Winner.
Panhu thought so, at least he had a better chance of winning.
"Boy, your leg can still be saved."
Xu He was limping along the road, wondering where to go to beg for food, when he was suddenly stopped by a barefoot old man.
The old man had white hair hanging down to his shoulders, wore straw sandals, and held a sign that said "Free Clinic". He looked like a quack doctor.
"Only the dislocated tibia can be reattached. If it is not treated for too long, the leg may be useless."
"No money." Xu He replied, and then walked forward regardless.
The old man immediately caught up and said, "I don't charge for your treatment, but you need to buy the medicine yourself. Your illness does not require medicine."
"really?"
"It is true. Please sit down."
Xu He obediently found a place to sit down. If possible, he didn't want to live with a limp for the rest of his life.
With a click.
The old man exerted a little force with his arm, and the dislocated foot bone was instantly exposed. A tingling sensation made him tremble violently. Then he stood up again, his foot was still a little weak, but he was no longer lame.
Xu He was overjoyed, bowed and said, "Thank you very much, benefactor. I don't know your name."
"Young husband, have you ever been educated?" The old man was surprised. The other party's words, actions and posture were obviously inconsistent with his own embarrassed appearance.
Xu He nodded, and told the other party about his own experience when asked. He had experienced famine and wandered here, and married into the landlord's family. He could have passed the imperial examination and had a bright future, but he was suddenly beaten for nothing when he tried to redeem himself.
Even the experienced doctors were stunned by such behavior.
"My dear husband, why are you doing this? How many people want to pass the imperial examination and marry into a rich family but cannot."
Xu Heru responded to his friend Li Shengxian that day, saying with a smile: "It's not good. A real man is born in this world, how can he be depressed and live under others for a long time? I don't accept that the bastard is a gentry, and I disdain to eat human blood buns."
"I stayed in that rotten place only for Master Xu, and now he is dead."
He was an ordinary man, and after experiencing the life of the gentry, Xu He did not feel longing for it or take pride in it. He hated it from the bottom of his heart, without any disguise or reason.
If he didn't want to be like an egg against a rock, he would have killed all these beasts.
"Even if it means begging for food like now?"
"Haha, food given out of pity is better than steamed buns made from human blood."
Xu He's stomach happened to make a sound, which made the old doctor, who was a little bit retarded, throw his head back and laugh.
"My young husband is a wonderful person. I just happen to be in need of a medicine apprentice. Would you like to be my disciple? I am illiterate and became a monk halfway through my life. I need a scholar to help me read medical books."
"Can I have enough food and clothing if I become your disciple?"
"No, I'm offering free medical treatment. I can only charge you a meal at most, but I will teach you how to save lives."
"become."
Xu Heru had nowhere to go as he did in the past, so he followed another old man. This time he was not a blacksmith, but a barefoot doctor.
His name was Zhang Guwang. He was originally an apprentice in a pharmacy. His master died halfway through his training. The pharmacy was sold by his descendants, and he was kicked out.
It happened to be a time of chaos and an old slave who was only responsible for boiling medicine began to work as a doctor to save people.
Zhang Guwang said: "In the early years, I had only a vague understanding of pharmacology. Half of the patients I treated died and half survived. Sometimes, eight out of ten died."
"Then you really are the living devil."
Zhang Guwang was not angry at Xu He's teasing. He held his beard and laughed: "If I cure them to death, they will thank me. If I don't cure them, they will probably die."
"In today's world, we can only do our best and leave the rest to fate."
“Heaven’s will…”
Xu He pursed his lips and said, "Sir, can the world be governed?"
"Of course, if you have learned all my skills, then the world can be cured." Zhang Guwang boasted, "I have been practicing medicine for many years, specializing in treating difficult and complicated diseases. Who knows, I may be able to write a book in the future."
"good."
Xu He seemed to have found what he was looking for, just like when he wanted to redeem himself. He devoted himself to studying medicine.
It took two years to boil medicine, three years to study pharmacology, five years to perform the diagnostic test, and another five years to study the theories on difficult and complicated diseases accumulated by the old doctor.
The year I completed my studies, there was another year of drought. In the past 15 years, there have been both floods and droughts from above, as well as heavy taxes and levies from below. The people were about to die.
The old doctor also died in this year and did not encounter the worst times.
Before his death, he gave instructions to Xu He.
"Treatment..."
He is a very pure doctor, and Xu He is also very pure.
He wanted to save more people.
In the first year of the Qingkang period, a new emperor ascended the throne and issued a general amnesty, leaving nine out of ten households empty-handed.
Xu He no longer looks like a young man, with hair now gray. He walks around holding a coarse cloth free clinic sign inherited from an old doctor. Before he learned medicine, the world was full of starving people, and after he learned medicine, the world was still full of starving people.
The rich have wine and meat, but the poor freeze to death on the streets.
Nothing has changed.
No matter how many diseases you treat, you cannot cure the world; no matter how many people you save, you cannot save all the people.
A drop of water fell on Xu He's head. He looked up and saw that it was finally raining after a long dry day, and the drops were getting bigger and bigger.
"It's raining." Xu He's face gradually showed joy, and he kept murmuring that it was raining.
As long as it rains, the land can be planted, and if the land can be planted, people can eat, and if people can eat, no one will die. All diseases begin with poverty, and all sufferings are worse than hunger.
“It’s raining folks!”
His voice rose slightly, and then stopped immediately.
Xu He looked up at the hungry victims around him. Facing the rain, he was numb and stood there motionless like a walking corpse.
"Doctor Xu, we don't even have seeds to plant. It's too late to plant now."
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