"What a big breath! Little doll, why do you represent the people of the world? ”

Zhang Ji's face was a little displeased, but He Xian didn't care. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"That's it!" He Xian took out a blank book bound with twine from his arms. This is a sample that He Xian asked the paper mill guys to make overnight before he set off. The snow-white rice paper and the blue cover are the four words imitated Wang Xi's body that He Xian personally mentioned on the way here: by Zhang Zhongjing. The title of the book is blank, apparently waiting for the author to sign it.

Zhang Ji solemnly took the blank book handed over by He Xian with both hands. Zhang Ji is a doctor, but he is also a scholar. Only those who are accustomed to reading bamboo slips can understand what this snow-white book represents.

"This is paper that can be written! What's more, I can make a hundred of these books full of words in three days for a worker who can't read a single word! He Xian is like a big bad wolf who is used to deceiving the little white rabbit at the moment, throwing out all the temptations.

If this white paper that can be written has shocked Zhang Ji, then He Xian's later sentence can produce a hundred such books full of words in three days, and it is still an illiterate worker to make it, which completely stunned Zhang Ji.

"Could it be that in the years of my immersion in medicine, the world of reading has changed so dramatically? Has it really become so easy to write a book and make a statement? Zhang Ji thought blankly.

He Xian stood quietly to the side and did not speak. As in Sima Hui's situation at that time, Zhang Ji needed to digest these things by himself, which was a technology that spanned this era. He Xian can't force everyone to have such a strong ability to accept, even if Zhang Ji thinks that he is just talking nonsense, he can gladly accept it. There was Cai Hou papermaking before, although it was crude and could not be written, but after all, there was paper. Now that paper paper is available to write, this reality is not difficult to accept. But printing is an unbelievable existence for this era, does Zhang Chance believe his empty white teeth?

Zhang Ji thought for a while, reacted, put the book on the desk, stared at He Xian's eyes, changed his words, and said seriously: "The old man is eager to write books and make speeches, but he is not a person who is greedy for fame and fortune!" ”

"As soon as this medical book comes out, the kid is willing to sell it at a loss of ten copper coins! There is no such thing as profit! He Xian replied sincerely.

Ten copper coins, you will never be able to make such a beautiful book, Zhang Ji understands this truth, but this is also where Zhang Ji is more confused.

"Not for profit, for what?"

"For the people of the world to be free from the ravages of the plague one day earlier! The boy's family of 27 did not survive the Wancheng epidemic 8 years ago. He Xian replied solemnly.

Hearing this, Zhang Ji's complexion was finally moved, and the grim situation eased.

"Prescriptions are the foundation of a doctor's life, and they are not passed on to their descendants. How can you be sure that I will be willing to make this cure for the plague public? Zhang Ji still asked with some distrust.

"Without him! Just rely on the three words Zhang Zhongjing! He Xian still looked solemn. Seeing that Zhang Ji's expression began to ease, He Xian didn't understand that things were developing in the direction he had preset.

Zhang Zhongjing, the medical saint, if anyone in later generations has heard of this person's deeds, he will naturally believe this name.

"What a reason!" Zhang Ji praised the case.

Thousands of wears, but sycophants don't wear. Hearing Zhang Ji gladly accept his praise, He Xian, who had been hanging in the semi-hollow, could finally put down some of it, and his soaked back was finally not in vain.

"The old man lost his father when he was a child, and he lost his mother when he was a child, and he was covered by an epidemic. Fortunately, my uncle raised me and taught me to read and write. But the old man is fond of medicine and is determined to relieve the suffering of the people. On the way to study, I met a teacher and taught him the study of acupuncture and medicine. However, the old man later gave up traveling medicine in order to seek official officials and returned to his hometown. Lao Yu once had a junior brother who was in love with his mother, but he was ashamed of his official behavior and did not want to be in company, and he has not been heard from for 30 years. The old man is just a layman seeking an official. Now, boy, do you still trust these three words Zhang Zhongjing? Zhang Ji looked at He Xian with burning eyes and asked.

"A person who is committed to medicine to relieve the suffering of the people, in order to become an official, gives up practicing medicine for no more than two reasons, one is that his heart is not pure, and he cannot resist the temptation of fame and fortune, and the other is that he finds that being an official is more than practicing medicine to realize his ideals and ambitions and do things for the people." Thinking of this, He Xian's heart instantly crossed the names of several modern great men, one is Sun Wen, Sun Yat-sen, the father of the country who gave up medicine and joined politics, and the other is Lu Xun, a fighter who gave up medicine and followed literature to awaken the countrymen as his own responsibility. He Xian's heart suddenly brightened.

He Xian cleared his voice and said in a deep voice: "The suffering of the people's illness is a small suffering, but the people's livelihood and social welfare are the great suffering. Those who practice medicine can only treat one, ten, or one hundred people; As an official, he can save people in a county, a county, and a state. Master Zhang sacrificed the small to take the big, and pretended to be the common people in his heart, but he was a real doctor with the heart of a benevolent. Whether you practice medicine or become an official, it's just a means. ”

"Well said! I can't imagine that today it is a ten-year-old doll who understands my mind best! Rejoice! Little doll, just by what you just said, even if you don't sign it, you will be told the prescription for the epidemic! Zhang Ji looked up to the sky and laughed.

"Boy, thank you for the kindness of the people of the world!" Climb up the bamboo pole and finalize the prescription as soon as possible. Although He Xian trusts Zhang Ji's character, he can't guarantee that he will produce something, but he can't even regret it.

"Zhang Chu!"

"The disciple is here!" The middle-aged man in his forties, who had been standing beside Zhang Ji, replied in a deep voice.

"Tell your wife to make a few side dishes, I want to have a few drinks with this little brother today!" Zhang Ji told his disciples.

"Yes!" Zhang Chu respectfully accepted the order and walked to the back hall.

Zhang Ji turned his head to look at He Xian, "Little Brother He, if you don't dislike it, you can sit for a while, wait for the old man to finish reading the patients in the queue behind, and then talk to you about it before it's too late!" ”

"What the boy wants!" Hearing that Zhang Ji called himself his little brother, He Xian knew that this matter was basically done today. I found a futon on the side, and sat down against a large column in the yamen.

In the confrontation with Zhang Ji, He Xian's energy consumption was no less than that of Wuchu Valley against Qin Jie. But for He Xian, being able to convince the Medical Sage to contribute to the theory of typhoid fever is much more important than a battle of bandits! I have seen the epidemic rampant, but I can't do anything about it, so I can understand the powerlessness in it! Now that we have decided to integrate into this world, the fewer opponents that indiscriminately kill the epidemic, the better. Even He Xian himself can resist some of the epidemic diseases because of his physical condition. But the people around him? Will Old Lady He be able to resist it? Can He Jin and He Miao resist it? There are many, many people he will see as friends, comrades-in-arms, subordinates, and even innocent civilians.

Since fate made him live again, and it just so happened that he had the ability to dig out this prescription and stop the invasion of the epidemic, then what he had to do was to spread this prescription and live more people! He Xian believes that this is his responsibility! It was fate that arranged him to come to this world, and he had to do something!