Cangzhou beacon fire

Chapter 12 Sanyuan Medical Sage
Two days later, night.

Jiecheng is located between Dianzhou City and Jinxi. Zhong Yao's army camped outside the city to rest.

Bai Yecheng looked at the hard-to-eat multigrain cake in his hand, and his stomach was churning again, so he made up his mind that he must go to the city to eat tonight.

As soon as he told Zhong Yao, he didn't expect Zhong Yao to readily agree, but he specially explained that he was not allowed to bring food back!Bai Yecheng thought about what Zhong Yao was planning, he was so forthright, so straightforward that Bai Yecheng felt guilty, but he couldn't control so much, he ate first, and then went to the city in a hurry.

Zhong Yao also understands how the young master of Baiye City can bear the miscellaneous food all the way, and it's not a bad thing to relax occasionally, otherwise he might really quit his job next time.

Two hours later, Baiye City came back, but obediently, he did not bring back food, but brought something that surprised even Zhong Yao.

"Golden?!" Zhong Yao looked at the feather in Bai Yecheng's hand. Judging from the size and texture of the feather, it was indeed the feather of a green pheasant, but the only difference was that the feathers of ordinary holy birds were all blue. , but the one in White Night City's hand is golden, shining like gold.

"It's novelty. After eating, I came across Uncle on the street selling antiques and miscellaneous goods. I fell in love with this at first sight." Bai Yecheng was proud of it. His father Bai Si had the habit of collecting feathers, so he just bought them back to honor his father. , begging him to return to the chamber of commerce.

"But the feathers of the green pheasant are always cyan, so they can't be dyed, right?" Zhong Yao took the golden feather from Bai Yecheng's hand with doubts and lifted it closer for observation.

Bai Yecheng shook his head like a rattle: "No, no, no, you can see the traces of the dyed feathers if you look closely. If you look at the feathers again, the color is distinct. The middle is rich in gold and then slowly turns into light gold towards the tail. This kind of natural transition, dyeing can't do it."

"Did you ask how Uncle got this feather?"

"Abbe doesn't know either, he said he found it in his father's closet." After Bai Yecheng finished speaking, he reached out to grab the feather.

Zhong Yao turned his backhand and put the feather into his arms: "I want this feather."

"That won't work. I bought it with a lot of money. My old man has the habit of collecting feathers. Give it back to me." Bai Yecheng was impatient and wanted to grab it, but Zhong Yao dodged it sideways.

"Take it as expropriation by superiors, and I will pay you back your money in the future."

The dumb in Baiyecheng suffered a disadvantage, he couldn't snatch it, he couldn't beat him, he was so angry that he couldn't speak.

After a while, he reluctantly gave in and said: "It's not impossible to send you off, but you have to promise me to dismiss my position as a consultant. I don't want to suffer this again."

Zhong Yao didn't answer directly, but went to the sand table and said, "Come here, I heard that Jinxi is very familiar with you, right?"

Bai Yecheng knew that Zhong Yao was prevaricating himself, but there was nothing he could do, after all, he was still on this thief ship, so he replied unwillingly: "It's okay, when I was young, I went to business with my father often, you know I don’t have any advantages, but I have a good memory, hehe.”

"I've already sent a handwritten letter to my father. I won't join my father for the time being. I'll go to Yanshui City first. Is there a shortcut?" Zhong Yao pointed to the topography of the sand table and asked, now Baiye City understands why he was so quick to let him When I entered the city, it turned out that I had something to ask for.

"Indeed, wait, Yanshui City!?" Bai Yecheng was stunned for a moment, then came to his senses.

"Yeah." Zhong Yao's eyes were firm and his head was a little heavy.

Baiye City looked at Zhong Yao in disbelief: "That's Sanyuan's territory! Don't you think you want to use these three thousand new battalion cavalry to attack the city? Isn't that courting death?"

"Yan Shui is a dead city. I have already inquired about it. The Sanyuan defenders have already withdrawn." Zhong Yao shook his head, and continued: "Besides, what I want is not a city, but people."

"An important person? Who is it?"

"Three-Yuan Medical Saint Bailinan."

Yanshui City is located fifty miles west of Weishui City, passing through the Qinyang River in the middle. The Qinyang Bridge connecting the two banks was not demolished by Sanyuan because no one cared about Yanshui City.

As early as a month ago, a plague had spread in Yanshui City. The symptoms of the plague that broke out in the Sanyuan mainland were the same. The plague in the interior and Sanyuan didn't bother to deal with it, let alone the border.

Yanshui City is already in a mess, dead bodies are everywhere on the roadside, and the whole city is filled with a disgusting burning smell. The Sanyuan Army has already evacuated, leaving this dead city to fend for itself.

A group of medical workers wore light blue medical uniforms, carried a medical wooden box, and walked through this purgatory on earth with wet cloths covering their mouths.

One of the medical workers found a fallen person on the roadside, stepped forward to check, then turned around and said, "Master, this person still has some breath."

The leader was obviously much older, and his face could not be seen clearly with a wet cloth covering his mouth, but he could vaguely see the wrinkles and pale hair on his face.

The old man waved his hand and said, "Carry it to the Zongtang for inspection."

Looking at the infected people all over the place, a young medical worker next to him complained a little: "Master, look at these thousands of patients, how can we save them?"

The old man glared at him and said, "Zeming, how many times have I told you that the benevolent doctors can save as much as they can."

The young medical worker named Zeming retorted dissatisfiedly: "The master often says that doctors are benevolent, but what is the use of it? The plague is rampant and the people of the plague are rebelling! My parents also..."

The old man still wanted to talk about him, but he stopped again. It is true that the source of the plague is silver flower disease, which can be cured by medicine. It only needs to boil and drink enough shanma and autumn fruits and take a shower to cure it. However, the king and ministers No one cared about the life and death of the people, and it directly led to the outbreak of the more serious flying death disease. Zeming's parents died of flying death disease. Not only that, many relatives among the disciples behind him also died of this disaster.

If there is no other choice, who is willing to raise the bar for treason, who doesn't know that it is a capital crime, and they are not all forced out.

The old man sighed and said: "We are all doctors, we need to let go of our resentment if we want to go further."

Zeming looked away unconsciously, he couldn't listen to what the master said, and many of the disciples behind him showed resentment, but they didn't dare to speak out.

At this time, a group of passers-by in plain clothes came to the group of medical workers at a steady pace, and everyone covered their mouths with wet cloths.

The visitor bowed politely to the medical workers, and the leader said, "I have seen Mr. Bailinan, the medical sage."

Bailinan looked warily at the crowd who suddenly appeared, and said, "Look at the attire, you are not from this city, why are you here?"

The person in the front pulled off the wet cloth on his face, he was handsome, with a mole between his eyebrows, it was Zhong Yao.

"I am the son of Zhong Lin of Yue Kingdom, Zhong Yao."

Bai Linan glanced at the 30-year-old tall man in front of him, and asked suspiciously: "What are the people from Yue doing here?"

Zhong Yao still maintained his polite manner and said: "I am here to invite the old man to work in Yueguo. In terms of treatment, the old man can do whatever he wants."

"No time, didn't you see that I was saving people?" Baili Nan replied disdainfully with his head tilted and his eyes cast elsewhere.

"Zhong knew that the old man was short of food and medicine, so he specially gathered a batch of medicinal materials from Yueguo."

Bailinan still didn't look at Zhong Yao and said: "No need, I will never go to Yue Country anyway."

"The old gentleman has high medical ethics, and Zhong admires it, but now the king of the Three Yuan Kingdom has no way and treats the people like nothing. No matter how good the old gentleman's medical skills are, how many people can he save? Our country is dedicated to military affairs, and the monarch and the people are united. Push down the stupid king like Sanyuan, and return the people to peace and tranquility." Zhong Yao's words were sonorous, full of heroism.

Hearing Zhong Yao's words, Zeming's gaze, which was originally looking elsewhere, returned to Zhong Yao's face, and he couldn't look away for a long time.

"I don't care about the affairs of the court, and I'm not interested in the affairs between countries." Bailinan turned around impatiently, and seeing a group of disciples looking at Zhong Yao, he shouted dissatisfiedly: "What are you looking at? Continue to treat."

Watching Bailinan go away, Xiang Zheng, the commander of the first battalion behind Zhong Yao, pulled off the wet cloth and walked to Zhong Yao, with a murderous expression on his face, he said, "Brother, how about I tie them back?"

Zhong Yao glared at Xiang Zheng: "Don't be reckless."

Just when Zhong Yao and others were about to leave, a young man in a light blue medical uniform trotted back and stopped them.

Zeming approached slowly, followed by dozens of colleagues behind him.

"I'm Qiu Zeming, and I'd like to help General Zhong." Zeming raised his hands in a bow, and all the medical staff behind him also saluted.

Bailinan stood on the tower, watching Zhong Yao, Zeming and others leave slowly, and a little medical worker behind him stepped forward and asked.

"Master, why did you let the brothers and the others go."

"Alas...their relatives all died of this plague, and if they don't care about it, it's useless to force them to stay."

(End of this chapter)