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Chapter 248

If you are a good person, don't get involved in politics. It is best not to even talk about it. As long as you participate or talk for a long time, a good person will become a bad person.

Yun Chu thought to himself that he was not a good person, Di Renjie was not a good person, let alone being gentle.

Liu Rengui could barely be regarded as a good man, but this good man has never been merciful when he murdered people.

Among all the officials, including those Yunchu had met before, there were very few who could be called good people.

In fact, it’s not that they have become bad. Once they become officials, they must follow the official’s behavioral standards. What is the official’s behavioral standard?

So, what are the means they use to manage?

Prisons, police, courts, army...

A person who points a stick to your head and asks you to abide by the laws and morals, although he has a good heart and kindness, from the moment he picks up the stick, he has nothing to do with a good person.

The old immortal fell ill in Liuzhou... No one in the Imperial Medical Office spoke loudly for two days.

In the eyes of doctors, it is normal for medicine to cure diseases, but this is not the case when treating the royal family, and it is not the case when treating noble and wealthy families. As long as the patient dies, it is the responsibility of the doctor.

With the old god here, there is still a place for doctors to cry. If the old god is gone, it will be a disaster for every doctor.

When Yunchu walked into the Imperial Medical Office, Lao He's condition looked very bad, his eyes were dull, his eyes were swollen, it wasn't from crying, but a symptom caused by not sleeping much during this period .

"Is Artemisia annua really useful?"

Seeing Yunchu coming in, Lao He immediately asked.

"If Artemisia annua is useless, other medicines are even more useless."

"Those medical officers in Liuzhou are a bunch of beasts. Is it difficult to find a death row prisoner to test the medicine? Even if the death row prisoner can't tell the changes in his body after taking the medicine, can't they try the medicine themselves?
Beast, the ancestors are more than 100 years old, how dare they, you said, how dare they let the ancestors test the medicine?

Now I can't wait to fly to Liuzhou, if not for medical treatment, I want to strangle all those bastard medical officers in Liuzhou to death, all—”

In the Imperial Medical Hall, which was full of people in the past, now only He Yipan's roar is left.

Yun Chu was taken aback, and quickly asked, "The old ancestor tried the medicine himself?"

He Yipan wiped the tears from his face and said: "Ten days ago, the medical officer in Liuzhou sent a letter quickly, saying that the ancestors were infected with the plague and swallowed Artemisia annua, and now they don't know if they are alive or dead."

Yun Chu glanced at the blue sky outside the gate, and for some reason, the depression accumulated in his heart for the past few days suddenly dissipated.

Some good people can exude a kind of smell. This kind of smell can calm others' hearts, calm their spirits, refresh their spirits, and make them full of hope for the future.

And the smell on the old fairy's body was particularly strong, even after five or six thousand miles away, it still cured all the discomforts in Yunchu's body.

However, thinking of the old fairy's long life, Yunchu smiled and judged He Yi: "Don't force your thoughts on the old fairy, you should have enough confidence in the old fairy, maybe this time, the old fairy He has recovered, and he is leading Liuzhou's medical officers to treat the sick people and carry out a grand narrative."

After hearing Yunchu's words, He Yipan seemed to be grasping at straws, and asked anxiously, "Artemisia annua has curative effect, doesn't it?"

Yun Chu patted his chest and said, "That's natural. Well, the old god will return safely. Now, let's talk about the supply of medicines in the Pingzhun Pharmacy. When the old god comes back, he sees that we haven't taken any medicine." Baifan, the old man might be very happy."

He Yipan, who was still at a loss just now, took the reassurance pill given by Yunchu, and his mind gradually settled down, but he discussed with Yunchu about the supply of medicines in the pharmacy.

After discussing for a whole morning, Yunchu also recorded a lot of problems. Just when the two of them were going to eat in the cafeteria, two medicine boys hurried past the door of the big medical hall carrying a stretcher.

The drug boy left in a hurry, but even so, there was still a trail of blood on the bluestone slab.

Yunchu and He Yipan exchanged glances, then hurriedly followed.

When he came to the disposal room next to him, Yunchu saw a middle-aged man who had been stabbed at least a dozen times.

The two doctors were busy taking golden sore medicines and piled them on this guy, hoping that these sticky golden sore medicines could stop the bleeding.

Doctor He asked the medicine boy next to him, whose head was steaming in the cold.

"Who is this person, and why was he sent to the Imperial Medical Office?"

Yaotong hurriedly said: "It's Li Wentao, the third son of the Duke of Danyang, who was attacked outside the imperial city, and was personally sent by the Duke of Danyang."

Yunchu saw that the blood of this guy named Li Wentao was smeared with golden sore medicine, so he judged He Yi: "Danyang County's family is really unlucky, the house caught fire three times in a row a few days ago, and it just burned a rich mansion. It turned into a piece of white ground, unexpectedly, today, seeing his son being hacked into a gourd of blood, I really don't know what to say."

Before He Yipan could answer, Yunchu saw Mr. Li Ke who came panting.

Before Li Keshi could ask a question, Yunchu said: "Don't panic, Mr. Li, your son's bleeding has stopped, and the injury doesn't appear to be in a vital position, and it's winter now, as long as you keep warm, your son should not be in danger. "

Seeing Yunchu, Li Keshi was a little dazed, then cupped his hands at Yunchu, and hurried to see his son who had fallen into a semi-comatose state.

He is also a veteran in the battlefield, after seeing where his son was injured, he came to the same judgment as Yun Chu, the murderer did not intend to take his son's life.

Li Keshi held his son's hand, with a strange expression, sometimes fierce, sometimes depressed, and occasionally dazed for a while.

After the bleeding stopped, the two doctors began to clean the wound with alcohol. Li Wentao, who was being pinned down by four medicine boys with big arms and round waists, struggled like a fish, and the doctors began to sew up with a fishhook-shaped needle and thread. The wound, even Yun Chu felt very painful.

He Yipan proudly pointed to the two doctors who were stitching up stitches and said to Yunchu: "What a good idea, it saved another life."

Yun Chu nodded again and again, deeply agreeing, and thanked He Yipan for his noble devotion to this medical skill free of charge.

While the two were flattering each other, Li Keshi came over, first thanked He Yipan, and then said to Yunchu: "Will Wannian County take over the old man's case?"

Yun Chu shook his head and said: "It has already been taken over by Dali Temple, and the person who came here is Peng Shou, the Shaoqing of Dali Temple. It can be said that he did not give Li Gong face. Why does Li Gong want to be far away?"

Master Li Ke said: "Because Dali Temple has not captured the groom Zhao Hanqin, nor found out who caused the second fire in the old man's house, let alone found the person who threw the torch at my house."

Yun Chu shook his head and said, "Mr. Li, it's not that Yun Chu's corpse is not doing anything, but that this case has been taken over by Dali Temple, which means that there are inside stories that a small official like Yun Chu is not suitable to know.

Even if Wannian County can solve the case, the gains outweigh the losses, and there may be endless troubles, so don't embarrass Yunchu. "

Li Keshi clenched his fists and looked at Yunchu and said, "Sure enough, there are many people who stand by and watch, and few are heroes who pursue the truth."

Yun Chu cupped his hands and said, "Ashamed, ashamed." "

Doctor He judged that Li Wentao had been washed with alcohol to the point of death, and found that the conversation between Yunchu and Li Keshi was not very pleasant, so he invited them to drink cans of tea in his official residence.

He didn't know if his son was alive or dead, so Li Keshi was naturally not in the mood, so Yunchu went directly to the kitchen with He Yipan.

Ever since hearing that the old immortal had fallen ill, He Yipan hadn't had a good meal for two days.

The small kitchen of the Imperial Medical Office was still overcrowded. Fortunately, He Yipan still had a small quiet room here. The two packed their meals and went to the quiet room a hundred steps away from the small cafeteria.

It seemed that when Lao He had something to say to him, Yun Chu naturally followed.

The two ate for a while, and He Yipan took the time to drink the soup and whispered: "The woman in the little black room is dead."

Yun Chu lowered his voice and said, "Why did she die? Didn't that woman really want to live?"

He Yipan sneered, pointed to the food on the plate and said: "Many people who starve to death want to live, the question is, can she live without food?
Now, another woman was put into the small black room, and the body of the dead woman was not carried out. "

Yun Chu frowned and said, "Since you want to kill them, why do you need a medical officer to see them?"

The veins on He Yipan's neck were throbbing violently, and after a long while, he lowered his voice and said, "I was ordered to see a doctor, not to take care of those two women, but to help them survive the hunger for a few more days.

You don't know, brother, what medicine I prescribed, no matter how precious it is, I will boil it for those two women, but the **** just won't give it to me.

The disease can be cured by a single meal, but I insist on prescribing some great tonics to replenish their bodies...

I am now looking forward to my ancestors coming back soon. If this continues, I really can't stand it anymore. In case, if something happens to my ancestors, I may not be able to survive. "

Yun Chu looked at Lao He and said, "Who is the ancestor of us doctors? Naturally, it is the old god. Since the old god's body is against harmony, what should you, a famous doctor, do?"

Lao He looked at Yun Chu suspiciously, hoping that he would finish his sentence.

Yun Chu ate a piece of lotus root slices, and said slowly: "If it were me, I would take the medicine and set off south now, heading straight to Liuzhou to see a doctor for my ancestors.

For those of us, whose life is not as important as that of our ancestors, don't you think?
Even His Majesty can't blame you for this, can he? "

He Yipan's eyes were wide open, and when he was about to try, he sat down on the stool and said awkwardly: "There is a big epidemic in Liuzhou."

"If there is no major epidemic in Liuzhou, I will not give you this idea. Think about it, is the epidemic terrible, or the situation you are in now?"

He Yipan took a mouthful of food and swallowed it, and said to Yunchu with grief and indignation: "I didn't understand the saying that tyranny is fiercer than a tiger before, but now I finally understand that tyranny is more terrible than a tiger." It's a hundred times more terrifying than his mother's plague.

I'm leaving early tomorrow morning. "

Yun Chu said: "I think you should run away after eating, as long as the other woman in the small black room dies, you should die too."

Note: According to historical records, Sun Simiao was born in 541, died in 682, and lived to be 141 years old. The author only accepts this record, and does not accept any refutation. You say that the old god is still wandering in the world, and I believe it. )
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