Han officials

Chapter 210: Planting Flowers with All My Heart but They Don’t Bloom [22]

In the afternoon, in the main hall of Wei Mansion.

Hua Tuo stepped out solemnly, prostrated himself on the ground, and said in a voice as resounding as a bell: "My lord, please think of the people of the world. Although I am dull, I dare not disobey your command!"

Seeing this, Wei Zhe burst into laughter and quickly helped Hua Tuo up.

In fact, he did this for his own selfish reasons.

After all, according to historical records, Hua Tuo was not willing to become the private doctor of high-ranking officials. He wanted to save the world with his own medical skills. Whether it was Chen Deng, the prefect of Guangling, or the powerful Prime Minister Cao, facts have proved that neither of them kept Hua Tuo by their side for a long time. Wei Zhe did not want Hua Tuo to do the same to him in the future.

But now it's different. It takes ten years to grow a tree and a hundred years to cultivate a person. Now that he is tied to the Medical Officer School, he can't leave in this life.

But then Wei Zhe looked ashamed and said, "This year, the military farming has just started, and there have been a lot of losses in the various places. The storage in the granaries is really hard to meet the needs. I would like to ask you to temporarily teach the military medical officers with your own knowledge. When the new grain arrives in the granaries next year, I will definitely set up a medical school for you, so that you can have disciples and teach them!"

After all, full-time students, like full-time soldiers, need food, which is not available easily.

If he really recruits too many students, even if Wei Zhe can teach them, he may not be able to support them.

In comparison, the medical officer apprentices who were already supported by the military were much cheaper and had some basic skills.

Apart from anything else, the Youzhou Army's trauma treatment is somewhat advanced.

Hua Tuo didn't take it seriously. He stroked his beard and smiled, saying, "No problem, no problem. There's no difference between curing illnesses and saving lives!"

Xi Zhicai, who had been watching from the sidelines, saw this and guessed something.

He knew very well that Wei Zhe never did anything useless. Since he valued this person so much, this Hua Tuo must have some extraordinary qualities.

On the contrary, just when Xi Zhicai was thinking about when to find an opportunity to witness Hua Tuo's medical skills, he didn't expect that the melon would be eaten by himself.

After Hua Tuo thanked him and accepted the order, he actually looked at Xi Zhicai standing beside him, frowned slightly, and asked, "Have you often felt chest tightness, shortness of breath, excessive sweating, and fatigue recently?"

As soon as these words were spoken, Wei Zhe felt a tightness in his heart before Xi Zhicai could do anything.

As the old saying goes: I'm not afraid of a smiling doctor, I'm afraid of a doctor with a frown.

Looking at Hua Tuo's expression, it is obvious that Xi Zhicai is sick, and a serious illness.

Thinking of Xi Zhicai's early death in history, Wei Zhe became a little nervous: "Mr. Yuanhua, Zhicai is my confidant and right-hand man, like a close relative. You must cure him!"

Seeing Wei Zhe's seriousness, Xi Zhicai felt a little flustered. He immediately nodded and said, "I do have these symptoms, but these are old problems. They shouldn't be a big deal, right?"

Hua Tuo did not say anything after hearing this, but went closer to perform a detailed pulse diagnosis on Xi Zhicai.

It is said that during the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, Chinese doctors already had the habit of observing, listening, asking and palpating.

Although shamans and doctors are inseparable nowadays, many medical concepts have already been formed.

Simply put, the upper limit of doctors today is extremely high and the lower limit is extremely low, so it all depends on the patient's luck.

Xi Zhicai's luck is good at the moment, but it's a pity that his life is not very good!

After a comprehensive observation, Hua Tuo sighed solemnly.

In fact, he was a little skeptical when he saw the grayness in Xi Zhicai's eyes just now, but now he sees that it is indeed true.

But even though he was feeling emotional, this sigh almost scared Wei Zhe half to death.

After taking a deep breath, Wei Zhe asked nervously, "...Sir, what is Zhicai's illness?"

Hua Tuo didn't waste any words when he heard this. He frowned and sighed:
"If my guess is correct, General Xi must be suffering from a congenital heart disease, which is determined by fate and cannot be cured by human power. Few people with this disease can survive beyond the age of thirty!"

"However, judging by General Xi's pulse, he must have been consuming a lot of nourishing foods in recent years to replenish his vital energy. Therefore, his symptoms are relatively mild, and he can still walk freely. If he takes good care of himself in the future, he may live to a ripe old age!"

As soon as these words came out, Wei Zhe suddenly felt mixed emotions.

Emotionally, he wanted to deny Hua Tuo's judgment, but the reality was similar to what Hua Tuo said. In fact, since becoming the governor of Lelang, Wei Zhe had often forced Xi Zhicai to eat Changbai Mountain ginseng.

After all, Shangdang ginseng is the most valuable now, and Changbai Mountain ginseng is still relatively cheap.

It is precisely because of its low price that Shangdang ginseng is almost being dug out, but the medicinal herb is still everywhere in Changbai Mountain.

Old mountain ginseng, which is rarely seen in later generations, can now be encountered thousands of times by mountain people every year.

The annual output of Changbai Mountain ginseng is more than 100 kilograms.

If the herbal farmers are brave enough and continue to go deep into the mountains and forests, they will probably harvest more.

It can be said that Wei Zhe now has no problem eating ginseng as radish, and he may not even be able to finish it.

Of course, he didn't have the courage.

However, since Xi Zhicai took supplements every year without any problems, Wei Zhe realized that he did have a problem.

But Wei Zhe didn't expect Xi Zhicai's problem to be so serious.

No matter what type of congenital heart disease he has, it is basically incurable in this era.

When he thought of this, Wei Zhe felt heavy in his heart.

However, Xi Zhicai was a little surprised when he heard this, but then he smiled carefreely:
"Thank you Mr. Yuen Wah for telling me that life and death are determined by fate, and wealth and honor are in the hands of God. I wish I could die with a clear mind!"

After saying that, he couldn't help but pour himself another glass of fruit wine, ready to savor it carefully.

Wei Zhe became furious upon seeing this and immediately snatched it away and threw it on the ground.

Seeing Xi Zhicai's stunned look, Wei Zhe glared at him and said, "Humph! From today on, you will not be able to drink this wine anymore."

Upon hearing this, Xi Zhicai's eyes suddenly widened with an expression of disbelief.

He didn't even devastate himself like this when he learned that he was going to die.

However, Wei Zhe was too lazy to pay attention to him. He immediately pulled Hua Tuo and said sternly, "Mr. Yuan Hua, I will leave Zhicai to you."

Hua Tuo also knew that Xi Zhicai was Wei Zhe's chief strategist, so he bowed solemnly and said, "Don't worry, my lord. I will do my best!"

So, with Xi Zhicai's sad eyes, he was escorted away by Wei Zhe's personal soldiers and followed Hua Tuo away.

Xi Zhicai never expected that he would get himself involved just by joining in the fun.

After Xi Zhicai left, Wei Zhe also had a headache.

Given Xi Zhicai's current condition, it would be tantamount to murder to make him work as hard as before.

He is not King Goujian of Yue, and he would not do such a thing as killing the running dogs after the rabbit dies.

If possible, Wei Zhe still wanted to get along well with Xi Zhicai as a king and his subject, and enjoy the glory of the prosperous times together.

This is his strength and his weakness.

Wei Zhe knew it in his heart, but he had no intention of repenting.

However, given Xi Zhicai's physical condition, he felt it necessary to recruit new staff to help him share the work.

Thinking of this, Wei Zhe pondered for a moment and finally came up with an idea...
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Sorry, it’s late.

【(.＿。)I'm sorry~】

(End of this chapter)