The soldiers and horses of the Fifth Route Alliance Army began to retreat in the direction of Luoyang.

Along the way, Cao Cao ordered all troops to grasp the speed when withdrawing, slow down the troops, and move slowly - because he guessed that with Dong Zhuo's old and spicy use of troops, it was very likely that he would secretly send scouts to follow and investigate the truth.

Although Dong Zhuo brought back some of the ministers, but the old thief must be extremely unwilling in his heart, once the speed of his own withdrawal is too fast, so that Dong Zhuo can see that there is a weak heart, with his decisiveness and ruthlessness, it is very likely that he will send a large army to turn around and chase after him, so no matter how anxious he is, he must slow down the pace of his march and use the speed of withdrawal to confuse Dong Zhuo.

For Cao Cao's arrangement and scheduling, the potter only had a short evaluation of two words in his heart - smart!

The Fifth Route Coalition Army 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 rest of the princes who did not send troops to pursue had already led their troops to rush into Luoyang City, and occupied the first city of the Han Dynasty according to their strength.

After capturing Luoyang, Yuan Shao claimed to have won an unprecedented victory.

In this regard, Cao Cao scoffed.

After arriving in Luoyang, Wei Zi under Zhang Miao said goodbye to everyone and went back to resume his life.

Cao Cao, on the other hand, set up his troops and horses in the western suburbs of Luoyang, and he himself did not enter Luoyang to meet the princes for the time being.

Bao Xin also seemed to be quite uninterested in Yuan Shao's behavior, and joined forces with Cao Cao to camp in one place.

Liu Bei was quite concerned about his reputation, and he did not enter the city.

Only Sun Jian, after greeting a few people, led the army directly into Luoyang City!

It seems that this Jiangdong Tiger, like other princes, is also very interested in this empty city that was hollowed out by Dong Zhuo, and is thinking about seeing if he can find any more treasures.

The entire houses and farms in the western suburbs of Luoyang have been set on fire by the Xiliang army to scorched earth, and there are no people as far as the eye can see, dead trees are everywhere, and there are even piles of open-air carrion and burnt bones in the fields.

The western suburbs are still so dilapidated and withered, and the scene in Luoyang City can be imagined - the potter is really not interested in seeing, whether it is in the previous life or the next life, the things he likes to see are beautiful and cheerful, looking at the dead...... He has no such masochistic tendencies.

So the potters also set up camp in the western suburbs and did not move.

After the camp was arranged, the potter went with Xu Chu and Mi Fang to observe Xu Rong, who was rescued on the battlefield.

Xu Rong lay in a makeshift tent, the wooden couch was piled up with thick quilts and mattresses for him to recuperate, but it did not do much to his injuries, his right eye and cheek were wrapped in a thick white cloth, his breath was as light as a gossamer, half of his face was exposed, the color was pale, extremely terrifying, and his lips were also chapped as if they had been burned by fire.

Xu Rong was still in a coma at the moment, and the heat in his body was like red-hot charcoal, and it was very terrifying.

Two medical officers of the Xuzhou Army were hurriedly wiping Xu Rong's body and boiling decoction.

Seeing Xu Rong's state of almost running out of oil and drying up, the potter said hurriedly: "How is his injury, is it good to cure it?" ”

A medical officer wiped the Han on his forehead and said to the Tao Shang: "Back to the eldest prince, the injured person has lost a single eye, and his cheek is deeply injured...... Just ......"

The potter hurriedly said, "Just what? ”

The chief medical officer sighed: "It's just that this general has been so seriously injured, his body is weak and weak, causing evil qi to enter his body, and he is already suffering from severe typhoid fever, which is already relatively difficult to treat, and now he is still injured...... I'm just afraid ......"

When the potter and others heard this, their hearts couldn't help but feel cold.

"Afraid of what?"

"I'm afraid that my life will not be saved."

The medical conditions in the Eastern Han Dynasty were still relatively simple, and many serious diseases were incurable, similar to diseases such as typhoid fever, which were basically the same as terminal illnesses in this year, not to mention that Xu Rong was seriously injured at the moment and his body was weak, that is, a good person had typhoid fever, and whether it could be cured was still between the two theories.

Seeing that the potter's face was not very good, the medical officer hurriedly said: "Don't worry, the eldest prince, the villain will definitely do his best to use medicine to save him!" ”

Xu Chu stood aside and listened, shook his head when he heard the words, and sighed to the pottery merchant: "Forget it, life and death are just fate, he is so seriously injured, whether he can be saved is between the two words...... This is what we have guessed a long time ago, so why should the son be more worried? It's all up to God's will. ”

Mi Fang also spoke to persuade and comfort: "The last general will definitely send someone to take care of it, so that there will be no loss." ”

The potter didn't say yes, but just lowered his head and closed his eyes, as if trying to think about something.

After a while, the potter suddenly turned his head to Mi Fang and said, "Tell someone, send a slip and pen and ink." ”

Mi Fang was stunned for a moment when she heard this, and then said helplessly: "The person is not dead yet, you have to write a condolence message to him, it is too unlucky." ”

The potter's face darkened a little...... Mi Fang is psychologically dark, who wants him to say some words!

But I saw Tao Shang turn his head and say to the two medical officers: "Two gentlemen, Tao doesn't understand medical science, I can't help you anything, I'll write a few prescriptions, you take them to look at them, try to dialectic, if you think it can help, then try to save him, if it doesn't help...... That can only mean that he deserves to die here. ”

After the potter's words were finished, Xu Chu and Mi Fang were both surprised.

It's no wonder that even if they borrowed the two of them's heads, they would never have thought that the potters still had the means to understand medical theory and prescribe prescriptions.

Xu Chu frowned, stepped forward and said: "Eldest son, prescribing a prescription for diagnosis is not a trivial matter, you are in a hurry, a certain family can understand, but what if you prescribe a prescription and eat people to death......

Before he could finish speaking, he felt someone tapping him on the shoulder.

Xu Chu turned his head, it was Mi Fang.

I saw Mi Fang laughing, snorting at the half-dead Xu Rongyi, and said: "You can't say that, the left and right are like this, it's better to eat death." ”

Xu Chu couldn't help but have a black line when he heard this.

When he was young, the attendants in the army brought the slips and pen and ink, and the potters spread them out on the table, lifted the pen, recalled them carefully, and then wrote them word by word.

"15 baht of rhubarb, 18 baht of white water, 6 baht of aconitum and 18 baht of cinnamon ............"

The potter frowned, pondered carefully, and after a long time, it was not easy to finish a prescription, and then began to write a second one.

“…… Bai Dongnanzhi, violent order dry, the end, wine service square inch dagger......"

When I was young, I finished writing another one.

"Hmm...... Guizhi soup recipe: three taels of cinnamon branches, three taels of peeled peony, two taels of licorice, two taels of boiled ginger, three taels of jujubes, 12 grids of jujubes, three flavors of chewing, seven liters of water, three liters of boiling over low heat, go to the trickle, suitable for cold and warm ......"

After writing several pictures in a row, the potter stood up, looked at the various prescriptions in his hand, and sighed with emotion.

"A Thousand Golden Prescriptions" and "Treatise on Typhoid Fever and Miscellaneous Diseases" entered the category of public editions after a thousand years, and many provincial scientific and technological publishing institutions will publish several editions from time to time to fill the market varieties.

In his previous life, the potter had been in contact with the work of reading, but in the "Treatise on Typhoid Fever" alone, there were ten volumes and twenty articles, and more than 100 kinds of prescriptions, and it was impossible to completely write them silently.

Now he can only be a dead horse as a live horse doctor, how much can he remember, and give these prescriptions that can be memorized to these doctors for dialectic, maybe he can find a trace of life for Xu Rong...... What if you hit the big luck?

The potter handed the slip in his hand to the medical officer.

"Take it and take a look, carefully debate, I may not remember a lot of the dosage here, I may remember it very clearly, some may be wrong, but most of it should be fine. You are a doctor, you know pharmacology well, you are based on your own medical experience, you dialectically these prescriptions, figure out the pharmacology, according to the actual situation of this person, add or subtract items, increase and decrease, and see if you can get away with saving him back. ”