Practicing Medicine in the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 115 Zhuang Zhou Mengdie

The day of July is like a big steamer held by the gods in the world. The steam is steaming from the asphalt road, exuding a faint pungent smell, adding an unpleasant smell to the already scorching hot city. Very pleasant body odor.

Xia Chan, who is rare in big cities nowadays, suddenly sprung up like mushrooms after a spring rain, hiding in the corner of the city and secretly playing the music of her courtship, tearing people's restless nerves.

Even so, the air-conditioning in the animal operating room was turned on a little too much, Wu Yi couldn't help shivering in the thick surgical gown, and subconsciously complained: "Who turned on the air-conditioning, this is it."

wait, here is...

Wu Yi raised his eyes subconsciously. The cold surgical lamp was covering the top of his head, showing busy figures around him. Colleagues in green surgical gowns were concentrating on performing an animal operation under the cold light. Hearing his words Complaining, only then raised a pair of crooked pupils with smiling eyes.

"Junior brother, if you exercise more, you won't be cold. Come on, you sew this skin up, and senior brother will step down first!"

Wu Yi accepted the needle holder in his hand with a dazed expression. Before he could turn his head around, his fingers were already operating proficiently with hundreds of thousands of experiences.

When the last surgery result was typed out neatly, Wu Yi finally came to his senses. Did he travel back to modern times?

What about Tang Dynasty himself?

Could it be that the fake death medicine failed to concoct, so that Wu Yi's body died more than 1000 years ago, and his soul traveled back to the modern age with advanced technology?

So what about those who are waiting for him to "resurrect from the dead"?He has never seen Shen Hanshan sad. Taiping must have cried to tears, and Jing'er...

If you never wake up from a long sleep, I will go with you, and I won't leave you alone under the nine springs.

The murmured words seemed to have a warm breath, and they still echoed softly in his ears.

I couldn't help but tighten my palms, Jing'er, you must not do anything stupid.

Before letting go of the worry in my heart, I heard a heart-piercing scream from the side: "Who is it, it's moving, mine, phenobarbital sodium!"

Reluctantly, Wu Yi took off his gloves, walked over to Senior Brother Zhou, and sure enough, the anesthetic in the medicine bottle had been emptied.

At this juncture of anesthesia control, anesthesia has become the most precious drug in animal surgery. No wonder Senior Brother Zhou looks like he has been robbed of his girlfriend.

Anesthetic……

A familiar prescription suddenly flashed in Wu Yi's mind.

After pondering for a moment, he still patted his brother on the shoulder: "Senior brother Zhou, tell me, can we use traditional Chinese medicine for anesthesia?"

Senior Brother Zhou raised his head suspiciously, as if looking at a stranger: "Chinese medicine can still anesthetize? Why don't you say that Hua Tuo has traveled through time."

Hua Tuo did not travel through time, but he, who has studied Chinese medicine for more than ten years in the Tang Dynasty, did invent a prescription for anesthetic.

Wu Yi ignored Zhou Qingyun's questioning face, grabbed the ballpoint pen beside the table, and wrote down the prescription of anesthesia powder on the waste paper.

I haven't used a ballpoint pen for a long time, and the feel of the pen tip touching the paper is familiar yet unfamiliar. Wu Yi can't help but say to himself that he really can't even hold a pen to write.

On the contrary, Zhou Qingyun showed a shocked gaze: "Junior brother, when did you learn this skill?"

"Huh?" Wu Yi looked down. It turned out that the prescriptions he had written subconsciously had used traditional Chinese characters habitually, and they were the more popular running script in the Tang Dynasty.

It's a pity that in the eyes of Zhou Qingyun of modern people, this is the same as the font used by doctors, it is an incomprehensible ghost character.

"I learned it in a hobby class when I was a child." Wu Yi lied without changing his face, and copied the simplified Chinese he could understand to him again, "Brother, why don't you try this prescription, it should be able to play a role in anesthesia."

Zhou Qingyun took the traditional Chinese medicine prescription dubiously, took out his mobile phone, and entered it one by one according to the names of the medicines on it.

Wu Yi couldn't help laughing. He had forgotten that modern society already has a huge network database. If you have any prescription, you don't have to go through the trouble of checking it like the ancients. You only need to search with one button to find the relevant information.

"There really is such a prescription! Anesthesia powder...was invented by an imperial physician of the Tang Dynasty, but unfortunately that imperial physician did not leave his name in the history books..." Zhou Qingyun quickly browsed through the searched treatments. , half teasingly, "Junior Brother, you must have traveled here, you know traditional Chinese characters, and you know such an ancient prescription."

Wu Yi touched the tip of his nose and smiled noncommittally.

Up until now, he was a little confused. Did he travel back again, or was it just a dream to return to the Tang Dynasty, and now he just woke up from the dream and returned to the real world?

Zhuang Zhou dreaming of a butterfly, or a butterfly dreaming of Zhuang Zhou?

Just as he was thinking about it, he suddenly felt a slight tremor under his feet.

"Senior brother, look."

The ballpoint pen on the table also trembled slightly with the shaking of the ground, proving that their feelings were not hallucinations.

Zhou Qingyun's expression froze immediately.

The two looked at each other and exchanged a look of horror.

earthquake.

Before the two of them escaped from the dangerous underground animal operating room, the magnitude of the vibration suddenly intensified. The whole house seemed to be shaken by a pair of big hands in the palm of their hands. As the world was spinning, Wu Yi faintly heard an anxious voice.

"Master!"

What followed was a hand reaching out to him.

Wu Yi trusted this hand inexplicably, and shook it without hesitation.

The warm and flexible palms were tightly intertwined with his fingers, as if with infinite strength, they pulled him out of the violently shaking world at once.

After a burst of dazzling white light, Wu Yi opened his eyes.

What came into view was a worried face, with frowning eyebrows and a haggard expression.

Seeing him wake up, a hint of surprise flashed in those deep eyes.

"Master, you finally woke up." As soon as the words came out, he choked up three points. The separation of these three days was like life and death.

"Jing'er?" Wu Yi looked around subconsciously, only to realize that he was on a carriage. It turned out that the feeling of the ground shaking in the dream was just the bumping and shaking of the carriage.

The cold feeling in the dream should be due to the hypothermia after taking the fake death drug.

The west wind swept over the curtains of the car, and a few strands of warm sunlight fell in. The whole body seemed to be slowly thawing in the melting summer sun, and all the senses poured into his body again.

Everything just now was just a dream.

Only the hand that pulled him out of the vortex just now was still tightly clamped on his hand, with his fingers pressed together, unwilling to let go for a moment.

"Master, you have slept for a long time." The corners of Li Jing's eyes moistened slightly, and the words he wanted to say lingered in his heart, scrambling to tell this person, but when he spoke, there was only a soft murmur language.

"You finally woke up."

"How long have I been asleep?" Wu Yi only felt his brain sore and swollen, and he didn't know when he would be in the world instead of a dream.

"Three days." Li Jing's voice was a little hoarse, "At first, even Dr. Shen said that you were determined not to survive, but I don't believe that you will leave us cruelly. Fortunately, fortunately, you finally woke up gone."

For the past three days, he has stayed by Wu Yi's side day and night, almost without water, let alone washing and tidying up.Taking a closer look, a stubble of blue beard had protruded from his lips, which complemented the pair of heavy dark circles under his eyes, making him look even more slovenly and haggard.

This unkempt and unruly appearance is far from the elegant appearance of a good man in a troubled world.

Looking at his desolate face, Wu Yi couldn't help but feel a pain in his heart. He gently stroked the other's knuckles with his clasped hands, and blurted out distressed words: "You've lost weight, Jing'er."

you lost weight.

These three words were still said by Li Jing to himself when he was in the prison of Dali Temple.

"Not skinny, if you don't believe me try it."

Li Jing opened his arms and hugged him through a layer of quilt. The other person's skeletal body was tightly wrapped around his body, like a net that couldn't be broken, firmly capturing his trapped body. beast.

Wu Yi's pale face turned red, and he said in a low voice, "Let go, hug and hug, what a shame."

Not only did Li Jing not let go, but he hugged him even tighter: "You know, this trip is my request to the Queen of Heaven to send your corpse back to Yuanzhou City for burial, and the fallen leaves return to their roots. I think if you really go, you will definitely I don't want to be buried in Chang'an City."

Only then did Wu Yi understand why he was on the bumpy carriage, and he couldn't help but look out the window, but saw countless mountains receding backwards, and the rushing river rushing in the opposite direction of the carriage. And the checkpoints of Chang'an City have already disappeared within the scope of vision.

"Then how did this case end in the end?" Wu Yi really didn't know what happened during the three days he was in a coma, and how Li Jing took back his "corpse" from Di Renjie.

"Zhang Qiren murdered General Zhenwu, this is a solid fact, but who ordered him, there is no living person who can testify. Although Di Renjie intends to investigate, he is determined not to find you."

Wu Yi still had doubts in his heart: "How can the prince let it go?"

"The prince will not pursue this matter anymore, Master, don't worry, I have already arranged everything properly." Li Jing briefly mentioned the matter behind the scenes, and did not hide Wu Yi's intention, But don't want him to know too much.

"That peace..." Wu Yi still couldn't let go of that innocent and lively child.After getting along with each other for several years, in his heart, Taiping is no longer that high-ranking, spoiled princess, but a little girl who is loved and missed.

Li Jing helplessly covered Wu Yi's eyes with her palm: "Taiping is still clamoring to come to Yuanzhou to see you in the future, but she has her own sense of propriety, and she will definitely not reveal this matter."

The light in front of him was suddenly cut off, leaving only warm whispers in his ears.

"Master, you asked so many people, why didn't you just ask me?"