Chapter 238 White-Robed Saint

The wild ice is bright and frosty beards.

Sunan is gradually reaching its coldest time.

The ruined temple at the execution ground could no longer block the increasingly severe wind. Chang Jin took the initiative and asked Li Wenhu and Cai Fang to help move the temple from the ruined temple to an abandoned dyehouse in the city.

The dyeing house is spacious enough to accommodate many people. Moreover, over the past few days, the rash on the bodies of those infected with the epidemic has gradually stopped spreading and deepening.

The golden cinnamon fruit brought by Lu Tong from Luomei Peak has miraculous effects.

This flower can relieve heat and poison, and its medicinal properties are weaker than those of red wood vine. While waiting for red wood vine, the medical officers tried to replace the prescription with golden cinnamon and replaced two of the medicinal materials. Because of Ding Yong’s past experience, it was safe this time Many, but seven or eight days passed, and the repeated situation did not occur. At the same time, the redwood vines shipped from Pingzhou also arrived in southern Jiangsu. The medical officers changed two sets of prescriptions and gave them to the patients alternately. Within a few days, no one fell ill midway.

Although we don’t know what the future will bring, at least for now, the epidemic is under control for the time being.

Cuicui ran out from the door of the dyeing workshop, grabbed Lin Danqing's clothes, looked at her and said: "Medical Officer Lin, is Medical Officer Lu not feeling better yet?"

Lin Danqing paused for a moment, then forced a smile and said, "It's almost. She'll get better soon."

Lu Zhuo's condition is getting worse and worse.

At first, I could still wake up occasionally. Gradually, my coma lasted longer and longer. Even when I woke up occasionally, I was in a hazy state, as if I couldn't distinguish between dreams and reality.

What's even more difficult is that all the medicinal materials are useless to her.

The half-written booklet clearly stated the poisons that Lu Tong had tried in the past. For this reason, the medical officers boiled the prescriptions prepared for her into soup and fed her carefully after taking them. The stone is lost in the sea, and there is no trace of the medicinal effect.

Useless.

Seeing Lu Zhuo getting weaker day by day, the medical officers were anxious and helpless, and Chang Jin was so worried that half of his hair turned white.

Lin Danqing walked to Chang Jin's house, opened the door and walked in.

In the room, several medical officers were sitting at the table, lowering their heads and arguing about something.

Ji Xun sat aside and sorted out the newly written prescriptions. During the days when Lu Xu was seriously ill, Ji Xun did not stop for a moment. He used to be a handsome young man, but now his face is tired and his eyes are red. He is completely different from the calmness in the past. .

Lin Danqing entered the room, and Chang Jin waved to her and asked her to sit by herself. These medical officers were all the medical officers who treated Lu Huo. Now that Lu Huo's breath was weak, apart from the epidemic, it had become the most important matter for all the medical officials.

"Yizheng, I have something to say about Medical Officer Lu's illness." After a pause, Lin Danqing spoke.

Everyone in the room looked at her.

She used to be lazy and playful in Shengjing Hanlin Medical Hospital, and was scolded by Chang Jin for not being steady enough. Now that she has come to Southern Jiangsu, in just a few months, she seems to have grown up a lot, and her eyebrows are a little less jumpy. A little more calm.

"Medical Officer Lu's illness can't wait any longer." She said, "All medicines are useless for her. If we can't find a way, her life will be in danger within three to five days."

No one said anything. This was a fact that everyone knew but did not dare to say.

Ji Xun looked at her: "Doctor Lin, if you have something to say, you might as well say it directly."

Lin Danqing took a deep breath: "I have a method, but it is very bold and I may not dare to use it."

Chang Jin: "Tell me."

"Our ancestors of the Lin family once had an ancestor who was known as the 'Holy Hand in White'. It is said that this man had excellent medical skills and was able to bring the dead back to life."

"He once wrote a handbook, which I memorized. It said that when he was young, he went to the battlefield with his friends to control the plague, but in the end his friend was unfortunately killed by a poisonous arrow from the enemy. He regretted it all his life. Later, Guangluo detoxifies and prevents the same mistakes."

Speaking of this, Lin Danqing paused.

"The medical knowledge is endless, and so are the poison scriptures. Sister Lu was exposed to too many poisons, and her body gradually got used to it, so all the drugs had no effect on her. It was also when I saw Huang Jinqin that I remembered that my ancestor had written a poem The doctor said that if someone is poisoned and his life is in danger, he can use blood transfusion. "

Ji Xun's brows twitched: "Exchange blood?"

"It's not a real blood transfusion, but fighting poison with poison, and using disease to make the disease easier. This medical prescription requires Sister Lu to take a big poison first, and then use acupuncture to detoxify it and eliminate it at the source."

She hesitated for a moment before continuing: "But our ancestors also wrote that this method is only suitable for people who are dying. Secondly, during the process of taking the poison and detoxifying it, the pain is better than the pain of a thousand arrows stabbing the heart." Damn, few people can persist. And..." She looked at everyone: "There will be risks."

"It's not foolproof. Sister Lu may die."

The sound of needle dropping could be heard in the room, but no one spoke.

Lin Danqing gritted his teeth.

"If I hadn't been in this situation, I would never have taken such a bold step. But right now, Sister Lu is getting weaker day by day, and those antidotes have no effect on her. Do we have to watch her die?"

At this point, his tone was a little excited.

She studied at the Imperial Medical Bureau for many years, and later went to the Medical Officer's College. Because of her cheerful and bright personality, everyone made friends with her, but Lu Yan was not the most enthusiastic one.

But Lin Danqing likes Lu Huo the most.

Lu Chen may appear cold and distant, but he would leave the light on for her late at night in the dormitory. She casually complained about the medical classics and pharmacology that she couldn't understand, and before long, the borrowed medical books would be filled with annotated notes. Lu Chen knew the secrets and secrets of her Lin family, and he also gave her aunt the advice to "shoot the eyes" to cure the poison. Colleagues in the medical college may not be fighting overtly and secretly, and would like to keep the medical prescriptions they know to themselves, but Lu Chen is the only one who is open and honest, and will give whatever the doctor says without any selfish motives.

A person with a completely different temperament from her always makes people admire her, and even a little jealousy will make people blame themselves for being dark.

Her ancestor failed to save his best friend, so he regretted his whole life, and Lin Danqing didn't want to be like him.

She wanted to save her friend.

In the silence, someone suddenly spoke: "I think we can give it a try."

Lin Danqing looked at him in surprise.

It was Ji Xun who spoke. Ji Xun looked at her: "Doctors are to save people. If you give up the possibility for possible risks, it is not the right thing to do."

"Nonsense!" A medical officer disagreed and said: "Doctors treat diseases and save people, they can't be quick, fall back to the starting point, it's nothing more than a word 'cure'. This move does more harm than good, it's not curing people, I'm afraid it will hurt people!"

Hearing this, Ji Xun was stunned for a moment, not knowing what he thought of, his expression became distant.

After a while, he shook his head and spoke softly.

"This is wrong. As the saying goes, 'Tianxiong Wucheng is the most poisonous medicine, and a good doctor can save people.' Diseases are ever-changing, and so are medicines. Since medicine can't cure her, maybe poison can."

"You and I have been in the Imperial Academy of Medical Officers for too long, and we are afraid of each other. If we just seek stability, we will lose our original intention. Why not ask yourself, is it for the patient or for yourself that you are unwilling to help?"

When these words came out, the medical officers were stunned, and the person who just spoke blushed and didn't speak for a long time.

Being an official and a doctor is generally different. As a doctor, the first thing to do is to empathize with the patient.

And they have been officials for too long.

After a long silence, Chang Jin spoke: "Just do as Lin said."

"The doctor is right!"

"The disease is not caused by one day or one night, it is gradually caused by it." The good old man who has always been content to defend himself looked at everyone, "Lu has been a medicine man for many years, and his heart is a hundred times stronger and tougher than ordinary people. Instead of letting her weaken day by day, it is better to be prepared to fight hard."

"Everyone," Chang Jin said seriously: "Human life is precious and should not be abandoned lightly."

The person who just spoke stopped talking, and Chang Jin looked at Lin Danqing: "Lin, you quickly write down the prescription in the handwritten note. You must read the prescription to make sure it is safe before you can arrange for Lu to see the doctor."

"Yes."

...

The new prescription was quickly determined.

The doctors had different opinions when they learned about Lin Danqing's treatment method.

Some people thought that this move was extremely risky, and it would fail in nine out of ten cases, and it would make Lu Tong experience great pain before she died, and the benefits outweighed the disadvantages. Some people also believe that people only have one life, and it is better to have hope than no hope.

Lu Tong woke up once.

Pei Yunying was guarding her by the bed at that time. When Lin Danqing brought the news, he kept his head down and did not dare to look into Lu Tong's eyes.

Lu Tong leaned on Pei Yunying's arms. She was already very weak and could barely speak. She listened to Lin Danqing's words and laughed instead.

"Okay," she said, "just try it."

Lin Danqing couldn't help but look up: "It will hurt."

"I'm not afraid of pain."

"It may not succeed... Bah, bah, bah, I'm not cursing you."

"It's okay." Lu Tong said: "I'm lucky. I've tried many medicines and nothing worked. I'm sure I can pass this time."

Pei Yunying's hand holding her arm was slightly stiff, but Lu Tong didn't notice.

She looked at Lin Danqing, and there was a faint light in her eyes, which were always calm and indifferent. Lin Danqing was not unfamiliar with that kind of look. The patient hoped to live and had a desire for life. Lin Danqing had seen it many times in the plague center.

Lin Danqing suddenly choked up.

She held Lu Tong's hand: "Okay, we will definitely pass it."

After the treatment plan was determined, Lu Tong fell asleep again. Lin Danqing looked at Pei Yunying on the side: "Marshal Pei, please move."

Pei Yunying did not move, lowered his eyes and looked at the person on the bed.

These days, he has been guarding Lu Tong and has never left.

The medical officers treated the patients and were used to separation and death. People with feelings could not stay together. They regretted separation and were sad about death. She had read so many storybooks, and the good and bad endings were just a few sentences. But now she was here, looking at the lonely back in the darkness, and she felt sad.

She didn't know what the young commander was thinking at the moment, but his drooping eyebrows and gaze at the person on the bed were so deep and silent, as if the beloved thing was gradually leaving him, confused and powerless, and fragile unlike before.

There was a sound of the door behind him, and the medical officers came in one after another. It was impossible for one person to diagnose with Lu Tong, so Ji Xun, Chang Jin and several other medical officers had to be present.

Chang Jin walked to Pei Yunying and sighed, "Sir, please move."

Hearing this, Pei Yunying came back to his senses, looked at the person on the couch again, stood up silently, turned around and left the house.

The door closed behind him, and he walked out of the yard.

On the winter solstice, heavy snow fell from the sky to the ground, and the fields were silvery white, mixed with light rain, soaking people's clothes.

He walked silently, and unknowingly, he walked to the ruined temple in front of the execution ground.

All the patients in the plague center have been moved to the warmer dyeing workshop, and the original dilapidated temple has returned to its former desolate appearance, lonely and lonely in the rain and snow.

He pushed the door and walked in.

The temple that was crowded and lively a few days ago was empty in an instant, with only a few braziers with burnt Atractylodes thrown in the corner. There was an upside-down oil lamp in front of the altar, with only a little oil left. He lit it with a fire stick, and the dim light immediately enveloped the entire dilapidated temple.

The altar was moved away, revealing the earth wall behind it. On the earth wall, a line of "debt notes" from many years ago had deep marks, which were clearly visible under the light.

Pei Yunying leaned over and stroked the words on the wall with his fingertips.

The words he and Lu Tong wrote here many years ago.

At that time, he was a patient and she was the doctor. She stitched up his wounds, which were crude but effective. Now that she was sick, there was nothing he could do.

Ironically speaking, Lu Zhen had been a medicine man and a doctor, but he had never been a patient. The decoctions she had taken were to test the poison. Now when she took the medicine for the first time as a patient, ordinary medicines no longer had any effect on her.

Nature plays tricks on people.

Pei Yunying raised his eyes.

On the altar table, the statue of the god whose face was blurred by the rain looked down at him quietly. Just like many years ago or many years later, in front of the gods and Buddhas, humans were as small as ants and as fragile as grass.

He has never believed in gods and Buddhas. Since his mother passed away, he has been walking outside. Fate has suffered hardships and given people strength and indifference. He no longer believed that anything in this world could save him except himself. However, at this moment, he looked at the blurry statue of the god above his head and slowly knelt down on the futon.

Put your hands together and kneel down devoutly.

Legend has it that gods and Buddhas are corrupt and never grant blessings to others for no reason. Whatever is given to others, a corresponding price must be taken away. Sooner or later, a fair deal.

"Gods and Buddhas are above us, and ghosts and gods are hard to bully."

He bowed his head, his voice calm.

"I, Pei Yunying, am willing to pay for my life in exchange for Lu Zhu's peace for the rest of his life."

…

The snow in southern Jiangsu has rolled over the long and wide rivers, and when the gentle breeze reaches Shengjing, it turns into a long field of poplar flowers.

In the yard of Renxin Medical Center on West Street, lanterns are hung on the plum trees.

Acheng came out of the kitchen and went into the back shop carrying the hot rice wine. Yin Zheng took a bowl and filled a bowl for everyone.

Tonight is the winter solstice. It is a custom in Shengjing City to eat glutinous rice balls and drink rice wine. Du Changqing asked Luo Miao Liangfang and Acheng to prepare the meal yesterday. After resting tonight, we will have dinner at the hospital.

"Come on," Du Changqing held up the bowl and stood up to speak, "Today, after the winter solstice, we turn to celebrate the New Year and celebrate that we have made it together for another year. We can make it together every year, and we can make it together every year."

This toast was really not very good, but everyone still gave him face, touched the bowl with him, and said a few perfunctory words.

Acheng picked up a glutinous rice ball. The dumpling had a thin skin and a big filling. Yin Zheng and Miao Liangfang made it together. It was stuffed with sesame and peanuts. It was fragrant and glutinous. Acheng took a bite and said, "It's so sweet!"

"I added the sugar osmanthus left over from the Mid-Autumn Festival in it." Yin Zheng said with a smile: "Sister-in-law Song taught me how to make it. If the girl is here, I will definitely be able to eat a big bowl..."

At this point, there was a sudden pause, and everyone at the table was stunned for a moment.

Lu Chen has been to southern Jiangsu for a long time.

Southern Jiangsu and Shengjing are thousands of miles apart, and it has been many days since news of the epidemic came and went. Miao Liangfang asked his old acquaintances in the imperial city to inquire, and they only said that the epidemic in southern Jiangsu was serious, but that it had improved due to the efforts of a group of medical officers. As for the specific medical officer, it was unknown.

There is no news from Lu Zhuo.

"I wonder how the girl is doing now..." Yin Zheng was a little worried.

The journey to southern Jiangsu is so long, and Lu Chen himself is very weak, and he has to rescue an epidemic after a long journey. Lu Chen is not the type to complain about being tired, which always makes people feel uneasy.

Du Changqing saw the worried look on Yin Zheng's eyebrows and waved his hand: "Hey, don't worry about it! I told you not to let her get into the limelight at the beginning, but Lu Zhen, even though he is as stubborn as a cow, But she is quite capable and will never fight an uncertain battle. Since she is going, she is definitely not going blindly. Our medical clinic can revive the dead in her hands, so what does it mean to be a mere epidemic? "

"When it stops snowing and the weather clears up in a few days, go to Wan'en Temple and offer a few sticks of incense to the monk. I will protect our Doctor Lu from all diseases and return to Shengjing!"

The conversation made everyone at the table feel relaxed.

Acheng smiled and said: "Okay, okay, when the time comes, let's make some incense and give the Buddha a big bribe!"

Miao Liangfang picked up a dumpling and stuffed it into his mouth. The sweet osmanthus and sesame were mixed together. He praised it for a while and then looked out the window.

In the yard, a red plum tree bloomed, and pieces of jade flew into pieces.

"Today is the winter solstice. There is famine and epidemic in southern Jiangsu, so there is probably no glutinous rice balls to eat." He sighed: "I wonder what Xiaolu is doing now?"

…

Late at night.

On the Luomei Peak, the strong wind swept, and the red plum blossoms danced.

At the foot of the mountain, the official residence of the city's traditional Chinese medicine practitioners is brightly lit.

Ji Xun and Lin Danqing were in front of the bed, giving Lu Zhuo acupuncture.

Chang Jin held Lu Zhuo's pulse from time to time, with a very solemn look on his face.

The highly poisonous recipe of the "White Saint Hand" has been fed to Lu Chen. I don't know whether it is because her physique is too special, or there are hidden dangers in the highly poisonous recipe itself. In short, after taking the medicine, Lu Chen has no reaction, but still remains. As sleepy as before.

In the medical hospital, Ji Xun had the best acupuncture skills, and Lin Danqing was the one who knew the manuscript best. The two worked together to perform acupuncture on Lu Tong.

This acupuncture method was more difficult than before, and cold sweat gradually broke out on Ji Xun and Lin Danqing's foreheads. When the lights in the room were getting shorter, Lu Huo suddenly had a change.

It was as if the belated pain finally hit her at the last moment. She began to tremble, her body trembled violently, and the golden needles were shaken everywhere by her. Ji Xun said sternly: "Hold her down!"

Lin Danqing hurriedly held Lu Huo down.

Lu Zhen was held down, and a look of pain gradually appeared on his face. He couldn't help but groan and shouted: "It hurts..."

Ji Xun paused, and everyone in the room was startled.

No one had ever heard Lu Yan cry out in pain.

She is very calm and faces everything calmly. She has been a medicine practitioner for many years. She has experienced the pain recorded in the manual at a young age. Most of the so-called pain in the world should be ordinary to her.

But now she is crying out in pain.

Chang Jin's expression changed: "Her pulse is weakening."

Ji Xun and Lin Danqing looked at each other, and Lin Danqing held Lu Tong's hand: "Sister Lu, cheer up, can you hear me? Don't sleep! Hang on!"

Ji Xun buried his head, his hands trembling slightly, and stabbed a golden needle into her neck.

Lu Tong's expression became more painful, and she began to struggle desperately. Lin Danqing held her hand to prevent her from touching the golden needle.

But in the next moment, with a "puff", she suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood.

The blood was black.

Chang Jin was shocked: "Doctor Lu!"

Her expression suddenly relaxed, as if the last bit of strength had dissipated, and she seemed to want to open her eyes to see what was in front of her, but she closed her eyes in the end.

Chang Jin hurried to feel her pulse.

He froze and spoke in a trembling voice.

"No breath..."

After a while, Lin Danqing's soft sobbing sounded in the room, and Ji Xun's face was pale.

Pei Yunying, who was waiting at the door, raised his eyes suddenly.

The night was dark and the cold wind pierced his bones. He stood there, and for a moment, he felt like he was falling into an abyss.

I don’t know when the snow stopped in southern Jiangsu.

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