There are gentlemen in the Three Kingdoms

Liu Bei was quite scrupulous about his reputation, so he did not enter the city.

Only Sun Jian led his army directly into Luoyang City after greeting several people!

It seems that this Jiangdong tiger, like other princes, is also very interested in this empty city hollowed out by Dong Zhuo, wondering if he can find any more treasures.

The houses and farmhouses in the western suburbs of Luoyang had been set on fire by the Xiliang army and turned into scorched earth. There was no one in sight, with dead trees everywhere, and there were even piles of carrion and scorched bones in the open air in the fields.

Even if the western suburbs are so ruined and withered, the scene in Luoyang city is so miserable. One can imagine that the pottery merchant is really not interested in seeing it. No matter in his previous life or his next life, what he likes to see are beautiful and cheerful things. masochistic tendencies.

So the pottery merchants also set up camp in the western suburbs and stood still.

After the camp was properly arranged, the pottery merchant, Xu Chu and Mi Fang went to observe Xu Rong who had been rescued in the battlefield.

Xu Rong was lying in a temporary tent. Thick quilts and mattresses were piled up on the wooden couch for him to recuperate, but it did not help his injuries. His right eye and cheek were wrapped in thick white cloth , the breath is as light as a gossamer, half of the face exposed, the color is pale, extremely frightening, and the lips are also chapped as if they have been scorched by fire.

Xu Rong was still suffering from a high fever at the moment, and was in a coma. The heat all over his body was like burning red charcoal, scorching his hands, scorching hot and never going away, which was very frightening.

Two medical officers of the Xuzhou army were in a hurry to wipe Xu Rong's body and boil soup.

Seeing Xu Rong's almost exhausted state, the potter asked anxiously, "How is his injury? Can it be cured?"

A medical officer wiped the bruise on his forehead, and said to the pottery merchant, "If you go back to Eldest Young Master, the wounded person has already lost one eye, and his cheek was deeply injured. I'll wait for the medicine to be stitched up, but the bleeding can be controlled, it's just..."

The potter asked hurriedly, "Just what?"

The chief medical officer sighed: "It's just that this general has suffered such a serious injury, his body is weak and weak, causing evil spirits to enter his body, he is already suffering from severe typhoid fever, typhoid fever is difficult to cure, and now he is still injured. "

When the pottery merchant and the others heard this, they couldn't help feeling cold.

"Afraid of what?"

"I'm afraid my life will be lost."

The medical conditions during the Eastern Han Dynasty were still relatively simple. Many severe diseases were incurable. Diseases such as typhoid fever were basically terminally ill in this year. Not to mention that Xu Rong was seriously injured and weak at the moment. It is a good person who has typhoid fever, whether it can be cured is still in doubt.

Seeing that the potter's complexion was not very good, the medical officer hastily said: "Don't worry, the eldest son, the villain will definitely do his best to save him with medicine!"

Xu Chu stood aside and listened, shook his head when he heard the words, and sighed to the potter: "Forget it, life and death are fate, he has suffered such a serious injury, whether he can save it is between the two. I guessed it, so why should you worry about it? Everything depends on God's will."

Mi Fang also spoke words of consolation and comfort: "In the end, the general will definitely send people to take care of him, so that there will be no mistakes."

The potter didn't say yes, but just lowered his head and closed his eyes, as if trying to think about something.

After a while, the pottery merchant suddenly turned his head and said to Mi Fang: "Order, send bamboo slips and ink."

Mi Fang was taken aback when she heard the words, and then said helplessly: "He's not dead yet, it's very unlucky for you to write a diary for him."

The potter's face turned dark, and Mi Fang had a gloomy mind, who would want him to say something!

But the Tao merchant turned his head and said to the two medical officials: "Gentlemen, Mr. Tao doesn't understand medical principles, so I can't help you. I'll write some prescriptions, and you can take them to examine them carefully and try to argue them. If you think you can If it helps, then try to save him, if it doesn't help, it can only mean that he deserves to die here."

After the pottery finished speaking, Xu Chu and Mi Fang were quite surprised.

It's no wonder, even if they borrowed their heads again, they would never have thought that the pottery merchant had the means to understand medical principles and prescribe prescriptions.

Xu Chu frowned, stepped forward and said, "My lord, prescribing prescriptions for medical treatment is not a trivial matter. If you are anxious, a certain family can understand, but if you prescribe a prescription randomly, what if someone dies from eating it?"

Before he could finish speaking, he felt someone tap his shoulder.

Xu Chu turned his head, it was Mi Fang.

Seeing Mi Fang chuckled, pouted at the half-dead Xu Rong, and said: "You can't say that, both left and right are so consumptive, it's better to eat to death."

Hearing this, Xu Chu couldn't help but feel a black thread.

When I was young, the attendants in the army brought the bamboo slips and pens and ink, and the potter spread the bamboo slips on the table, picked up the pen, recalled it carefully, and then wrote it word by word.

"Rhubarb fifteen baht, Atractylodes atractylodes eighteen baht, aconitum six baht, osmanthus heart eighteen baht"

The potter frowned, thinking carefully, and after a long while, he finished writing a prescription, and then started to write the second one.

"Southeast branch of cypress, dried violently, pounded into powder, served with wine and square inch dagger"

When I was young, I finished another copy.

"Well, Guizhi Soup Recipe: Three Liangs of Guizhi, Three Liangs of Peeled Peony, Two Liangs of Glycyrrhiza, Two Liangs of Grilled Ginger, Three Liangs of Cut Jujubes, Twelve Grids, Five Flavors, Three Flavors, Take Seven Liters of Water, Boil Three Liters on Low Heat, Drain , suitable for cold temperature"

After writing several pictures in a row, the potter just stood up, looked at the various prescriptions in his hand, and was filled with emotion.

Thousands of Gold Prescriptions and Treatise on Febrile and Miscellaneous Diseases have entered the category of public publications after a thousand years, and scientific and technological publishing institutions in many provinces will publish several editions from time to time to fill the market.

Pottery merchants did reviewing work in their previous lives, so of course they have come into contact with it, but there are ten volumes and twenty chapters in Treatise on Febrile Diseases alone, and more than 100 prescriptions, so it is impossible to completely write silently.

Now I can only be a dead horse as a living horse doctor, how much I can remember, and give these prescriptions that I can remember to these doctors for debate, maybe I can find a glimmer of life for Xu Rong in case he hits the big luck?

The pottery merchant handed over the bamboo slips in his hand to the medical officer.

"Take it and check it carefully. I may not remember the dosage of many medicines here very clearly. Some of them may be misremembered, but most of them should be fine. You are doctors and understand the principles of medicine. You follow your own Experience in medical practice, dialectical these prescriptions, figure out the pharmacology, and then increase or decrease items according to the actual situation of this person, and see if we can get him back by luck.”

Chapter 73 Night walk

The medical officer stared closely at the prescription given to him by the pottery merchant, the sweat on his forehead seemed to be dripping down, his hands holding the bamboo slips trembled unconsciously.

This medical officer is not young, and since he was sensible, he has been in the business of seeing a doctor and picking herbs. He is naturally familiar with the pharmacology and the cold and heat attributes and effects of herbs that need to be taken orally in daily dispensing. The potter's prescription is in his hand. , although the effect of some flavors is still not obvious to him, but the medicine, mechanism and dosage of some flavors have obviously been carefully deliberated and dialectical, and they are really rare prescriptions.

Traditional Chinese medicine, after thousands of years of tempering, is broad and profound, and there are dozens of uses for a single medicine. However, it is rare for this medical officer to combine the pharmacology and dosage of medicine in a prescription like today's to this extent!

"Eldest son, these few prescriptions, the villain still needs to find a few colleagues who are good at medicine to argue with them before they can come up with the prescription, and some medicinal materials may not be available in our army, we need to figure out the properties and pharmacology of the medicine, and find other medicinal materials as appropriate Tianchang" the medical officer tried his best to conceal the great horror and ecstasy in his heart, and put the bamboo slips into his sleeve.

"Okay, as soon as possible, I don't think he can delay for too long." The pottery merchant looked at Xu Rong worriedly, knowing that it was useless for him to be here at the moment, and then led Xu Chu and Mi Fang out of the tent.

"Young Master!" Although the medical officer tried his best to suppress the excitement and doubts in his heart, he still couldn't restrain the strong curiosity and thirst for knowledge in Tiantian's nature, and finally couldn't help asking: "Dare to ask the eldest son?" , where did you find these prescriptions?"

The potter turned his head and frowned slightly: "Looking for?"

"Or, or, did you read it from the collection of a famous teacher?"

Medical officials are not fools. With their background as a pottery merchant, it is impossible to study medical theory. This prescription must be obtained from a medical expert.

The corner of the potter's mouth was slightly raised, showing a sunny smile: "I'm sorry about this, I really have nothing to comment."

The medical officer was stunned when he heard the words, staring at the back of the pottery merchant, smacking his lips, feeling an indescribable feeling in his heart.

"It's really stingy to be so good at hiding."

It's not that the pottery merchant is keeping secrets. It is reasonable to give him all the prescriptions, so why are you afraid to tell him the source of the prescriptions?

There is really no way to tell him.