At the end of the Sui Dynasty, Emperor Yang was mediocre, the world was in turmoil, anti-kings rose everywhere, beacons were everywhere, after the war, the Tang Dynasty was established, and the land of China was restored to peace.

Spring goes to autumn, flowers bloom and fall, Emperor Li Shimin has been sitting in the world for 20 years, the rule of Zhenguan is also coming to an end, the heroes of the past are in the twilight, but the Tang Empire is full of vitality, the imperial capital has endless prosperity, countless winds.

If you want to talk about prosperity, not to mention Chang'an, the capital of Beijing, just Xuzhou in northern Jiangsu. Xuzhou was called Pengcheng in ancient times, one of the nine states in China, located in the key point, there is the key to the north, the gateway to the south, and there is the Xuzhou origin of the emperor of the nine dynasties, the population is dense, and the merchants gather.

Five miles outside the city of Xuzhou, there is a small village, called Wuli Village, it is said that this village was originally called Wangjia Village, the surname of the king in the village is the most, but in the Sui Dynasty, because Emperor Yang sent the world's troops to expedition to Goguryeo, Xuzhou has produced heroes since ancient times, the country has raised soldiers, and the men in the city have no reason not to enlist in the army. When the army traveled, the family was reluctant to send it again and again, and it was sent directly out of five miles away, so it had to be separated outside Wangjia Village, so Wangjia Village was called Wuli Village by the people of Xuzhou, and it became the official name.

There are 100 families in Wuli Village, except for one, the rest are all tenants, all of whom cultivate fields for this family, and this family is surnamed Wang, the head of the family Wang Youcai, marries a wife Yang, gives birth to a son Wang Ping'an, and the family has hundreds of hectares of fertile land, although it is not the number one rich man in Xuzhou, but it ranks second, and it can definitely be ranked in the top ten.

Wang Youcai was over forty years old before he got a son, named Ping'an, and now he is sixteen years old, and the Wang family has always loved him as a baby. But this child from birth to growth, has been in poor health, at every turn to get sick, this year in the spring weather is changeable, the child has dysentery, saw a lot of doctors, took a lot of decoction, but it is not good, the body is getting weaker and weaker, and it will not work.

Wang Youcai and Yang were so anxious that the corners of their mouths bubbled, and Yang cried three times a day, looking for death and life. Both of them are in their fifties and sixty years, it is impossible to have another child, once the son dies, the Wang family will be extinct, how can it not be sad?

The front yard of the royal house has been noisy these days, but the back yard is very quiet, and in the middle of the garden, next to the pond, there is a huge study, in which lies a thin young man, and by the bed sits an old woman in her fifties.

In the haze, Wang Ping'an gradually sobered up, his eyes were not opened, and he smelled a faint aroma in his nose, he wrinkled his nose and recognized that this was the smell of sandalwood, and it was a good sandalwood, a very precious kind, fragrant but not strong, sweet but not greasy, he had also lit sandalwood at home before, but the taste was much worse than now.

His eyelids were heavy, and he couldn't open anything, but he heard a babbling of words in his ears, which seemed to be a woman's voice, praying for something, but he couldn't hear the exact content.

Wang Ping'an wanted to move, but found that his body was weak and weak, and his heart shook suddenly, I am sick! What is the disease, am I not looking at the moon outside the small hotel, how can I suddenly get sick?

His heart was shocked, and his eyelids suddenly opened, and what caught his eyes was a round and white face, a familiar and unfamiliar face, the face of an old woman!

"Oh, my son woke up, thank you Buddha, thank you Buddha!" The old woman had a smile on her face, looked at Wang Ping'an lovingly, and reached out to touch his forehead.

Wang Ping'an was dizzy, and suddenly, a familiar and unfamiliar memory suddenly exploded in his mind, the amount of memory was too large, he couldn't bear it for a while, his eyes were closed, and he fainted again!

"Ping'an, Ping'an, don't be scared of your mother!" The old woman cried out, hugged Wang Ping'an's head and cried.

In the dark, Wang Ping'an subconsciously found that he had become another person, although this person was also called Wang Ping'an, but he was a sixteen-year-old Tang Dynasty man, a rich child, with parents who loved him, servants who served him, and by the way, a child daughter-in-law. This man loves to read, and since he was a child, he has never left his books, and even turned his bedroom into a study, which has tens of thousands of his books......

And now, this person is himself, he is no longer the modern Wang Ping'an, but the Tang Dynasty's Wang Ping'an!

Could it be, did I cross over? I came from modern times to ancient times? Wang Ping'an opened his eyes again, looked at the tear-stained old woman in front of him, moved his dry throat, and said in a low voice: "Mother? According to the memories he had just gained, this person was his mother Yang in this life.

Yang was surprised and delighted, her son has been sick, since the day before yesterday can not speak, she as a mother does not know how many tears, how many times to ask the Buddha, now see that her son woke up, can still call the mother, naturally overjoyed, took out the handkerchief, and wiped the tears, but this time it was tears of joy.

Wang Ping'an thought to himself: "I'm sick, but I don't know what kind of illness I have, but I don't have this in my memory." He raised his hand and pressed it lightly on his neck, calling his pulse. The tongue curled in the mouth, and the mouth was full of bitterness.

He is a skilled doctor, and now this new body is not an incurable disease, and the cause of the disease has been determined in the blink of an eye, but it is just dysentery. In the Tang Dynasty, this kind of disease would kill people, but in modern times, he can casually prescribe more than a dozen prescriptions, keep the medicine until the disease is cured, and his nickname of the little miracle doctor is not called in vain.

"Mother, son, this is ...... Is it dysentery, or is it hot dysentery, right? Wang Ping'an asked softly, although it had been diagnosed, but after all, it was a new body, so he still asked.

Yang nodded hurriedly and said, "Yes, it's hot dysentery, that's what the Cheng Shen Doctor of Jishengtang said, and he also prescribed medicine for you, I will take it, and it will be fine soon!" She smiled, comforting her son, but her heart was worried, she had been sick for a month, took dozens of doses of medicine, but did not get better, the illness was getting worse and worse, her confidence in the doctor was greatly shaken, and even had the idea of taking medicine no matter how bad, so she simply invited a goddess to dance.

It is easy to deal with hot dysentery, Wang Ping'an suddenly had several quick-acting prescriptions in his heart, and he said, "Mother, can you bring me the prescription?" ”

Yang was stunned for a moment, not understanding why his son wanted to read the prescription, but since his son wanted to read it, let him see it, got up and walked out of the study, said a few words, and asked the servant who was waiting outside to get the prescription, she turned around and returned to the bedside, it can really be said that she never left, and she loved Wang Ping'an to the extreme.

After a while, footsteps sounded outside the study, and a large group of people came hula la, the first one was the same age as the Yang family, and he was also in his fifties, wearing a purple silk robe, it was Wang Ping'an's father Wang Youcai in this life. Wang Youcai was followed by a large number of servants, who heard that Wang Ping'an had woken up, and they all rushed to visit.

As soon as Wang Youcai entered the study, he said, "Wake up safely?" Walking to the bed, he looked down at Wang Ping'an, and when he saw that his son was also looking at him, he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and said, "Amitabha, it's good to wake up, it's good to wake up." ”

Wang Ping'an called out in a small voice: "Father! ”

Wang Youcai's face showed joy, sat down beside Yang, gently patted Wang Ping'an's arm, and said, "Okay, you can speak, it's great, it's great!" "The emotions are full of emotion, and the love is beyond words.

Yang said: "My son wants to see the prescription, do you have it?" ”

"Bring it, I've got all the prescriptions!" Wang Youcai beckoned, and his own servant sent the prescription.

Wang Ping'an struggled to sit up, but Yang hurriedly put a pillow on his back, helped him sit up against the back of the bed, and said softly: "Sit down well, lying down all day long, you will get bedsores." ”

Wang Ping'an took the prescription, looked at the first few photos, shook his head slightly, these prescriptions are similar, although not prescribed by one person, but they are too simple, the main medicine is nothing more than rhubarb, Pu Ni, gypsum, Zhimu and other medicines, and the dose is not small, it is okay for strong people to take it, but for weak people to take it, I am afraid that it is harmful and useless. Among these prescriptions, only one prescription is the most symptomatic, and the medicine is also the most, and there are more medicines such as Qin, Lian, Gardenia, and Bai among the auxiliary medicines, if you treat it according to hot dysentery, a few doses will be reduced.

He waved the recipe in his hand and said, "This recipe is very good, why doesn't it work?" ”

Wang Youcai sighed and asked, "Son, do you know the prescription?" ”

Wang Ping'an hummed, casually pointed to the study, there were thousands of books in the room, maybe which one was a medical book, he pointed aimlessly, and it was estimated that others would not be able to verify it.

Sure enough, Wang Youcai and Yang nodded at the same time, they both had studied in private schools and knew some words, but it was nothing more than enlightenment reading, far less than Wang Ping'an's love of reading, and the books in the study were also bought by Wang Ping'an, they only spent money, but they didn't read them, so Wang Ping'an pointed casually, and they all thought that Wang Ping'an had really read medical books, and they didn't ask.

Wang Youcai said: "My son has studied more than 10,000 volumes, and when he gets better in the future, he will send you to Chang'an for his father, and come back with a Jinshi exam, and glorify our Wang family!" ”

Yang gave him a blank look and said, "In the future, I'll talk about it later." Son, this prescription was prescribed by the divine doctor, and if he said that it was effective, then it would naturally be good. Alas, if a miraculous doctor had been called in a month earlier, the child would not have suffered so much. ”

Wang Ping'an was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly asked: "Why, this recipe was not used when I was sick, but only used after a month of illness?" His hand trembled with the prescription, if that were the case, then this prescription would not be a good prescription for saving people, but a weapon for killing. The prescription used when you first got sick is the same as the prescription used after a month of illness!

Yang nodded and said, "Yes." At the beginning, I was looking for other Langzhong, these people have too poor medical skills to cure my son, so your father went into the city and found a miracle doctor, so he got this prescription, isn't this prescription right? ”

Wang Ping'an threw the recipe to the ground and snorted: "This is really a quack doctor who kills people without a knife!" "What becomes a miracle doctor, if you prescribe this kind of prescription, how can you become a miracle doctor, and it is almost the same as becoming a quack doctor.