Chapter 17 Cruelty
After drinking the medicine, Song Yuzhu slept until dawn and had many dreamy dreams that night.
First, I dreamed that in my previous life, I was performing surgery on someone. When I was standing on the operating table and preparing to start the operation, the person lying below me suddenly spoke: "It hurts so much! I'm going to throw you out to feed the bears!"
Song Yuzhu expressionlessly asked the anesthesiologist to increase the dosage of anesthesia, then cut open his stomach and took out a bear cub...
Then he returned to ancient times, and became a seven or eight-year-old child reciting a soup poem in Jiang Rong's yard. "Peach Blossom Soup is suitable for stone fat, rice and dried ginger. It is astringent and beneficial for the deficiency and cold Shaoyin, and it is difficult to use for heat evil stagnation."①
Jiang Rong touched his face and whispered softly, "My Zhu'er is so good. Mother will steam crystal shrimp dumplings for you."
Song Yuzhu wanted to hold Jiang Rong's hand, but the little girl could not touch her mother. She woke up anxiously and looked at the dim tent roof, not knowing what day it was.
My body felt like it had been run over by a truck, and my throat was so dry that I couldn't speak. It was probably the result of the high fever.
"Ahem..." Song Yuzhu cleared her throat.
"Are you awake?" Zhao Xiao opened his eyes when he heard the voice. He had been guarding beside the bed all night last night, and only leaned against the bed and took a nap when it was almost dawn.
"Well...thank you very much..." Song Yuzhu thanked him sincerely this time. A doctor cannot heal himself. If he hadn't helped take care of her, she would have gone crazy from the high fever she had all night.
Zhao Xiao brought a bowl of warm rice porridge: "Hurry, drink it while it's hot, the army will set out soon."
Song Yuzhu didn't dare to delay, picked up the bowl and drank it, and then drank the cooled medicine in one gulp. After the food in her stomach, she felt better, changed into clean clothes and went downstairs. However, her legs still hurt so much that she trembled when she walked.
Zhao Xiao helped him out of the tent and said, "Don't ride the horse today. I'll say hello to the people in the kitchen. You can take the food cart later."
Song Yuzhu nodded. Although the wooden cart was not as comfortable as the horse-drawn carriage at home, at least it didn't rub her legs.
The weather outside was not very good, it was gloomy and drizzling, and the north wind blew the raindrops, which were cold and hit my face.
Song Yuzhu wrapped himself in the cape Zhao Xiao gave him, and huddled in a drawn carriage. The soldier driving the carriage was an elderly man, who was probably a little lonely after driving the carriage alone for a long time, and finally got another person on the carriage, and he kept chattering like a clockwork.
"Young man, are you the doctor who pulled out the arrow for the prince?"
"Yeah." Song Yuzhu responded.
"Why are you so awesome? Aren't you afraid that he will raise those two big black bears?"
Song Yuzhu said: "There is nothing we can do if we are afraid. If we don't pull out the arrow, we might die a more miserable death."
The uncle grinned and said, "You are very brave. I am not brave enough. My legs tremble when I see the prince."
Song Yuzhu thought, who wouldn't tremble? That person is as moody as a psychopath, and you never know when he will kill you. He suspected that Yang Yuanqing had mania or xyy super male syndrome, otherwise there was no way to explain his bloodthirsty and murderous personality. However, there was no way to do genetic testing in ancient times, and even if there was, he couldn't cure it.
"By the way, can you, little doctor, help me check my illness?"
Song Yuzhu forced herself to ask, "Uncle, what's wrong with you?"
"My waist hurts, especially in this rainy weather."
Song Yuzhu speculated that the bone pain might be caused by rheumatism. Rheumatism is divided into three types: heat-related, cold-related and obstructive. The right medicine is needed. At the moment, he couldn't take his pulse and could only ask him about how much pain he felt.
"Ouch, it hurts, right? I don't know how to describe it."
Song Yuzhu patiently asked, "Does your waist ache feel burning, swollen, or stiff and difficult to move, or is it bent and unable to stand upright?"
"If you put it that way, you probably can't move. It hurts if you move."
It should be a cold. Soldiers like them travel all over the country, so it is inevitable that cold and dampness will enter their bodies. Song Yuzhu prescribed him a prescription to dispel cold and dampness. The effect will be better with acupuncture and cupping. After all, this chronic disease could not be cured even in his time, it could only relieve pain.
Song Yuzhu leaned over the medicine box, wrote the prescription with a charcoal pencil, handed it to him and said, "If there is a chance, I will give you acupuncture a few times."
The uncle carefully put away the prescription and said gratefully, "That couldn't be better! You are such a kind-hearted person, young doctor!"
Song Yuzhu was stunned when she heard the voice. Is he...is he a kind-hearted person?
In his previous life, his colleagues gave him the nickname "Cold-Faced Killer". The reason was simple: Song Yuzhu's personality was too cold, both at work and in daily life.
In fact, this has a lot to do with his childhood. When he was six years old in his previous life, his parents divorced and remarried, and he lived with his grandparents.
The old man was rather rough in taking care of the child, and was only concerned with keeping him alive and not getting sick. He did not notice that the child suffered from mild autism. Over time, Song Yuzhu became a taciturn person.
Later, the year she was admitted to university, the two old people passed away one after another. Since then, Song Yuzhu no longer cared about anyone. Her personality became more and more introverted, resulting in only a few friends around her, and she had never even had a relationship.
Song Yuzhu also knew that he was not suitable for dating. He knew that he had character flaws and would not be able to be a qualified father even if he got married and had children in the future, so he simply gave up marriage and love.
In fact, Song Yuzhu was quite happy after traveling through time. He had a father and mother who loved him, he had no worries about food and clothing, and he could do the career he loved. These were things he could never have dreamed of in his previous life. They unknowingly opened his heart and made up for the emotions he once lacked.
Song Yuzhu lowered her head and raised the corners of her mouth. It seemed that being a kind-hearted person was not a bad thing.
It drizzled all morning, and it was wet and cold. It was almost noon when the dark clouds slowly dispersed to reveal the sun.
Zhao Xiao rode over and took out a warm pancake from his arms and handed it to him: "The army will be eating non-stop at noon. I asked someone for a hot pancake. Eat it while it's hot."
Song Yuzhu took the cake and asked, "Have you eaten it?"
"After eating, do you still feel uncomfortable?"
"Much better." In fact, his head was still dizzy and his legs hurt a lot, but there was nothing he could do. Yang Yuanqing would not stop to rest for him.
"That's good." Zhao Xiao pulled the reins and slowly followed the carriage.
The biscuit was a bit dry, and Song Yuzhu puffed up her cheeks and chewed hard like a squirrel. It was good enough to eat something hot during the march, so why would she be picky? She strained her neck to swallow the dry and hard biscuit, which stung her throat and eyes, and she missed the porridge and side dishes made by Jiang Rong even more.
"We are still sixty miles away from Xuzhou. There might be a fight. Don't run around in the carriage then."
"Why."
Zhao Xiao: "Lao Gao, please help take care of him."
The uncle driving the cart said, "Don't worry, as long as I'm alive, I will definitely not leave him behind."
Zhao Xiao took off the water bag and threw it to Song Yuzhu: "Take it and drink it. I'm leaving first."
"Hey...you should be careful too."
Zhao Xiao turned around and smiled brightly: "Don't worry, I'm very strong."
Song Yuzhu was stunned by his dazzling smile, and only came back to her senses after the people walked away. Her face turned red, and she muttered, "This boy has really white teeth."
"Hey, Xiao Langzhong, you and Captain Zhao have a good relationship!"
"Yes, is there?"
Uncle Gao said with a gossipy look on his face, "You don't know, Captain Zhao has a nickname called Iron-faced Yama."
"Pfft... Why do they have such nicknames?" This actually suits him quite well, one is a cold-faced killer, the other is an iron-faced devil.
"Because when Captain Zhao first came to the barracks, many people were dissatisfied with the fact that he was directly promoted to captain by King Qing. The old soldiers in the barracks are the most vicious, and they will make things difficult for people openly or secretly. If you have a bad temper, you will be bullied and run away in a few days."
"But this Captain Zhao is not ordinary. I heard that someone was causing trouble for him on his first day. Guess what happened?"
Song Yuzhu asked curiously, "What's going on?"
"He rolled up his clothes and beat the people up outside the camp! He also threatened that anyone who was not convinced could come out and fight him. Whoever could beat him into submission would be the captain!"
Song Yuzhu nodded secretly. This was Zhao Xiao's character.
"We all went to watch the fun that day. The fight lasted from morning till night! There were more than a hundred people in their barracks, but not one of them could beat him. Those bastards were beaten into submission and accepted their defeat with all their heart!" Uncle Gao cracked the whip with a smug look on his face, as if he was the winner.
"So amazing..." Song Yuzhu couldn't help but sigh.
"Yes, I really like this boy. Look how strong he is! He is also very handsome!"
"Hmm..." Song Yuzhu swallowed unconsciously.
"It just so happens that my family still has two unmarried daughters. I don't know if Captain Zhao would like them."
Song Yuzhu looked at his back and wrapped his cloak tightly, wondering what kind of girl could be worthy of such a mighty man.
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The army marched to Wujiaopo, a small town with over a thousand residents.
Yang Yuanqing directly ordered the army to go in and plunder, taking away all the money and food, and some soldiers even captured several women and took them away!
The families chased after them and kowtowed, begging them not to take their wives and daughters away, but the soldiers turned around and kicked them, completely ignoring them.
Song Yuzhu was so frightened that his hands and feet turned cold and his back went numb. He pulled Uncle Gao and asked, "He, what are they doing?!"
Uncle Gao said as if he was used to it: "Prince Qing has to be more restrained wherever he goes."
"What about those women? They are all our compatriots!"
Uncle Gao hesitated to speak, and finally he could only light up his pipe and take a puff: "Young Master, just get used to it. Some soldiers who followed Prince Qing... have long lost their humanity."
How can I get used to this kind of thing?!
He was a man from the 21st century. Although he had traveled through time, this was the first time he had encountered such a thing. Apart from shock and disgust, he had no other thoughts at all.
The ancient times when people were not enlightened were far more cruel than I imagined...
(End of this chapter)
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