Today's entire Datang is in a mess, whether it is Henan Province, Huainan Province, and Shannan Province north of the Yangtze River, or Hedong Road, Guannei Road, Henan Mansion, and Jingzhao Mansion on both sides of the Yellow River.

The same is true of the imperial capital, which has only been a few days, and the people of Chang'an, the imperial capital, who have seen the situation clearly, are unwilling to continue to stay in the imperial capital for a long time, they took their wives and children, sold their belongings, and left the imperial capital.

With the trend of scholars entering the south of the Yangtze River, they entered the two provinces of the south of the Yangtze River together.

But most people are still reluctant to leave Chang'an City, because the emperor is their hometown and the place they rely on for survival. They accompanied the imperial capital city through the most prosperous ten years, and with the imperial capital city, they reached the peak of the prosperous era together.

Now, let them go?

They will not leave, they will continue to stay in the imperial capital, as usual, as long as the imperial capital city is not broken, it will still be their hometown, and the family will be there.

Located in the East City, the grass picking hall is a very ordinary-looking pharmacy, and even in these, with the movement of the Tang Dynasty, the guys in the shop are all running around, and now there are only four or five people left in the grass picking hall.

No one knows who the owner of the grass hall is, but occasionally someone will see an old man with gray hair entering and leaving the grass hall. Even the guys in the shop rarely see their boss.

Even, these guys don't even know the name and surname of the boss. It's just that at the beginning of each month, someone will send the previous month's monthly money. The rest of the guys are either from Chang'an, the imperial capital, or they have nowhere to go, anyway, they are begging for food, drink and Lazar everywhere, and they will at least have no worries about food and clothing in the grass picking hall.

It's just these subs, with some exceptions. The owner of the grass shop, the gray-haired old man, has never left the shop since he returned to the shop a few days ago.

followed the boss back, and there was also a middle-aged Confucian student, a young man from the rivers and lakes who was carried by Confucian in one hand.

In addition to eating and drinking every day, the owner of the grass picking hall has never left the house, and neither has the middle-aged Confucian student.

The white-haired owner of the grass gleaning hall, few people know the name and surname, but there are always people who do. It's like staying in the house right now, looking out the window at ease with the traffic.

"Old man Sun, how long will my junior brother wake up?" Zizi looked a little upset, he really didn't like this kind of life in the imperial capital, he didn't like it since many years ago, otherwise he wouldn't choose to retreat to the mountains and forests and not ask about the world.

The old man is a famous person in the medical field of the Tang Dynasty, and the divine doctor Sun Shichang. He sat in the room, holding a bowl of warm tea in his hand, and on the couch in front of him, Guo Xiaojiu, whose face had gradually become ruddy, had a bloody color.

"In three days, I promise to wake up. Sun Shichang turned his head and said as he looked at his comfortable back.

Zizi's brows furrowed slightly, he turned his head and stared at the direction of the couch carefully: "It will take three more days?

"Comfortable boy, don't you believe my old man, I think back then, your master was pulled back by me from the ghost gate,

What's more, your junior brother is making such a small fight. Sun Shichang stared at his comfortable eyes and said very seriously.

Listening to this, he shook his head, unwilling to talk to this old man again, this old man talked about his own year, but I was afraid that he would not be able to finish it for a few days and nights.

Sure enough, the old man began his own slow narration, the old man Sun Shichang is a very spiritual old man, according to his own words, he should be at least ninety years old now. The empress has reigned for more than 30 years, which is his heyday, and when it comes to miracle doctors on the rivers and lakes, it must be his grandson Shichang.

Listening to it a little irritating, he pouted, stepped out, and a flash, the shadow was no longer in the room.

"Cut. Sun Shichang shook his head, continued to hold the tea bowl, looked back at the couch, he put down the tea bowl, reached out and clasped it on Guo Xiaojiu's forehead, and his smile gradually expanded.

This kid's life is really hard enough, if it is rested on other people, I am afraid that it will not last so long. Sun Shichang discovered the residual medicinal effect of the Tianshan Snow Lotus in Guo Xiaojiu's body, so that he could pull Guo Xiaojiu back from the ghost gate so easily, and he guessed that this young man should have experienced the same life and death decision in the last year or two.

But his right medicine, after all, he took advantage of some loopholes, which he didn't explain to himself. He drugged Guo Xiaojiu like this, and in the future, he was afraid that the medicinal effect of Tianshan Snow Lotus would no longer be as miraculous as before.

Guo Xiaojiu is indeed no longer in any serious trouble, according to his best guess, he should gradually recover his vitality within three days, and then wake up smoothly.

Old man Sun Shichang was very happy, because when he saw Guo Xiaojiu, Guo Xiaojiu even stopped breathing, since he was able to save Guo Xiaojiu, it proved that over the years, although he was old, his medical skills did not grow old with age.

"Sun Shichang is still the number one miracle doctor in Datang. Sun Shichang thought that after seeing those old acquaintances, he would definitely be able to raise his head and tell them about his great achievements in recent years.

It was almost noon, Zizi returned to the house, and brought back food, he didn't go to chat with Sun Shichang, he couldn't stand the nagging of this old man.

Even if there are no readers in the world, there is no one who can't nag. It's just Sun Shichang's nagging, no matter what you say, he himself can talk about nagging for days and nights.

Sun Shichang has no descendants, which is the biggest regret in his life, because his wife died early, and he has not liked other women for the rest of his life.

But he Sun Shi often has a descendant, and in the Tang Dynasty medical circle, as long as he has seen his "Thousand Golden Prescriptions", he can be regarded as his successor.

"I hope that everyone in the Tang Dynasty will be my Sun Shichang!" This is what Sun Shichang often says to those old gentlemen in the medical field.

Nowadays, in the entire territory of Datang, no matter how big or small the medical hall is, if there is no hidden copy of "A Thousand Golden Prescriptions", it will not be regarded as a serious medical hall, and it will not be recognized by the official family of Datang.

"I will leave the imperial capital tonight, and I will come back in three days, and the affairs of my junior brother will be handed over to Old Man Sun for the time being. "Since I have eaten

Said with a slight bow.

"You don't want to see your junior brother wake up with your own eyes?" asked Sun Shichang as he walked over to the wooden table.

"No, I have a lot of important things to do. As soon as he finished speaking, the man had already left.

On the cloudless clear sky, a middle-aged Confucian student stepped into the sky, leaving a glow in the sky.

"Do you dislike my old man's broken mouth?" Sun Shichang picked up a piece of pastry, took a bite and said suspiciously.

It's just that no one will answer this question for him, and he doesn't need an answer from others. saved Guo Xiaojiu this time, and he got the promise of being comfortable, even if he was an old man, when he passed away, and no one collected the body, Guo Xiaojiu and Zizi would help him collect the body.

The ideal of the old man for the rest of his life is nothing more.

Of course, he has been walking around in Datang all these years, just to see those familiar faces, and then nag them about the old past.

It's a pity that in recent years, he has walked on the rivers and lakes, and he has seen fewer and fewer familiar faces, and many have entered the loess.

It didn't matter if he entered the loess, he took the medicine and wine, ran to the grave of others, sat on the grave and talked for a few days and nights. Go and say it to himself, because he knows that no one will answer his words, but someone must be listening to his nagging.

It's the old guys with familiar faces.

Every time he thinks of their names, it is difficult to remember the appearance and deeds of their lives, which is the most regrettable thing for him.

Sun Shichang is not afraid of death, he is afraid that one day, he will die silently like those old guys, and after he dies, even his old fellows have forgotten what he looks like and what he has done.

His life is not willing to be ordinary, so he hopes that a hundred years after his death, or even a thousand years, there will still be people who can remember his name.

I don't know when, the sun has set.

The old man moved over a chaise longue, lay down in front of the window, and began his story for the day.

There was no one in the room except Guo Xiaojiu who was in a coma, he was telling the old guys underground, after all, they hadn't heard of anything in the past few years.

It wasn't until late at night that Sun Shichang smiled, smashed his mouth, and ended today's story.

"Old guys, it is estimated that it will not be long before I will have to go down to accompany you, I will definitely be stronger than you, stronger than all of you, because my Sun Shichang is the divine doctor Sun Shichang who is still in the hearts of people after a hundred years of the Tang Dynasty!

The old man slowly closed his eyes, not being able to see the next day's Datang. The prosperity of the Tang Dynasty turned into decline, and it also sent away this ninety-year-old miracle doctor.

The middle-aged Confucian student, who turned back in the early morning of the second morning, saw this old gentleman in the night, the last stubbornness!