Fifteen years ago, in order to completely cure typhoid fever, Zhang Zhongjing resigned from his position as the prefect of Changsha and traveled around. When he saw Diao Chan suffering from typhoid fever, he treated him.

Diao Chan was almost recovered from the Gate of Hell.

It was like waving goodbye to the past, Zhang Zhongjing saved her new life.

Later, Diao Chan told Zhang Zhongjing about her identity and told Zhang Zhongjing that she... was an ominous person.

Everyone around her left him.

Zhang Zhongjing was very surprised.

Unexpectedly... In the past, Diao Chan, the woman who resolutely devoted herself to the danger and gave everything to defeat Dong Zhuo with amazing intelligence, courage and beauty, was the one in front of her.

Diao Chan suggested that Diao Chan was no longer the past. If she was unwilling to give up her benefactor, she would like to be her adoptive father and follow her adoptive father to help the people, and she would not be in vain for her life.

Next, Zhang Zhongjing had an adopted daughter, and Diao Chan recognized another adopted father.

Zhang Zhongjing has no children, so where does Diao Chan have a father?

Although the two are not biological father and daughter, they are better than their biological children!

In this way... Over the past fifteen years, Diao Chan helped Zhang Zhongjing complete the "Treatise on Febrile Diseases".

As the male disciples who had already started their masters passed the "Treatise on Febrile Diseases" to all directions, only the last three closed disciples left by Zhang Zhongjing, as well as the adopted daughter Diao Chan.

Zhang Zhongjing never told any disciple about Diao Chan's identity.

By chance, a good meal made Diao Chan look back suddenly... and also made her face change obviously.

"Senior sister? Is it okay?"

As if he noticed Diao Chan's face changed, his eldest disciple Wang Shuhe asked quickly.

"It's okay..." Diao Chan shook her head slightly, preparing an excuse to lose her composure...

But at this moment...

"——Cough cough cough cough...Cough cough cough..."

A violent cough came from the inner room.

Now, where can Diao Chan, Wang Shuhe, Du Du and Wei Xun still have food?

They rushed to the inner room...

But I saw... Zhang Zhongjing at this moment, his mouth, clothes, sleeves, and the head of the bed were covered with blood...

How much blood does this have to be spit out?

“——Master?Master…”

Wang Shuhe, Du Du, and Wei Xun exclaimed in unison...

Diao Chan had already gone to help her adoptive father Zhang Zhongjing, and quickly patted him on the back.

It took half an hour.

The cough finally dissipated a lot. After comforting his adoptive father Zhang Zhongjing to sleep, Diao Chan slowly walked out of the room and closed the door...

The three disciples had been waiting outside the gate for a long time.

It seems that he is deliberately waiting for her.

"you?"

"——Senior Sister..." Uncle Wang said in a heavy tone, "The master's typhoid fever has worsened again. The three of us have just discussed that during this period, anyone who comes to seek medical treatment can no longer let them approach the master!"

"The master is kind-hearted. Even if he is like this, he still refuses everyone. He will treat the disease. But he can cure it. How can his body still hold on?"

It's not for Uncle Wang to say this...

Zhang Zhongjing is too "kind" and is the so-called doctor's kindness.

He knew his physical condition, but even so, whenever there were visitors, Zhang Zhongjing would lie on a sickbed, so he would take his pulse and teach him how to use medicine.

Because of Zhang Zhongjing's reputation, there are always high-ranking officials, nobles, mountain village men, and ordinary people who come to seek medical treatment from time to time.

It is precisely for this that Zhang Zhongjing's spirit and body are getting worse and worse.

now…

It's time to make a decision.

Wang Shuhe's tone was firm, "From today, the three of us will not go out for consultation, and will stop us outside the courtyard and stop all those who visit us."

As the words of Wang Shuhe fell.

Diao Chan raised her eyes slightly, "But if the master knew that you didn't go to consult everywhere and knew that you would stop the patients from coming, then... would definitely... would..."

"I can't care about that much." The second disciple Du Du, who was the second disciple, looked serious, "How many patients are there in the world? Can you save them? Besides, if the master looks like this, how can the three of us save people with peace of mind? And... let's first

That’s it, but my senior sister must hide it for us.”

"Yes, please hide it for us." The third disciple Wei Xun hurriedly.

It seems that they have already agreed.

Looking at Wang Shuhe, Du Du, Wei Xun... the firm gaze.

Diao Chan's silver teeth bit her lips heavily...

The fist she had accumulated was released in an instant, and she knew... what the three junior brothers were right, they should do this!

…

…

The sun is scorching, and the spears, swords and halberds reflect a cold light under the sun. The bright and neat armor shows the majesty of the Guan family army.

A goshawk rose in the forest, flapping his wings straight into the sky.

The Guan family army stretched for several miles and advanced neatly on the official roads in the wild, with more than two thousand crossbows and equipped them with the most elite soldiers, which undoubtedly added a lot of confidence in the Northern Expedition.

The side van and the wooden ox and horses were heading on the left side of the army, and the wooden ox and horses were loaded with a large amount of military rations.

Before the troops moved, food and grass came first...

The ones responsible for transporting this batch of military rations were Guan Ping, Guan Xing and Guan Suo.

I saw these wooden oxen and horses walking on the official road, with any pits and mud in front of them, as if walking on flat ground.

Guan Ping couldn't help but sigh: "This wooden ox and horse seem clumsy, but it is extremely agile. Each soldier can control three heads, and the efficiency of transporting food and grass has been greatly increased."

Guan Xing, who has always been boasting about others, can't hide his admiration for the crafty design of this wooden ox and horse. "If these had been done before, why would he fail in the Northern Expedition because of inconvenient transportation of food and grass?"

"Haha..." Guan Ping smiled and said, "At least this time, my Guan family army will never be subject to the transportation of food and grass."

On this side, the three brothers talked about wooden ox and horses.

Guan Yuyou, who was standing at the gate of Jiangling City, witnessing the army leaving the city.

Mi Fang was still following him like a follower.

"Chang Yun, I...I...I have racked my brains to raise this grain for you. You promised me about building a city...using the money from Yunqi!"

From yesterday, Mi Fang seemed to be relying on Guan Yu, and he would go wherever Guan Yu went.

It seemed like he was building a new city. If Guan Yu did not agree, Mi Fang would never give up.

In the end, Guan Yu had no choice but to agree to Mi Fang, but... the specific land allocation needs to be discussed again.

Mi Fang was worried at this moment.

In name, he was to bid farewell to Guan Yu, but in fact he was to emphasize repeatedly to avoid Guan Yu being stubborn.

Guan Yu was convinced...

When did this prefect Mi become so persistent?

Or.

——『Haha, it’s really strange. What method did Yunqi use? Let Mi Zifang be so persistent? Standing on his side? It’s hard to imagine!」

Thinking of this in my heart, Guan Yu was still polite to Mi Fang: "Zi Fang, wait for Guan to return from a great victory, and wait for Yunqi to return. Let's sit down and have a good talk about this matter. Zi can rest assured that Yunqi has

This is what Guan is like, how can he let this child down as a father?"

In fact, Guan Yu thought about this all night last night.

To prevent Dongwu, the new city had to be built, but Guan Lin, a stinky brat, paid for it, could not completely deny it.

But... this brat takes up 70% of the time he opens his mouth. This is a lion's mouth, which is really too many.

What Guan Yu can accept the most is the "five-five-opening"!

Each of them takes one step back, accounting for half of them!

Of course, Guan Yu did not tell Mi Fang these things!

He knew that if he spoke, Mi Fang would not be able to chase him to bed at night, and he would have to persuade him in his dreams.

——『Haha…this brat has inspired this rare persistence of Mizui Fang.”

"Since Yun Chang said that, I feel relieved and wish Yun Chang Chang a victory."
To be continued...