After a day and a half of trekking, Zhang Fan and his party finally arrived in Duyang after sunset the next day. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Zhang Fan's army was stationed outside the city to rest for a day, and the next morning Zhang Fan took a team of guards to Duyang County.

In order to facilitate Zhang Fan's actions, Zhang Zhi ordered the lieutenant to follow Zhang Fan to Duyang, and after the lieutenant identified himself, Duyang County ordered him to personally go out of the city to welcome Zhang Fan into the city.

For this kind of low-level petty official, Zhang Fan had nothing to be perfunctory, and directly asked him to summon Huang Zhong to come, and the county commander did not dare to slack off, and quickly ordered someone to summon Huang Zhong.

Zhang Fan drank a cup of tea, and the official reported that Huang Zhong had arrived, Zhang Fan put down the teacup and looked at the door, only to see a middle-aged military attache in his thirties and forties walking in.

He is about 8 feet 7 inches tall, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, a wide forehead and a broad face, a tiger body and a bear waist, a resolute appearance, a dignified demeanor, and a majestic walk.

After Huang Zhong came in, he respectfully introduced Zhang Fan to the county order, Huang Zhong was slightly surprised, but he still saluted Zhang Fan rudely.

It seems that his mental quality is not a little stronger than Wei Yan's, but it is not surprising to think that Huang Zhong is already not confused.

Zhang Fan smiled: "I heard that you are reluctant to leave Duyang, tell me why?" ”

Huang Zhong's face was bitter, and he said gloomily:

"Back to the prince, the humble only son Xu was cold when he was young, frail and sickly, and his health has deteriorated in recent years, and he can't bear the pain of running around, so although he misses the wrong love of the prince and marquis, he is helpless."

Zhang Fan knew this clearly, and pretended to be surprised and said:

"It turns out that Ling Lang is already so sick...... Have you ever sought medical advice? ”

Huang Zhongyi said happily: "In the past ten years, I have taken my dog to the north and south, visited famous doctors, and scattered all my family wealth in vain. Last year, Zhang Taishou also took a look, saying that the dog was terminally ill and could not be treated with medicine, so we returned to our hometown. ”

The "Zhang Taishou" he said should be Zhang Zhongjing, a generation of medical saints who once served as Changsha Taishou, and his medical work "Treatise on Typhoid Fever and Miscellaneous Diseases" written in 205 AD played a huge role in promoting the development of medicine in later generations.

Even Zhang Zhongjing said that there was no help, it seems that Huang Xu's illness is indeed quite tricky!

Zhang Fan pondered for a moment and said, "Where is Ling Lang, why don't you let me take a look-"

Huang Zhong was shocked, and a glimmer of hope was rekindled in his eyes, he had also heard all kinds of rumors about Zhang Fan, since the medical skills of the mortal world could no longer save his son, maybe he could only rely on immortal magic to create miracles.

Huang Zhong immediately bowed down and said emotionally:

"If the prince can save the dog, he is willing to be a cow and a horse for the rest of his life, and he will never complain."

Zhang Fan hurriedly pulled him up and said warmly:

Han Sheng's words were serious. Let's give it a try, it is not yet known whether it will succeed or not. It's too early to tell—"

Huang Zhong choked up and said: "Whether it is successful or not, loyalty will always be great." ”

Zhang Fan smiled: "Okay, it's important to save people, let's hurry up!" ”

Huang Zhong led the way in front and took Zhang Fan and his party to his house, two low yellow mud tile houses, the houses were empty and empty, and there was not even a decent piece of furniture.

I heard that Huang Zhong was not from a bad background, and he was considered a wealthy family in his early years, but it seems that Huang Xu's illness dragged down this family......

Huang Zhong chose to enlist in the army, probably to earn medical expenses for his son!

The room was filled with a strong smell of Chinese medicine, and the young man lying on the bed was about one or twenty years old, five points similar to Huang Zhong, his face was sallow, without a trace of blood, and on his thin cheeks, two cheekbones protruded like two hills.

"Daddy—"

Seeing Huang Zhong open the door and come in, he struggled to sit up from the bed, his pale face distorted by pain, and thin beads of sweat oozed from his forehead, as if every movement was a huge torture.

Huang Zhong's eyes were slightly red, and he said in a hoarse voice:

"Xu'er, don't move."

Huang Zhong skillfully wiped the sweat on his forehead for him, and then tucked the quilt......

Huang Xu looked at Zhang Fan who came in and was stunned, there was such a handsome and fairy-like character in the world.

Looking at his dressed temperament, there are almost four words all over his body: unspeakably expensive.

It's hard not to feel ashamed of himself when standing in front of him, how could my father be involved with such a person?

Looking at his son's strange expression, Huang Zhong reacted and said warmly:

"Xu'er, this is the champion Hou-"

"Champion Hou?" Huang Xu's eyes widened, his mouth opened wide, and he couldn't help blurting out:

"Zhang Renfu?"

"Bastard-" Huang Zhong's face changed greatly, and he feigned anger and said:

"Rebel! You don't want to die, how dare you be rude to the prince? ”

Then he apologized to Zhang Fan with an embarrassed face: "The dog is rude, he collided with the prince, and asked the prince to forgive him-"

In a feudal society of dignity and order, it is already a great disrespect to call a marquis to his face, and most of them end miserably.

Zhang Fan smiled slightly and said warmly:

"It doesn't matter. Don't be so nervous......"

Huang Zhong saw that Zhang Fan's demeanor did not seem to be fake, so he breathed a sigh of relief, glared at Huang Xu fiercely, and said:

"Son, thank you for it."

Huang Xu knew that he was speechless, and his face turned white with fright. Then God said,

"Thank you, Marquis—"

Zhang Fan waved his hand and said with a smile:

"It's okay, don't be so nervous, I know you don't have a heart...... I'm here today to learn more about your condition, and hopefully find a cure—"

Huang Xu was overjoyed, leaving tears of excitement, unable to say a word, so he could only nod his head. He knew that if there was only one person in the world who could save him, there was no doubt that it would only be the person in front of him.

Then Zhang Fan began to ask questions about Huang Xu's condition, such as cold and heat, sweating, pain, sleep, food taste, second stool, etc.

Huang Xu answered one by one, Huang Zhong occasionally added a few words, and asked for more than an hour, and Zhang Fan occasionally squeezed some parts to ask Huang Xu's feelings.

Huang Zhong was very satisfied with Zhang Fan's consultation, and in his opinion, the questions asked by Zhang Fan were very pertinent and professional, clear and accurate, and definitely not perfunctory.

In fact, Zhang Fan doesn't know medical skills at all, and the questions he asked were all asked by more than a dozen senior professors from tertiary hospitals in the live broadcast room, he just relayed it, through Huang Xu's answers, and observing Huang Xu's state, so that they could determine the lesions and symptoms.

After Zhang Fan asked, he began to close his eyes and recuperate, in fact, he was waiting for those experts and professors to discuss a result:

What the hell is this? Can it be cured? How to treat it? How long will the treatment take? Is it risky?

Zhang Fan had to make a trade-off based on their suggestions, saving Huang Xu was definitely to recover Huang Zhong, but if the success rate was too low or the cost was too great, Zhang Fan would definitely give up directly......

Huang Zhong and Huang Xu thought that Zhang Fan was thinking, and waited anxiously, not even daring to make a big movement or disturb when he breathed.

Just like that, half an hour passed, Zhang Fan finally opened his eyes, Huang Zhong's heart beat faster, and said with a trill:

"How's it going?"

Zhang Fan cleared his throat and made a gesture before saying:

"Ahem, I already know what kind of illness Ling Lang has—"

Huang Zhong swallowed nervously, they had seen many doctors before, and most of the diagnoses were not the same.

"What?"

Zhang Fan lightly spit out two words: "tuberculosis." ”

Huang Xu is like a heavy stick on his head, and his face is like ashes; Huang Zhong's eyes were glazed, as if he had been drained of his strength for a moment, and muttered to himself:

"How so? Tuberculosis...... Tuberculosis ......" (To be continued.) )