Practicing Medicine in the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 108 Guilt

When Chen Jiwen listened to the ins and outs of what he said, he probably already had an idea in his heart, but he only twirled his beard and remained silent for a while.

Zhang Yi said urgently: "If the doctor has something difficult to say, you can just say it directly, or the gentleman is a man of great talent and has an arrogant temper. It is not difficult for me to invite him in person."

Chen Jiwen shook his head and said, "That's not the reason. As far as I know, although the medical worker has outstanding medical skills, he is humble and polite, and he is not frivolous."

Zhang Yi was surprised: "Then what is the doctor's embarrassment?"

Chen Jiwen's gaze was wrong, and he looked at the flowers and trees in the courtyard that had thanked him for a spring, as if all his thoughts also fell to the ground together, and were crushed into mud.

After a while, he said in a deep voice: "Mr. Zhang should have heard that the case of Zhang Qiren murdering the Emperor of Filial Piety started with a small student."

Zhang Yi thought about it for a moment, then nodded and said, "That's right, this case was tried by my father at the time, so I was also deeply impressed."

Immediately reacting, he looked surprised: "Could it be that the holy hand who brought the dead back to life is..."

Chen Jiwen nodded slowly: "Yes, according to your description, that person is Wu Yi, the student who caused many disputes back then."

Zhang Yi's brows couldn't help but gather into a peak: "My father's chronic illness is not healed, and it is mostly because of the old case and obsession too much that he became a demon. He deeply felt that he was sorry to honor the emperor, and he misunderstood Zhang Qiren, but what he hated the most was At that time, I made a mistake and used Zhou Xing wrongly, so that the situation escaped his control, so that I missed the last chance to bring down the Queen of Heaven, which is a pity to this day."

Chen Jiwen withdrew his sad eyes, and his voice was still as steady as a pool of deep pools: "It is for this reason that the so-called joy and sadness, anger hurt the liver, thoughts hurt the spleen, and fear hurt the kidneys. Old Mr. Zhang is currently in a lingering illness, and he can't stand the emotional stress." It's exciting. I'm afraid that Wu Yi's coming to see a doctor for him will cause the sadness of his old man instead."

Hearing this, Zhang Yi also took it seriously: "I didn't expect my father and him to have a relationship, so speaking of it, it would be better not to invite him."

The two were stopping to talk, when they suddenly heard an old and frail voice from behind.

"You don't need to worry so much, the old man is not that cowardly yet."

Zhang Yi hurriedly turned her head to look, it turned out that it was Steward Zhang who walked out of the room slowly with Zhang Wenguan, and hurriedly stepped forward to support him.

Zhang Wenguan became emaciated from the illness, and his whole body was like a hollow piece of rotten wood, drained of all his weight and strength. Only a slightly hot palm that fell on Zhang Yi's arm still seemed to weigh a thousand catties, pressing heavily on his son. restless heart.

"Father, what do you mean..."

Zhang Wenguan took a deep look at him: "Wu Yi is welcome."

Zhang Yi couldn't help shaking her palm, but was held down by a dry and strong palm like an eagle's claw, and quickly calmed down: "My son understands."

Only then did Zhang Wenguan turn to Chen Jiwen, with a soft but steady voice: "Dr. Lao Chen is here."

Chen Jiwen couldn't help raising his eyes to look at the old, sick, weak and still unwilling to die prince minister, as if under his withered and ashen body, he saw again the beating heart full of strength and scheming. Heart.

The next day, Chen Jiwen visited Taiping Temple in person and made a special trip to invite Wu Yi.

Wu Yi was quite puzzled by this. It was their duty for these medical workers to be sent to the courtiers' homes to see a doctor and check the pulse. Usually, it was only necessary to send eunuchs or book boys to pass orders.Now that Chen Jiwen has become the Imperial Physician, he is in charge of the entire Imperial Medical Office. For such a trivial matter, there is really no need for him to pay a visit in person.

Although I was puzzled in my heart, there was still a courteous smile on my face: "I don't know which minister's house the doctor wants me to go to?"

Chen Jiwen's eyes slowly sank, with a little lenient meaning: "It's Zhang Wenguan who is seriously ill, Mr. Zhang, and wants to ask you to go to the house for a pulse."

Wu Yi was even more surprised. Zhang Wenyu is a veteran minister, one of the axis forces of the Eastern Palace Party, and has always been relied on by Prince Li Xian, so his illness has always been taken care of by Dr. Chen Jiwen himself without anyone else's hands. How could it suddenly happen now? Just imagined, asking him to be a little medical worker to take care of the illness?

As if aware of his doubts, Chen Jiwen patted him on the shoulder, with the intention of persuading him: "Mr. Zhang is upright by nature, and he is not a man of favoritism. The reason for letting you go this time is not to make things difficult, but because he His family saw your ability to bring the dead back to life and save people in the West Market, so they want you to give it a try, maybe you can save his life."

Hearing this, the corners of Wu Yi's mouth twitched. What happened that day was just a misunderstanding of the common people. How can there be a miracle doctor in this world who can really bring the dead back to life?

Besides, can I cure even the disease that you, the capital of the apricot altar, can't do anything about?

But he could only bite the bullet and catch it: "Your official must do his best."

"I know you have no bias in your heart, and you will do your best for any patient." Chen Jiwen smiled slightly, showing a lot of appreciation, which immediately turned into a long sigh, "But doctors often treat patients differently, and patients treat doctors differently." The same fair attitude often has different purposes. You have to figure out what Zhang Gong wants you to treat. Only when we know the purpose of the patient can we as doctors prescribe the treatment Fangzi, do you understand what I mean?"

Chen Jiwen's words were like an unfathomable wind, causing ripples in Wu Yi's heart that could not go away for a long time.

Feeling uneasy and doubtful in his heart, Wu Yi nodded: "I understand, thank you Dr. Chen for your suggestion."

Only then did Chen Jiwen nod, the smile in his eyes faded: "Understood, just go, remember what the old man said."

Dr. Chen had just left the Taiping Temple, when a carriage from the Zhang family stopped outside the backyard door, and a hale and hearty old man with white hair and long beard stepped out of the carriage. When he saw Wu Yi, he leaned over and said, "Please ask the divine doctor to help you." Save my master's life."

Wu Yi hurriedly helped him up: "Is your master Zhang Wenguan Zhang Gong?"

That old man is the housekeeper of the Zhang residence, and he specially came to pick Wu Yi up to pass the residence in person, and he knew it was this person at the first sight, and he couldn't help being overjoyed: "Exactly, I think Mr. Chen has already explained to you."

Wu Yi said: "Dr. Chen just left, I really wanted to go to the residence, but I didn't expect you to come first."

While the two were talking, they had already boarded the carriage, a burst of dust flew up, and the Taiping Temple went further and further away, gradually disappearing from sight.

Not long after, with the loud and powerful sound of the coachman reining in the horse, the carriage had already arrived at the gate of Zhang's residence.

Steward Zhang led Wu Yi to the wing where Zhang Wenguan lived, and at the same time explained his illness in detail over the years. It was nothing more than being disturbed by the old case back then, so he kept it in his heart. There is an irreversible trend.

"Mr. Wu, as long as you can cure my father's illness, our Zhang family will definitely not treat you badly." Steward Zhang seemed to grasp a life-saving straw, his eyes flashed with hope, "Master is also too worried , otherwise it shouldn't be... Well, anyway, there is Mr. Lao."

"I will do my best." Wu Yi comforted.

However, as soon as he entered the wing room where Zhang Wenguan lived, Wu Yi knew with just one glance that this time he might not be able to return to heaven, and he would live up to the old man's ardent expectations.

Before Zhang Yi served the sick bed, seeing Wu Yi rushing over, she hurriedly gave up her seat: "Mr., please suspend your pulse."

Zhang Wenguan was lying on the sick bed, with only a pair of torch-like eyes in his withered body, he stared at Wu Yi steadfastly, and a hoarse voice escaped from the corners of his lips: "You all go out, let Mr. Wu take care of my illness."

Zhang Yi hurriedly said "yes", and walked out of the door together with Butler Zhang, carefully closing the door.

Wu Yi just picked up Zhang Wenguan's arm, but felt that his pulse was beating suddenly like a wave in the wind, sliding under his fingertips, like a slippery ball that couldn't be grasped, and he already had a sense of measure in his heart.

This is the pulse of a malignant tumor.

Looking at his complexion again, there is a touch of dark waxy yellow in the paleness, and he checked his abdomen again, but only his abdomen is slightly swollen in his thin body. When pressed, there is a feeling of kneading the dough, and when knocked, there is a dull agitation. It is already known that this is probably the advanced stage of liver cancer.

So he asked softly: "Dare to ask Mr. Zhang, have you ever had symptoms of vomiting blood?"

Zhang Wenguan blinked instead of nodding: "It did happen once, and it was a narrow escape. Fortunately, Dr. Chen tried his best to save the old man's life."

Wu Yi was even more convinced of his diagnosis, and before he could figure out some euphemistic words to tell the old man the fact that he was terminally ill, Zhang Wenguan had already opened his mouth.

"A few years ago, when Dr. Zhang Qiren was still around, I heard him mention your name, and I heard Steward Zhang talk about your ability to bring the dead back to life. Looking at it now, you are indeed worthy of being his disciple."

Hearing Zhang Qiren's name suddenly mentioned, Wu Yi couldn't help being startled, thinking about the past events of that day, he opened his mouth to explain: "Although the lower official has been promoted by Dr. Zhang Qiren, he is not his disciple. If it is said that he is a master, he should belong to Shen Hanshan. Under the doctor's door."

Zhang Wenguan tilted his head slightly noncommittally, and there was a sense of fatigue in his eyes: "Although what happened in the past was caused by you, it can be regarded as wronging you. Do you remember the old man in your heart?"

Wu Yi curled his knuckles into fists, and shook his head sadly: "The grievances of the officials have been washed away, and there is nothing left to grudge."

Only then did Zhang Wenguan smile, quite relieved: "At the time when I was in charge of Dali Temple, I tried more than three hundred cases, and there was not a single wrongful, false, and wrongful case. Only in that case back then, I had selfishness and almost wronged you." , so it’s been stuck in my throat all the time. I heard you say that you have no grudges today, and it’s a matter of letting go of your mind.”

After finishing speaking, he choked and coughed twice, and the tiredness in his eyes became more intense.

Wu Yi knew in his heart that the old case back then was clearly a dispute between the two parties, and he used the topic to make use of it. Swords and swords passed by sideways, and he was completely ignorant of it.

As for resentment, there is no such thing. He is just a pawn in that political struggle. If he wants to resent, he can only blame himself for being too naive and curious at the beginning, which caused all kinds of troubles in the future.

So he couldn't help saying: "Mr. Zhang doesn't need to worry about the old things in the past. The days ahead are still very long. You must cheer up. Your Majesty still needs to be twisted, and the Tang Dynasty still needs you."

Hearing this, Zhang Wenguan was slightly taken aback, his eyelids closed feebly, blocking out many melancholy.

"The old man's body, the old man knows best in his heart. At the end of his strength, what is the use of his strength?"

After finishing speaking, he opened his eyes again, and the cold fire was rekindled in his eyes: "Okay, you have worked hard too, butler Zhang has prepared a meal for you, so you can go down and eat."