Chapter 36 Meeting the "quack doctor" again

It was late autumn, with all the mountains and the jungle being dyed, and the scenery was so refreshing. Therefore, every time Zhang Qian walked a long way, he could meet a few scholars who were traveling with him, either recite poems or talk about the world, and they were all full of spirits and were so romantic.

In comparison, Zhang Qian and Zijuan seem a little out of place. In terms of appearance, skin color, anyone can tell that Zhang Qian is definitely not a doctor who collects herbs. A doctor who often blew the wind and sun in the wild can't grow as white as hell. People who are used to hard life can't grow as tall as him.

However, the young men who are usually dressed and frugal and looked fair and tall, go out on an outing, who is not wearing a bright clothes and angry horse, and they are rushing around? How could he just take a maid and a servant like him, walking on foot, carrying a huge medicine basket behind him?

In other words, Zhang Qian's current dress and behavior are like wearing Burmese crotch pants to attend the Haitian Festival. Attracting the eye is eye-catching, but it will never be appreciated at all, and no strangers are willing to chat with him.

Fortunately, the purpose of his own going out was not originally for socializing. Therefore, he would dig a few wild flowers on the ground and hook a few half-baked persimmons and black dates from the trees. He would enjoy himself. Occasionally, he would dig out a pretty complete pottery or a rusty copper bowl from the soil at his feet, and he would feel that this trip was even more worthwhile.

After a short while, I found few wild flowers suitable for refining fragrances. Persimmons, black dates, etc., but half a basket was filled with them. Seeing that the sun began to fall and its stomach began to empty, Zhang Qian stopped wandering around and greeted Ren Quan and Zijuan, and walked back with them.

The road back was all downhill. Although the slope was not very steep, it still made the three of them feel windy. Just as they were walking with a refreshing spirit, someone suddenly shouted loudly behind their bodies: "Sir Zhang, there is Master Zhang in front of me, Sun Anzu, this is polite!"

"Doctor Sun?" Unexpectedly, he would come out to pick wild flowers and meet an acquaintance. Zhang Qian was surprised and happy, so he stopped and turned around quickly, "Why are you always there? I'm sorry that I'm just watching the road, but I didn't see you!"

"It's okay, it's okay, Immortal Master is polite!" Sun Anzu flew off the horse, rushed forward with three times faster than the young man, and greeted Zhang Qian again, "It's Double Ninth Festival soon, and was pulled out to enjoy the autumn. Everyone went there too many times on Zhongnan Mountain, so they came to the northwest of the city. I didn't expect that I would meet the Immortal Master again here. I'm so lucky, so I'm so lucky!"

"Double Ninth Festival?" Zhang Qian was stunned. Only then did he realize that Sun Anzu suddenly became old and actually inserted a branch with red fruits into his round hat.

Probably, that's dogwood.

When Zhang Qian traveled through, his primary school Chinese teacher was not dead yet, so he still remembered the sentence "I know that my brothers climbed high places, and there was one less person in the dogwood planted everywhere."

In an instant, his heart was filled with loneliness again, but he tried to open his body and return the favor to Sun Anzu, "Doctor Sun is so polite. I didn't expect to meet you here. I am not an immortal master, nor do I have the certificate of the Tang Dynasty. You can just call me Zhang Shaolang or Shisanlang."

"Thirteen Lang should not call me senior!" Sun Anzu was very free and easy, and immediately changed his words to Zhang Qian's words, "I am a doctor and a Taoist priest who practices at home. Thirteen Lang can call me Doctor Sun or Old Taoist Sun to avoid getting along with each other."

"Mr. Sun!" Zhang Qian heard this and immediately clasped his fists according to the habits of the Tang people.

"Zhisanlang is worthy of being a famous family, and he learned so quickly!" Sun Anzu's eyes quickly showed that he had seen Zhang Qian for the first time. The other party even said Tang Yan was stumbling, and nodded with a smile, "Are you taking your child servant out this time to collect herbs? What kind of magical medicinal herbs are you going to pick? If it is an ordinary visible thing, Shisanlang will send people to the city to find the Sun Family Hospital in the future, and they will be prepared. As much as you want, I will give you in vain. Don't be polite!"

"What kind of virtue can I do? How can I dare to give such a generous gift from the elders?!" Unexpectedly, the old imperial doctor was so generous. Zhang Qian was moved and hurriedly bowed with a smile. "And..."

"Thirteen Lang said this, I'll see you!" Sun Anzu waved his hand, and his face was as generous as a man in the martial arts world. "Thirteen Lang said that Sun had a special skill for suturing his wounds. I have never had the chance to thank you. If I hadn't known that Thirteen Lang was a famous master and had a great future, I would have recommended you to go to the Imperial Hospital long ago. Compared with the unique skills, what are the medicinal materials worth, and it is not worth mentioning!"

"Where is Mr. Sun? It is obvious that you have to take care of the wound that day. I don't even have the qualifications to help you!" Zhang Qian blushed and quickly waved his hand with a smile.

"Shisanlang doesn't want me to use your master's skills to others again!" Sun Anzu was slightly stunned, his face quickly became frustrated, "In this way, it's me. These skills are the secrets that your master has not passed on..."

"No, no, no..." Seeing that the misunderstanding was about to happen, Zhang Qian waved his hand in a hurry, "Old, Lao Sun, Mr. Sun, don't misunderstand it. You can use this technique on other people, and I can't ask for it. But I think I really don't dare to take it as a word of advice. Your old medical skills are far above that of the younger generation. I just happened to know a small trick to deal with wounds, and I just poked a layer of window paper for you..."

When he first met this person, because he "sloppy" concluded that Ren Qiong would die, Zhang Qian directly regarded him as a quack doctor who had been involved in the Imperial Hospital and was a corpse. However, after seeing this person's skill in treating wounds with his own eyes, Zhang Qian began to realize that it was not that this person's medical skills were mediocre, but in the Tang Dynasty, his overall medical skills were far inferior to the 21st century, so he misjudged himself. If he gave up his preconceived view and thought about it carefully, perhaps Sun Anzu's medical skills were ranked among the entire Tang Dynasty, but because of the limitations of the times, his vision and thinking were limited.

Therefore, when he heard that Sun Anzu was determined to promote the wound suture technique, Zhang Qian was too happy, so how could he cherish it?

"For Shisanlang, it is a layer of window paper. For Sun, it is a city wall. If Shisanlang had not revealed his confusion in one word, Sun would probably have been using the art of burning to deal with wounds in his life. He would never have thought of using needles and thread to sew. Even if he wanted to get it, he didn't know that he should leave a special passage to let the pus and blood flow out by itself."

This is a truth from the heart. From the wounds to the needle and thread suture, it seems simple. In fact, without Zhang Qian's guidance, the doctors of the Tang Dynasty may not have been expected to be in another hundred years. Therefore, in his opinion, the most important thing is that Zhang Qian can point out the direction for himself. As for whether the skills he performs are exquisite or clumsy, it is just a matter of proficiency.

However, the more he said this, the less courage Zhang Qian was greedy for merit. After thinking about it, he explained with a smile: "In fact, in fact, the bolting of the bolting also has the benefits of bolting. After thinking about it, I thought about it myself. The suture only applies to clean wounds, and there is a way to deal with bacteria, that is, the evil poison you always call. But bolting can burn the evil poison to death in the wound. However, the doctor who initially treated the wounds for Ren Zhuang could not bear to pan too deeply, allowing the bacteria and evil poison to remain in the wounds, and finally it almost caused a disaster!"

"Bacteria, your master calls evil poisons bacteria?" Sun Anzu's attention was quickly attracted by the fresh words in Zhang Qian's words. He frowned and pondered in a low voice, "Boat can kill evil poisons, which is the first time Sun heard of. No wonder since ancient times, all wounds have been treated with cannons. Then cleaning them with concentrated salt water is to remove evil poisons? Think about it, ordinary people are not easy to eat salt, so how can they afford so much salt water to repeatedly clean the wounds? Therefore, senior doctors advocate cannons. Using cannons cannons cannons cannons cannons cannons cannons cannons cannons cannons cannons cannons cannons cannons cannons cannons cannons cannons cannons cannons cannons cannons cannons cannons cannons cannons cannons cannons cannons while stopping bleeding, but it can kill them at one stroke!"

"That's true." Seeing that Doctor Sun was so serious about academic issues, Zhang Qian suddenly felt a lot of favor with this person. "That day, I happened to have a good medicine to suppress evil poisons in my hand, so I dared to ask my senior to suture the wound for Ren Zhuang. If there is no such thing in the future, if the wound cannot be guaranteed to be clean, or if the situation is urgent and there is no time to wash it repeatedly with salt water, it is probably the best choice to burn it."

"Listen to your words is better than reading for ten years!" Most of the mind of Sun Yudian was still left on his thinking about medical theory, and he sighed in a blank voice.

He was just exploring the advantages and disadvantages of the two medical techniques of cannon and suture with Zhang Qian, but he left the three friends and servants who were traveling by the mountain road. Those people were not accustomed to come and interrupt, and they could not leave him, Sun Anzu left, and waited so much. After enduring it, he saw that he still had no sign of ending the conversation, and finally couldn't help it and coughed in a low voice, "Well, um, um, um..."

"Senior, your companion is still waiting for you!" Zhang Qian was also anxious to go home for the second meal of the day, and immediately smiled and whispered a reminder.

"Oh, then, let me say goodbye! Another day, I will ask Shisanlang for advice." Sun Anzu came to his senses and first arched to Zhang Qian, then turned around, and ran towards his companion in two steps. While walking, he explained awkwardly: "Ji Weng, Gui Weng, Cun Weng, three forgive me. Zhang Xiaoyou has the kindness of passing on his skills. Sun has never had the opportunity to thank him. So when we met today, we talked a few more. If we were negligent, please forgive me!"

"He is the one you never forget, the fairy Zhang Xiaoshi who used four spiritual pills to pull Ren Qiong back from the gate of hell? So young! What a handsome skin! But how did you give birth to such a dark heart?!" Before he finished speaking, one of them had quickly turned his eyes to Zhang Qian, and his words were filled with contempt. Guess who Dr. Sun's friend is? Please collect it and recommend it, thank you everyone. Qingzhou stall set up.
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