Back in the tent, Zhang Liao found a rope, tied Zhang Li's hands, and tied him to a stake nailed into the ground.

Although he had cursed Lu Bu and these people in his heart, and swore that as long as he went out, he would definitely strip them of the skin, but now that he was trapped, he had to bow his head when he should bow his head.

Don't cry or make trouble, and actively cooperate with the work.

Zhang Li is such a person who understands current affairs.

Half an hour later, the soldiers sent to the city returned, bringing five or six healers, and stood outside the wooden fence of the plague camp.

Seeing this, Zhang Liao seemed to be a little dissatisfied, Wancheng is also a big city, how can he be such a medical doctor?

The soldiers sent out reported to Zhang Liao, not that they were unwilling to work hard to find them, but in fact, most of them refused to go when they heard that they were coming to eradicate the epidemic.

One is that he is afraid of infection, and the other is that there is really no way, he is afraid that the general who is not cured of the disease will be killed in a fit of rage.

How many catties and taels they have in terms of medical skills, they know in their hearts.

Most of these people who can come have the attitude of giving it a try, after all, the epidemic has been raging for so many years, if it can be cured in their own hands, it will be a good time to inherit the reputation of the ages.

Just ask the world, there are a few people who don't want to be famous for future generations and be praised and admired by future generations.

Knowing the reason, Zhang Liao led a few people into the camp, and first saw if these people could cure the general, if not, he would find another way.

As for those who don't want to come, they don't come, so as to save too much time, not to mention quackery and mislead people.

Before entering the camp, the healers put a face towel soaked in herbs on their faces, covering their noses and mouths, before entering the tents.

In the tent, Lu Bu fell into a deep sleep again.

The oldest doctor took the lead in stepping forward, kneeling on the edge of the couch, stretching out his hand to check Lu Bu's pulse, then pulling open his eyelids and looking at the blood in his eyes.

After the diagnosis, the old doctor's weather-beaten face was full of solemnity, and he shook his head helplessly.

Later, several doctors also stepped forward to diagnose one by one, and after thinking about it, they all sighed leisurely, indicating that they were helpless.

After several people discussed and discussed, the old doctor made a summary.

"If the general can be found to be infected with the epidemic earlier, maybe some medicine can be prescribed to temporarily suppress it. But now the epidemic has been latent in the general's body for at least half a month, and it has invaded the bone marrow. ”

The old doctor's surname is Zhang, and he is a well-known doctor in Nanyang, and the patients he has treated can be cured nine times out of ten. As such, he was also praised and respected by the local people.

Now that he opened his mouth, he almost gave Lu Bu a death notice.

"Old horseman, you are talking nonsense!"

Zhang Liao, who couldn't stand this conclusion, had tears in his eyes, and he wanted to hit him with his fist.

The old doctor seemed to be accustomed to such a scene, and he did not avoid standing still, but just said, "Even if you kill the old man, it will be useless." ”

"Here are a few prescriptions that can relieve pain, although they can't cure the epidemic in the general's body, but they can make him feel much better." The old doctor put the prescription on the side of the couch,

Zhang Liao's fist still didn't fall after all, he turned around abruptly, looked at Zhang Li who was tied to the stake, and strode over, his eyes were cold.

The shaking cold light in Zhang Liao's hand made Zhang Li's heart tremble. He struggled to his feet, trying to escape, but he couldn't break the knot that bound his hands.

Zhang Liao got closer and closer, Zhang Li seemed to know what this kid was going to do, his face was full of fear, and he shouted in panic: "Hey, hey, don't mess around...... There is a debtor and a debtor, and the epidemic was contracted by Lu Bu himself, and it has nothing to do with me......"

His mouth trembled, and his words were a little inarticulate.

This kid is already crazy, he used to look forward to Zhu Jun coming back later, but now he can't wait for Zhu Jun to appear in front of him immediately and save his life.

However, when Zhang Liao was only five steps away from him, a gentle-looking man walked up to Zhang Li first, and put a cloth towel coated with herbs in his hand on the small wound on Zhang Li's neck.

"What are you doing?" Zhang Liao asked him with a cold face, full of anger.

After carefully pasting the medicine towel steadily, Confucius and the man replied: "Most of the epidemic diseases are transmitted through wounds, and if you don't treat them properly, you are likely to contract the epidemic." ”

Zhang Liao was displeased, pointed at Zhang Li and asked him: "This person is extremely vicious, do you want to save him?" ”

was questioned by a young man who was so young, and the man was not angry, and said casually: "In the eyes of the doctor, the injured and sick are all patients, and there is no good or bad. ”

The anger in Zhang Liao's eyes was even worse, but fortunately, at this time, the old doctor stepped forward and took the initiative to start a round, "Little general, stop being angry for the time being." He is a disciple who studied medicine with me, and his temperament is honest and straightforward, if he collides with the little general, please bear with me. ”

From the eyes containing murderous intent, everyone present could feel that the young man in front of him really dared to kill.

The old doctor and his entourage went out of the tent, and finally let go of the heart they were carrying.

Walking to the door of the wooden gate, the old doctor and the others all took off their towels and walked out, except for the Confucian man who was carrying the medicine box on his back and stopped and stood in place.

"Zhongjing, aren't you leaving?"

The old doctor stood outside, looking at the student who had been with him for nearly twenty years, and his expression of concern was overflowing.

Confucianism and the man's surname are Zhang, and the single name is a machine word.

From the age of ten, he studied medicine with the old doctor. From identifying medicines, to picking in the mountains, to going out for diagnosis and treatment, what he learned became more and more complicated, but he never gave up.

He Hao, a fellow villager, said that he 'will be a good doctor'.

Zhang Ji knelt down and kowtowed three times to the old doctor, this goodbye is unpredictable.

The old doctor couldn't be more aware of this apprentice's temperament, and once he decided, few people could change it.

What's more, the apprentice has already come out of the blue, and when the old doctor left, he instructed more: "Be careful, don't be reckless if you can't do it." ”

Zhang Ji said 'um', watched the old doctor walk away, and turned around and walked towards the epidemic camp.

When Lu Bu woke up, it was already night.

"General, you're awake." Zhang Liao lit the candle in the tent and carefully moved it closer.

The candle flame reflected Lu Bu's slightly pale face flushed, and he picked up the water bowl on the table next to the couch, and poured four large bowls into his dry throat before he felt that the fire in his heart had been extinguished a lot.

"The doctor came to check it, left the epidemic prescription, and said that the general would soon recover and return to the battlefield." Zhang Liao lowered his head, trying to appear as happy as possible.

"Wenyuan, you're really not good at lying."

From Zhang Liao's demeanor alone, Lu Bu knew everything, and he asked the young man in front of him with a smile: "Am I ...... Don't have long to live? ”

"It's not!"

Zhang Liao hurriedly spoke, forcibly holding back the water droplets in his eyes, and kept shaking his head.

"It's okay, people, there will always be a day when you leave."

Lu Bu rubbed Zhang Liao's head lightly and comforted him, not to mention, I had already died once.

"Tomorrow, you will take those sons and daughters who are not infected with the epidemic back to Bingzhou, the old general misses you, and their families must be thinking about them."