fight the fire, and in the last days of the country's generals, most of the eunuchs and palace maids have left, and those who stay are thinking about how to save their lives, and who will give up their lives to fight the fire, anyway, they will not burn their own homes.

Although it was a cold winter, he slept naked, and he opened the drawer and took out a small bag of broken silver inside, which he saved every month as a scholar. Then he grabbed his own clothes from the chair and ran downstairs in a panic.

Ran to the door, reached out to grab the latch, felt as if his hand had been bitten, and retracted his hand with a scream, only to find that the latch had been baked by the flames outside as hot as the coals in the fire, and could not be touched at all.

Since the deadbolt was roasted like this, you can imagine how big the fire was outside. If you force yourself out of the door, you will also enter the sea of fire, and you must find another way out.

At this time, the library was full of smoke, and he choked on coughing. He blocked his mouth and nose with his clothes, and under the indiscriminate incursion, he bumped into a blue and white porcelain water urn containing water next to the long case, which contained half an urn of clear water, which was used for washing pens. He was overjoyed that if he drenched himself with water and covered his body, he might be able to rush out.

So, he wanted to go upstairs to get the quilt, but through the smoke, he found that a dark red flame had been burned upstairs, and he had to retreat after forcing two steps upstairs, because the flames upstairs were too hot.

I can only put my clothes on my body and water them, but when I wear them, I find that I only grabbed a pair of pants in a panic just now, but I didn't catch the clothes and left them in the attic.

He hurriedly put on his pants first, desperately trying to calm himself. -- In a desperate situation, panic is the only way to die. He pondered what else in the library could be used to rush out blindfolded.

Suddenly, he remembered that there was a small box in the room on the first floor of the library with a thick jacket and robe, very old, but quite thick. He had seen it before when he was cleaning up the library, and he didn't know whose it was. After soaking, it should be able to resist the flame grill to some extent.

He couldn't care less about the fact that the things in the library of the Tai Hospital were royal treasures, and saving his life was the most important thing. He rushed into the inner room, opened the small wooden box, took out the thick jacket robe, returned to the desk, and soaked the whole robe in the urn of clear water, and the water was soon sucked up by the jacket robe.

Yang Xianmao draped the wet jacket robe over his body, covered his head and face, wrapped the door latch with the sleeves of the soaked robe and pulled it out forcefully, opened the door, and a hot wave of air rushed to his face, staggering back a few steps towards him. He quickly stopped, bent his waist, his head bowed, and rushed out of the library under the soaking flames, wrapped in a wet jacket robe.

The heat of the flames could be felt through the thick jacket robes, and he glanced through the crack to see that a nearby house had burned down in the courtyard, and the burning beams and pillars blocked the way. He discerned the direction and ran around the burning pillars. He felt that the water in his jacket robe was almost dry, and the heat was pouring in, baking his body, and his eyes were full of stars.

Just when he felt that he might be killed in the flames, finally, he rushed out. He ran all the way to the wall, and felt that the heat of the baking flames had decreased, and the light outside the gap had dimmed, so he took a breath, stood still, poked his head out of the half-dried jacket robe, and looked back to see the entire library in flames.

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