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Zhang Ji, whose courtesy name is Zhongjing, was a native of Nanyang. He was proficient in calligraphy since he was a child and had a great hobby of medicine. When he was young, he admired Qin Yue, a famous doctor in the Warring States Period, and lamented that the famous scholars at that time only sought to pursue fame and fortune in the officialdom, and never paid attention to medical science. Later, he became a famous doctor in the same county, and later his medical skills were more sophisticated than his masters. In 196 AD, there was a most serious large-scale plague in Jingzhou. Zhang Ji's tribe died of two-thirds of the people due to this catastrophe. Therefore, he began to study infectious diseases and wrote a masterpiece "Injury"

The sixteen volumes of "Discussion on Cold and Miscellaneous Diseases" fully reflect the idea of ​​"dialectical theories" in order to overcome medical problems and even resign from office. Hua Tuo, who was a little later, admired him very much. (Note: Hua Tuo's medical skills in the history were moral, and he did not seek wealth or become an official; but there is a saying that he was like Wang Yue, who was both an official mischief. At this point of Cao Cao's headache, he wanted to take this as an opportunity to find a future for himself, but he lost his life because of it. I don't know which is true or false, but his "Qingnang Shu" has indeed not been passed down.)

In order to cure Huang Xu, Zhang Feng and his party did not stop on the way. After entering Xiangyang for only half a day, they set off again. Zhang Feng did not rest for half a day, but ordered people to buy a large amount of pig lungs, snow pears, and Sichuan beans. (Note: Sydney pears were probably not there at that time, this was for the plot.)

Regardless of Huang Zhong's suspicious eyes, Zhang Feng asked him to peel and cut the pears while cooking, cut the pig lungs into pieces, drip them away from the foam, put them in a casserole with Sichuan shells, add a little rock sugar, and cook them on a moderate amount of water, and then cook them on a slow heat for an hour and a half before taking them. This is the only way Zhang Feng remembers to treat lung diseases. In fact, he doesn't know much about the doctor at all, but he just went to the hospital more often, and long-term illnesses become good medicine. He knows how to deal with many daily diseases.

Gradually, Huang Xu's cough became less and less day by day, and he was not as heartbreaking as he would have been in a state of heart every time he had an attack, and he couldn't sleep all night. On the fifth day, he had no blood in Huang Xu's phlegm; on the seventh day, Huang Xu could even get up at night at the request of Zhang Feng, and walked around under Huang Zhong's care.

"The lord is so kind, and Huang and his son cannot repay him. I hope to hold a horse for you forever." Huang Zhong, who was filled with tears in his eyes, pulled Huang Xushuang, who was both grateful and crying, and then knelt in front of Zhang Feng's still tender body.

What a precious father's love of tragedy. For the sake of his son's life, he sold his life to Zhang Feng, a ten-year-old boy who seemed to be a child. In ancient times, such a person was a little cute and stupid. He was so stupid that he was praised and a little regretful.

Zhang Feng was also moved by Huang Zhong's loyalty. He hurriedly stepped forward to hold Huang Zhong, but he was like an ant shaking a tree. He could not move at all, so he had to help Huang Xu up first: "Feng inherited the love of Han Sheng's elder brother, but Feng was young and his son's illness was temporarily relieved. If he wanted to cure it, he must take action." Zhang Ji had not yet achieved his later achievements at this time, so Zhang Feng had already given him the title of "miracle doctor".

Huang Zhong pulled Huang Xu and refused to let him stand up. Huang Xu looked at Zhang Feng innocently, then looked at me, and kneeled down helplessly. After all, Huang Xu was still a child, and it was a bit embarrassing to make him kneel down like him. If he had changed to an adult, he would not have this mentality.

"The ground was quite cold at night. Did Brother Han Sheng hope that his son's illness would worsen?" With this emotion, Huang Zhong had to stand up and said, "My lord can call Han Sheng directly. Don't mention the word "Brother". You must know that there is a difference between the top and the bottom, and Xu'er can call him his name directly." Zhang Feng was not used to this term, but at that time he had deep-rooted class ideas, and those who believed that he was loyal to the emperor and the reason strictly required themselves in this regard.

"Well, Han Sheng, after Ling Xu recovers from illness, you can follow me in person."

"Here!" Huang Zhong, a famous general of a generation, who is 60 years old, still tied with Guan Yu; he killed Xia Houyuan in his seventies. I wonder what new legend will be performed when he is in his thirties? Zhang Feng was very excited.

Jingzhou, Shu and Jiangdong were the places with few wars at this time. Although in history, Liu Bei entered Shu, Sun Ce pacified Jiangdong, Liu Biao entered Jingzhou with horses, and Cao Cao went south, there was no frequent wars like Qisi, Ji, Yong, You and Qingzhou. Before the Yellow Turban War, Jizhou had a population of nine million, and after Cao Cao destroyed the Yuan family, there were only 300,000 left, and Cao Cao was so happy that he shouted: "Dazhou!" The drama of population decline after the war can be seen.

How could Zhang Feng, who knows history and the importance of population, allow him to sit idly and do nothing?

Go out of Xiangyang and head southeast, prepare to turn into Jiangling, then board the ship to head south, enter the Xiangjiang River, and reach Changsha. It was a severe drought, and most of the land on the roadside was barren. Even the weeds, which were known as the strongest vitality, were powerlessly lowered their heads under the scorching sun, and there was no vitality in the yellow color. The land was large and uncultivated. If there were dense spider webs, the heart of Zhang Feng, and the fate of the people living at the bottom.

"Oh, I pity my world, there are so many worries. I have no grain or clothes, and I will live my life in my life." Zhang Feng rode a horse in front, beside him was Wang Yue.

The sounds were heard far away in the wilderness. Huang Xu became more and more drowsy during the day. He was getting closer to Zhang Feng and Wen Pin and had become friends who could talk about everything. He heard this and said, "Is it Zhang... the lord's heart in the world? He can't let Xu gallop around the world in the future."

Lord Zhang? Do you still have the king and Lord Li?

Zhang Feng laughed, raised his sleeves to wipe off the sweat from his forehead, and then waved his hands casually. Sure enough, it was sweating like rain, and it was crackling on the ground, and it was quickly dried by the sun.

"If this is the case, Yongcheng (the word "Rankan") will not be helpful to him."

"Hmph, just by your three-legged cat's kung fu? That's the lord who gives you face. Even an ordinary little thief, you are afraid you can't beat it." Huang Zhong's thick voice came.

"My father is too underestimated. If an ordinary thief loses his opponent, how can he be a real man?" He is young and has great ambitions.

When Cao Cao arrived, he turned a horse on the side of the mountain road. There was a shirtless man sitting on it, with his hair tucked behind his head, holding two swords in his hand, followed by a group of black and thin people dressed in tattered clothes like beggars, holding hoes, shoulder poles, forks and other weapons, even stones and wooden sticks.

Could it be that it was a robbery? Zhang Feng and his group stopped and heard the shirtless man shouting loudly: "I opened this road, I planted this tree, I want to pass by, leave... Leave..." The man seemed to be poor in his mouth and turned around and asked, "What are you leaving behind?"

A young man replied loudly: "Buy Lucai!"

The big man suddenly realized: "Yes, leave the ferry firewood!" and said suspiciously: "It seems that's not the case?"

In Zhang Feng's convoy, except for Wang Yue, Huang's father and son, and Zhang Feng himself, everyone looked nervous, especially the six children in the second car, who were so scared that they trembled. I heard that those who robbed the Tao sometimes even killed people after getting their money, and after killing people, they had to roast human meat to eat. That... that hurts so much.

However, this man's unproficient lines made everyone laugh. Huang Xu laughed the loudest, perhaps because of the illness, and he started coughing repeatedly. He secretly saw if his father blamed him for such a presumptuous behavior.

The man had just pulled up a team of dozens of people to occupy the mountain and became king, and he also robbed some old men, children, and women. He was afraid that he would die, but he had never seen anyone dare to laugh so loudly in front of him. Although the man next to the leading child in this team that seemed to be a fat sheep seemed to have some skills, can a short sword compare to his own attack on the horse?

He immediately widened his eyes and shouted: "Why are you laughing at? Don't you know this is a robbery? Be serious!" Now even the people behind him laughed.

Zhang Feng looked at the Three Kingdoms version of "The World Without Thieves" in the later generations, and felt that something interesting happened, and it was not at least boring all the way. In addition to the horse riding, the people in front of him were also qualified to be called robbers. The people behind him probably could only wave flags and shout. When they really started, they would definitely run faster than mice.

The big man was depressed. A man with a little white hair came from the first carriage in front of him, holding a long knife in his hand, looking at himself with his eyes cold and emotionless, and he drew himself from top to bottom like a substance, as if he was looking at a dismembered dead person.

Huang Zhong looked at the man coldly, strode to Zhang Feng's horse, bowed and said, "Lord's kindness, Huang is worried and can't repay him, but this ignorant bird dares to offend him. Why don't you leave this person under Huang's knife?"

Huang Zhong is a kind father and a warrior. How could he bear to be threatened by others when he is threatened by others? Although this opponent's strength is not worth mentioning in his eyes.

Zhang Feng thought for a while and said, "Okay, Han Sheng must be careful. If you don't have a horse, you can ride my horse." After that, he turned over and dismounted.

The man saw Zhang Feng, a young baby, get off the horse and did it in one go, like a flowing cloud, and he secretly praised him. He also saw that the man half-haired got on the horse. The knife in his hand was much wider than the two scrap irons of his own, and it was so long that he felt a little scared. Huang Zhong had already taken a few steps on his horse, and he was as strong as a mountain. He was not going to get on the horse at that time, but his momentum was indeed completely different.

"Where is the little thief? You dare to be arrogant in front of the lord, leave your head before leaving!" He didn't know well, and slowly ran away, gradually accelerating, and the people gradually became one, like Mount Tai pressing the top of the head. The sharp murderous aura firmly locked the man. He felt his throat dry and his eyes were straight, and he was thinking in his mind what an irresistible momentum would this knife have...

I was eager to find a way to avoid being intimidated by the other party's murderous aura, and my voice was much weaker: "I am Chen Sun, I'm here to communicate..."

The battle formation changed rapidly, and Huang Zhong had already rushed to Chen Sun with a sloppy sword. With a wave of his sword, a particularly dazzling arc-shaped cold light flashed away from the reflection of the sun, from man to horse, cut into two sections.

Chen Sun's upper body fell into a pool of bloody blood. The blood flowed out of his body and suddenly turned into a red stream. He even said in his mouth: "...name..."

Huang Zhong was still unhappy and murmured, "But it's a waste of my treasure knife, this guy is cheap." He slowly returned from the horse, and the beggars had already scattered with money, throwing stone hoes and other things all over the floor.

"Han Sheng Fruit is a fierce tiger!" Zhang Feng watched Huang Zhong's performance with his own eyes, his eyes narrowed into a slit.

Huang Zhong did not laugh or speak, as if he was his own duty, but he did not seek credit: "I dare not be praised by the lord for some trivial matters." Victory and not arrogant, he was a good general of ancient times.

The group looked at Huang Zhong's thick body and got on the carriage with admiration, and suddenly changed from a majestic general to a father protecting his calf. Even if there were thousands of troops, he would be as fragile as a native chicken and a dog, as if the person who had just killed the other party was himself. They all stood upright and stood up straight, vibrating and arrogant.

But Zhang Feng didn't expect that the first unlucky guy he met was Chen Sun, who would cause trouble in Jiangxia in the future. I wonder where Zhang Wu was, was it Lu who had not yet obtained? Maybe Liu Bei and his group escaped to Xiangyang in the future and deal with Zhang Wu more easily. Should you thank him?
Chapter completed!