The first snow when Wu Zheng came to this world fell for five days, so much so that the business of his aunt's restaurant was halved because of the five days of snow.

There were fewer pedestrians on the streets, and there were not as many guests as before, but even so, Seinfeld still couldn't escape the fate of being called by her grandmother to help.

It snowed non-stop, and it was not a good idea to go out for a stroll, and Seinfeld had to help out in her aunt's shop, so Wu Zheng, who was fine, basically stayed at home and read books these days, and the booklet given by Huang Lao was a good choice to spend time.

This seemingly shabby booklet is actually Huang Lao's medical notes, which can be said to be the essence of Huang Lao's lifelong medical practice, and it stands to reason that it should be more appropriate to pass it on to Chai Hu, after all, Wu Zheng has never thought of dedicating his life to the great medical cause, the reason why he followed Huang Lao to learn acupuncture, the magic of acupuncture made Wu Zheng feel curious, rather than really wanting to hang the pot to help the world.

So this notebook came to Wu Zheng's hands, Wu Zheng always felt that it was a bit of a pearl, so in his spare time Wu Zheng would also copy the notes, planning to copy a copy for Chai Hu, as for the original notes Wu Zheng planned to keep it for himself, even if he didn't read it, but it might be worth a lot of money in a few hundred years, not to mention that it was still Huang Lao's handwritten manuscript, in case his children and grandchildren were not poor and had nothing to eat, they should be able to sell this thing at a good price.

In the past few days, Wu Zheng has not gone to the Huang Medical Center except for reading and copying books every day, because he is afraid that Huang Lao will grab him and ask for silver, not to mention that he is now commensurate with his master and apprentice, and when the righteousness of disaster relief is pressed, he will not be able to resist.

Huang's medical hall can't go, so whenever Wu Zheng is bored, he will think of the first patient Li Si who he personally treated in his life, according to Huang Lao's notes, the original set of acupuncture on Li Si was not a prick, but every morning and evening to apply the needle once, five days for a course of treatment, whether there is an effect or not at least wait for a course of treatment to see.

So Wu Zheng would go to the disaster victims outside the city every morning and afternoon to give Li Si an injection, and at the same time, Wu Zheng would also analyze Li Si's condition in his spare time with the set of theories in Huang Lao's notes combined with the results he observed after perspective.

No matter what kind of disease, the treatment methods given in different seasons and regions are different, and even in people with different occurrences of the same disease, their prescriptions are also different.

To put it bluntly, Chinese medicine pays attention to private customization, and if you want to rely on a set of Chinese patent medicine to cure the disease, it depends on complete luck. Therefore, the set of acupuncture methods formulated by Huang Laodang for Li Si at the beginning must also be adjusted accordingly with the changes in his condition.

What Wu Zheng has to do now is this, combined with Huang Lao's notes, he allocated a plan for Li Si to administer needles, this kind of cure is luck, and death is inevitable, it sounds a little creepy, who would dare to let such a doctor treat him in the future?

But I have to say that this is undoubtedly a shortcut for Wu Zheng, who is studying medicine, no matter whether Li Si is cured or killed in the end, Wu Zheng's gains are far stronger than the formal way of studying medicine like Chaihu.

On the third day of snowfall, there were more than half of the people on the street, and after the strength of appreciating the snow was gone, there was no vassal elegance, and the painting boats and pleasure boats on the Jialing River were also lying down.

Wu Zheng walked on the street out of the city with a brand-new small medicine box on his back, and the pedestrians in the heavy snow were like thieves with their hands in their sleeves and trotting all the way on tiptoe, but Wu Zheng didn't seem to feel how cold it was in such a snowstorm, and the one who walked with his small medicine was called a box and strutted.

This is not to say that the fur on his body is thick, but that his body is relatively hard, all thanks to the results of practicing internal skills with Seinfeld in the past few months.

The Song family's Open Heaven Chop is passed on to men and not to women, and it is passed on inside and not outside, but the fact is that Seinfeld and his father have no children in his life, so he can only pass the Open Heaven Chop to Seinfeld, and the Open Heaven Chop is divided into internal strength and moves, so Seinfeld passed on the internal power to Wu Zheng, so that only internal strength and no moves are not a violation of the ancestral teachings for Seinfeld.

It's just that what Seinfeld didn't expect was that the internal strength of the open sky slash was under Wu Zheng's Cui Fa with Tai Chi, and his skills could be said to be a thousand miles a day.

Now for Wu Zheng, when the temperature of the external environment is low, the true qi in his body will operate on its own to resist the cold outside his body, and vice versa.

According to Seinfeld's words, this is the result of opening up the second vein of Ren and Du Zhou Tian.

And this Seinfeld is already very talented after five years, but Wu Zheng only used three months.

As Wu Zheng breathed in the wind and snow, clouds of white mist swirled around him, looking like a walking hot water kettle constantly bubbling out.

When he came to the outside of the city, the gathering place of the victims was still the same as before, and it looked like a grave mound one after another, Wu Zheng didn't know how the government turned a blind eye to these victims for so many days, didn't it mean that the local government had a permanent liquidation for disaster relief?

But the victims outside Yuzhou have been here for so many days, and they haven't come to open a warehouse to release grain, let alone grain, even if they put some porridge!

But no, nothing, is Yuzhou Thorn Shi Huang Ji dead? So many people are freezing and starving here, and he can't see it?

Wu Zheng scolded in his heart all the way and unconsciously walked to Li Si's shack, which is a semi-submersible shack, that is, before building a shack, he first dug a big pit in the ground, and then used three or four long logs to tie a cone-shaped scaffolding on it, covered with thatched reeds and other things, and if possible, he would also put some soil on it and completely build a grave bag of his shack.

Although such a shack is not pretty, it is indeed much warmer than outside.

When Wu Zheng opened the door curtain and came in, Li Sizhen was boiling a jar of gruel by the fire, and when he saw Wu Zheng coming, Li Si hurriedly stood up: "Wu Gongzi, you are here." ”

"How's it going, are you still coughing badly today?" Wu Zheng asked.

Li Si coughed twice and said, "It's okay, it's much better than yesterday." ”

Wu Zheng nodded and walked over and began to give Li Si the pulse, but where would he know what pulse, but he used his perspective eye to check the changes in inflammation on Li Si's body with the appearance of the pulse.

It has only been three days since the injection was administered, and although Li Si has never coughed and has become coughing, the inflammation in his body has shown signs of good transmission, if he hadn't discovered this, Wu Zheng would not have dared to give him any more injections.

"Looks like you can't die." Wu Zheng let go of Li Si's veins and smiled.

Li Si smiled, and while replacing the porridge jar on the fire with a water jar, he smiled at Wu Zheng and said: "This is all thanks to Wu Gongzi, without Wu Gongzi coming over to treat Li Si every day, where would Li Si be able to survive today." ”

Wu Zheng said: "Your condition has begun to improve now, so the acupuncture points given by the master are no longer practical, so I want to change some of the acupuncture points for applying needles, I don't know if Brother Li has any opinions?" ”

Li Si smiled and said: "Why do you need to say such a thing again, didn't Li Si tell Childe a long time ago?" Li Si has a bad life, and the son can do whatever he wants, anyway, he hasn't died until now, Li Si has already earned it. ”