Chapter Thirty-Six: Encountering the "Quack Doctor" Again

It was late autumn, the mountains were red, the jungles were dyed, and the scenery was refreshing. Therefore, every time Zhang Qian walked on a certain road, he could meet a few scholars who traveled together, or chanted poems, or talked and pointed out the country, all of them were full of energy and were very graceful.

In contrast, Zhang Qian and Zijuan are a little out of place. In terms of appearance and complexion, anyone who takes a look will know that Zhang Qian is by no means a medicine picker. Langzhong, who is often exposed to the wind and sun in the wilderness, can't grow as white as him. People who are used to living a hard life can't grow up to be as tall as him.

However, the boys who are plainly clothed and jade-fed, who are white and tall, come out for an outing, who is not a freshly dressed and angry horse, hugging each other before and after? How could he be like him, with only a maid and a householder, walking on foot, carrying a huge medicine basket behind his back?

In other words, Zhang Qian's dress and demeanor at the moment are like wearing Burmese crotch pants to participate in the Haitian feast, attracting attention is attracting attention, but there will definitely be no appreciation at all, let alone strangers willing to talk to him.

Fortunately, the purpose of his own outing this time was not originally for any social interaction. Therefore, one will dig a few wild flowers on the ground, and the next will hook a few half-baked persimmons and black dates from the trees, but also enjoy themselves. Occasionally, from the soil at your feet, you dig out a pottery with a fairly complete shape, or a rusty copper bowl, and I feel that this trip is even more worthwhile.

If it is a small half a day, I have not found a few wildflowers suitable for refining essence. Persimmons, black dates and the like, but a small half basket is loaded. Seeing that the sun began to fall and his stomach began to feel empty, Zhang Qian stopped going around in circles, said hello to Ren Quan and Zijuan, and walked back with the two.

The way back was all downhill, and although the slope was not too steep, it still made the wind under the feet of the three of them. When he was walking refreshed, he heard someone behind him, and suddenly someone shouted loudly: "Immortal Master Zhang, there is Immortal Master Zhang in front, and he is in the next grandson Anzu, this is polite!" ”

"Imperial Doctor Sun?!" I didn't expect to come out to pick wildflowers, and I could meet an acquaintance. Zhang Qian was surprised and delighted, quickly stopped, and turned around quickly, "Why are you still here?" Forgive the younger generation for being clumsy, I was patronizing the road just now, and I didn't see you! ”

"It's okay, it's okay, the immortal master is polite!" Sun Anzu flew off his horse, and quickly caught up with three times the skill of the young man, and greeted Zhang Qian again, "It's the Double Ninth Festival soon, and I was pulled out by a few old friends to enjoy the autumn." On the side of Zhongnan Mountain, everyone went too many times, so they came to the northwest of the city. I didn't expect to meet the immortal master here again, what a blessing, what a blessing! ”

"Chung Yeung Festival?" Zhang Qian was stunned, and then he found that Sun Anzu suddenly became pretty, and he actually inserted a branch with red fruits in his round hat.

Presumably, that's Dogwood.

When Zhang Qian crossed, his elementary school Chinese teacher had not died, so he still remembered the sentence "Brother Yaozhi ascended to the heights, and there was one less person everywhere".

In an instant, his heart was filled with loneliness again, but he tried to turn his body sideways and salute Sun Anzu, "Imperial Doctor Sun is too polite. The younger generation didn't expect to meet you here. The younger generation is not an immortal master, nor does he have the degree of the Tang Dynasty. You can always call me Zhang Shaolang, or Thirteen Lang. ”

"Then Thirteen Lang don't call me senior!" Sun Anzu was very free and easy, and immediately changed his words after Zhang Qian's words, "I am a Langzhong, and I am also a Taoist priest who practices at home, Thirteen Lang can call me Sun Langzhong, or Sun Lao Dao, so as not to be separated from each other." ”

"Sun Jushi!" When Zhang Qian heard this, he immediately hugged his fists according to the habit of the Tang people.

"Thirteen Lang deserves to be a famous child, he learns so fast!" In front of Sun Anzu's eyes, he quickly appeared that he saw Zhang Qian for the first time, and the other party even stumbled over Tang Yan, laughed and nodded, "You came out with a child servant this time, are you collecting medicine?" What kind of miraculous herb is it that you have to pick by yourself? If it is an ordinary and visible thing, in the future, although Thirteen Lang will send someone to the city to find the Sun Family Medical Hall, it will be concocted, how much you want, the old man will give you as much as you want, don't be polite! ”

"How can the younger generation dare to receive such a generous gift from the elders?!" I didn't expect the old imperial doctor to do things so magnificently, Zhang Qian was moved in his heart, and hurriedly smiled and gave it up. "And ......"

"Thirteen Lang said so, and he saw the outside!" Sun Anzu waved his hand, his face was as bold as a person from the rivers and lakes, "That day, Thirteen Lang passed on Sun's master's skill of stitching up wounds, and the old man never had a chance to thank you." If it weren't for the fact that Lao Yu knew that Thirteen Lang was a famous teacher and had a great future, he would have recommended you to enter the Tai Hospital a long time ago. Compared with the stunt, what is the calculation of just a few medicinal materials, it is not worth mentioning! ”

"Where did Sun Jushi come from, cleaning and stitching up the wound that day, it is clear that you are the old one, and the younger generation is not even qualified to give you a hand!" Zhang Qian blushed when he heard this, and hurriedly smiled and waved his hand.

"Thirteen Lang doesn't want me to use your master's skills on others again!" Sun Anzu was slightly stunned, and his face quickly became depressed, "In this way, it is the old Meng Lang." These stunts are the secret of your master......"

"No, no, no......" Seeing that the misunderstanding was about to happen, Zhang Qian was so anxious that he waved his hand again and again, "Old, old Sun, Sun Jushi, don't misunderstand." You can use this technique on other people, and the younger generation will not be able to ask for it. It's just that the younger generation thinks that they really dare not take the word pointing. Your old medical skills are far above those of your juniors. The junior just happened to know a little trick to deal with wounds, and pierced a layer of window paper for you......"

When he first met this person, because he "hastily" concluded that Ren Qiong would definitely die, Zhang Qian directly regarded him as a quack doctor who had been mixed into the hospital and had a vegetarian meal. However, after witnessing this person's skill in dealing with wounds, Zhang Qian began to realize that it was not that this person's medical skills were mediocre, but that in the Tang Dynasty, the overall medical skills were far inferior to those in the 21st century, so he made a misjudgment. If you give up your preconceived views and think about it carefully, maybe Sun Anzu's medical skills are ranked best in the entire Tang Dynasty, but they are limited by the times, and their vision and thinking are limited.

Therefore, I heard that Sun Anzu had the intention to promote wound suturing, and Zhang Qian was too late to be happy, how could he cherish himself?

"For Shisanro, it's a layer of pasted window paper. For Sun, it is a city wall. If there is no Thirteen Lang to break through the maze, Sun is afraid that in this life, he will still use the art of cannon branding to treat wounds. I can't think of sewing with a needle and thread, and even if I want to, I don't know if I should set aside a special channel to let the pus and blood flow out on its own. ”

This is a big truth from his heart, from the cannon wound to the needle and thread stitching, it seems simple. In fact, without Zhang Qian's guidance, Langzhong of the whole Tang Dynasty may not be able to imagine it for another hundred years. Therefore, in his opinion, the most important thing is to point out the direction for Zhang Potential. Whether the craftsmanship is superb or clumsy is simply a matter of proficiency.

However, the more he said this, the less courageous Zhang Qian became. After thinking about it again and again, he explained with a smile: "Actually, in fact, cannon branding also has the benefits of cannon branding. Later, the younger generation pondered for themselves, and the sutures are only suitable for the case of a clean wound, and there is a way to deal with the bacteria, which is what you always call the evil poison. Cannon branding, on the other hand, can burn the evil poison in the wound together. It's just that Lang Zhong, who first treated the wound of the owner, couldn't bear to burn too deeply, allowing bacteria and evil poison to stay in the wound, and finally almost caused a catastrophe! ”

"Bacteria, you call the evil poison bacteria?" Sun Anzu's attention was quickly attracted by the fresh words in Zhang Qian's words, frowned, and muttered in a low voice, "Cannon branding can kill evil poison, this is the first time Sun has heard of it." It is no wonder that since ancient times, wounds have been treated with cannon branding. Is it to clean with concentrated salt water to remove the evil poison? Thinking that ordinary people, it is not easy to eat salt, how can they afford to use so much salt water to clean the wound repeatedly? Therefore, the predecessors of the doctors respected the cannon branding. While using a cannon to stop the bleeding, it can also kill the evil poison at the same time, but it is more than one stone! ”

"Exactly." Seeing that Imperial Doctor Sun took academic issues so seriously, Zhang Qian's heart suddenly increased his good impression of this person. "That day, the junior just had a good medicine to suppress the evil poison in his hand, so he dared to ask the senior to stitch up the wound for the owner of Ren. In the future, if there is no such thing, if the wound cannot be guaranteed to be clean, or the situation is too urgent to repeatedly clean with salt water, I am afraid it is still the best choice. ”

"Listening to your words is better than reading a book for ten years!" Imperial Doctor Sun's mind is still mostly left on thinking about medical science, and Mu Ran sighed.

He patronized and discussed with Zhang Qian the advantages and disadvantages of the two medical skills, cannon branding and suturing, but left his three friends and servants on the side of the mountain road. And those people have never known Zhang Qian, so it is inconvenient for them to come over and interject, and they can't leave him Sun Anzu and leave, so they are bored to wait. endured and endured, and seeing that he still didn't show the slightest sign of ending the conversation, he finally couldn't bear it anymore, and coughed in a low voice one after another, "Mmmm, mmmm, mmmm......"

"Senpai, your companion is still waiting for you!" Zhang Qian was also in a hurry to go home for the second meal of the day, and immediately smiled and reminded in a low voice.

"Oh, then, let me take my leave! Another day, another day, I will ask Shisanlang for advice. Sun Anzu came back to his senses at this time, first arched his hand towards Zhang Qian, then turned around, and ran to his companion in three steps and two steps. As he walked, he explained curtly: "Ji Weng, Gui Weng, Cun Weng, forgive me." Zhang Xiaoyou and I have the grace of passing on art. Sun never had a chance to thank him. That's why we met today, and we talked a few more words. If you are negligent, please forgive the three brothers! ”

"He's the one you can't forget, the Zhang Xiaoxian Master who used four elixirs to pull Ren Qiong back from the Ghost Gate? So young! What a handsome skin! It's just that how did you get such a black heart?! Before the words fell, one of them had quickly turned his gaze to Zhang Qian, and his words were filled with contempt.