"How can this be, this is like this......" A young man sat in his backyard, staring blankly at the sky.

An old man walked out of the back house, twisted his beard and looked at the decadent young man, walked over, and patted the young man on the shoulder.

He sighed slightly and said, "Prepare for your father's funeral...... Don't be too sad, your father has lived for more than fifty years, which can be regarded as a joy and mourning. ”

"I'm not reconciled!" The young man wept, "My father didn't die without a disease, he is so miserable now, he is not filial to be a son, I still study medicine, and I can't even save my own biological father, what kind of doctor is ......"

The young man's psychological defense line was seriously shaken, and the old man looked at his disciple, who could be said to be the seed of studying medicine, or a relative of his own family, and called himself uncle according to his kinship. In his eyes, the pain is in his heart, but he is helpless. How many people have died of typhoid fever, the world's famous doctors have no way to deal with this disease, they can only watch the patient die painfully in front of their eyes, and the disease will be contagious, many doctors are also unfortunately infected when studying this disease, and they have also paid the price of their lives.

Someone outside the door shouted, "Senior brother, senior brother, open the door, Master and I are here." ”

The young man's eyes were filled with hope, and he hurriedly rushed to the door and opened the door, the Zhang family had already avoided the countryside since the old lady had the plague, and the entire Zhang Mansion was empty, Zhang Zhongjing looked at the comer, knelt on the ground with a plop, clenched his hand and said: "Master, Zhongjing's father will entrust it to you......"

The old man who came was over 70 years old, surnamed Shen Minghuai, a famous doctor in Nanyang, he himself had no children and no daughters, and the young man and other disciples were like his own sons, learning medical skills while inheriting the mantle.

Shen Huai helped the young man up, and said: "Zhongjing, people who study medicine can't talk nonsense about their illness, and they can't be sure of their condition as a teacher, so don't delay Zhongjing, take me in and have a look......"

"No......"

The young man hurriedly welcomed Shen Huai in, Shen Huai was not surprised to see the old man here, they were both famous doctors in Nanyang County, the old man was his eldest disciple's medical enlightenment teacher, and he studied medicine under him at the age of ten, his surname was Zhang Mingchu, and the word Bozu.

After bowing to each other, Shen Huai asked about the condition, but Zhang Chu frowned, without a trace of joy on his face: "It's not good!" Brother Shen, my cousin is now cold, painful, nausea, and tense yin and yang. Hey, it's useless to say more, Brother Shen should take a look for himself. Zhang Chu took Shen Huai's hand, and the group walked into the room, there was a sour smell in the room, all of them were the smell of vomiting, an old man in the room was still vomiting in pain, and an old servant next to him carefully wiped the corners of the old man's mouth, pinched the quilt for him, and waited for the illness of the head of the house.

The old servant was persuaded by everyone to go, but he shook his head and didn't leave, he has been the personal servant of the head of the house all his life as if he is like the shadow of the head of the house, although he is a servant, the head of the house treats himself as a family, helps him marry a wife and have children and start a family, he is older than the head of the house, the old servant has long had the intention of dying, when the head of the house dies, that is, when he dies, there is such a will, the plague, what can it be?

The old servant saw a group of people entering, silently retreated to the side to wait, Shen Huai smelled the smell of the room and had no expression at all, took the tool from the little disciple and began to diagnose the pulse, saw the young man who walked at the end, walked forward a few times, and stopped him sideways.

"Uncle Zhang, let me in, I'm also a doctor!" The young man tried to break in many times, but was stopped by the old servant, even if he knew that the old servant was for his good, the young man couldn't help but get angry.

The old servant still shook his head resolutely: "Young master, even if you beat the villain, scold the villain, the villain will not let you in. ”

"You!" The young man pointed directly at the old servant, put down his indignation, and leaned out to see the diagnosis and treatment of his two teachers, but at this time, the old servant moved an empty cabinet and silently stood back in the distance. The young man knew what the old servant meant, so he glanced at him, and he still stood on it with a real fragrance, and he could see a rough idea.

After about a stick of incense, Shen Huai and Zhang Chu came out together. The young man stepped forward and asked eagerly, "Teacher, how is it?" ”

Shen Huai shook his head and sighed: "The wind evil has entered the brain, and there is no medicine stone anymore......

When the young man heard his teacher's words, it was like a bolt from the blue, and tears fell into the rain in an instant, his teacher couldn't cure his father, so he couldn't do anything, Zhang Zhongjing suddenly went crazy and asked loudly to the sky: "God! I think I, Zhang Zhongjing, studied medicine at the age of ten, went to the clinic at the age of sixteen, and now it has been nearly ten years, saving countless people, why are good people not rewarded, why can't I even cure my father, woo woo woo ......"

After speaking, Zhang Zhongjing sat paralyzed on the ground and howled, the two teachers glanced at each other helplessly, stepped forward to comfort their apprentice, the saddest thing for a doctor is that the patient is in front of his eyes, but he can't heal it, let alone his own biological father.

In this matter, there was a knock at the door again, the sound was quite loud, and it seemed that there were still a large number of people, Nieyang City had long been strictly prohibited from leaving the city by the county order, and every household avoided the door to protect themselves. Who will come at this time? The little junior brother saw his senior brother like this, so he volunteered to open the door.

As soon as the door opened, more than 20 people with white cloths on their faces, and the guy with a blade appeared in front of him, and he ran to the backyard in fright, shouting as he ran: "Master, senior brother, it's not good, there is a large group of robbers outside, they are masked, and they are still holding knives!" Run! ”

"Hey...... Hey......" When Rao Wen and his party heard this, they immediately smiled bitterly, so they had to catch up and explain.

Rao Wen was quick to move, grabbed the little junior brother, and was about to speak, when three people turned out of the backyard, and saw a group of people catching the little junior brother and couldn't help but be surprised, Zhang Chu stepped forward and said sincerely: "All the green forest (Wang Mang appeared when the green forest army) heroes, hurt people and kill people, hurt Tianhe, you are traveling to seek wealth, what do you fancie, Zhang Fu will give it to you, if it hurts people, I will call up, the soldiers in the county will come soon, and it will be difficult for you to leave." ”

Zhang Chu himself has also practiced medicine and helped the world has traveled a lot of places, this soft and hard beautiful words have to be admired, the person who grabbed the little junior brother at the head let go of his hand, let him run back, and said proudly with a duck voice behind his back: "Our family is only for a doctor named Zhang Zhongjing, I don't know if you can give it to us?" ”

"Huh?" The crowd in Zhang's Mansion looked at the young Zhang Zhongjing in surprise, he himself was confused, he was at most well-known in the county, and he was not a sister-in-law in the family, how could a group of thieves come to arrest him?

Oops, the National Day is going to be pushed on the creation history page again, Nan Ke is here to sincerely thank the editor of the bamboo fence, thank you, thank you, Nan Ke will not break the update, live up to everyone's expectations.