Three Kingdoms: A Million Soldiers Grown from the Fields

Chapter 5 Guo Family Medicine Clinic (Please continue reading)

These are the things Zhang Xian needs to avoid. As long as he's not in some remote, inaccessible place, these two things will find him sooner or later.

Don't talk about whether he has a household registration or not. If people without household registration were immediately classified as lowly or slaves, wouldn't that solve the problem?

The status of the lowly and the status of slaves were also part of the household registration system, and they could be taxed and forced to serve in the military, and they could also be sold as commodities.

This was also the main reason why Zhang Xian wanted a normal household registration. Catching runaways was a feat and a way for officials to make their fortunes throughout history.

With time, he was able to quickly monetize his golden touch.

"Oh." Zhao Yun and Xiahou Lan nodded as if they understood, and then led their brother Xian to the Guo family.

The Guo family's residence in Zhengding was located in the most central area of ​​Zhengding County. It was a prosperous and safe place, and there were no ruffians or scoundrels to be seen on either side of the street. Every now and then, a few county guards carrying spears would patrol by.

The three arrived at the gatehouse, where Xiahou Lan handed over Tong Yuan's calling card.

The doorman, having received the business card, immediately went to inform the mansion without the slightest delay.

Every now and then, a refined-looking middle-aged man in a long gown would open the main door and come out to greet them.

"You must be Master Tong's beloved disciples. I am the steward of the Guo family. You three gentlemen can simply call me Steward Guo."

The doormen opened the main door completely and each took a broom to sweep the knee-high threshold.

"Please come in, three outstanding individuals. May I ask your names?"

"Zhao Yun".

"Xiahou Lan".

"Zhang Xian, Zhang Zixu,"

The three men clasped their hands in greeting.

Manager Guo, with a warm expression, invited Zhang Xian and the others inside while inquiring about their purpose.

Zhang Xian replied, “I heard from Master Tong that your young master has fallen ill. I have been studying medicine with my late master in the mountains since I was a child, specializing in treating difficult diseases. So I thought I would like to come and see him.”

"Oh!" Steward Guo narrowed his eyes, stroked his beard, and sized up Zhang Xian.

However, he didn't say much. He simply led Zhang Xian and the other two through the porch and settled them in a hall before taking his leave to report to the head of the Guo family.

Inside the Guo family mansion, Steward Guo said something to a maid and then waited at the entrance. After a short while, the maid returned and respectfully said, "Steward, the master of the house wants you to come over."

"Hmm." Only then did Steward Guo step into the inner courtyard.

A wisp of smoke drifted through the spacious bedroom, carrying a strong, bitter medicinal aroma.

The Guo family patriarch, dressed in a scholar's robe and with a composed expression, was personally feeding his youngest son medicinal soup.

A beautiful woman beside him held a handkerchief, looking distressed.

"Ziren, Tang'er's illness has lasted for several days and there is no improvement. She coughs day and night, which is heartbreaking."

Lying in bed, Guo Tang, who looked about eight or nine years old, had a pale face, his chest heaving, and his breathing was noticeably hissing.

After drinking the last sip of the bitter herbal medicine, Guo Tang coughed weakly.

"Cough cough, Mother, cough cough, if I'm alright, I'll get better soon, don't worry too much... cough cough cough."

Before he could finish speaking, he broke out in a violent cough, his already pale cheeks turning bright red with each cough.

"Don't speak, don't speak. The doctor specifically told you not to talk too much. Alas, my poor child."

Guo Tang's violent coughing frightened Guo Huai, Guo Ziren, and the beautiful woman, who all hurriedly tried to comfort him.

Guo Huai hugged Guo Tang and gently patted his back.

"Ziren, you'd better think of something!"

The beautiful woman wiped the medicine stains from Guo Tang's lips, tears welling in her eyes.

"I've already sent someone to Luoyang to find a good doctor. He'll be fine in a few days."

He gently patted Guo Tang as he watched his young son gradually fall into a deep sleep, then carefully laid Guo Tang down and got up.

"Master, Steward Guo is outside the door."

A maid stepped forward and whispered, and Guo Huai nodded: "Madam, please take good care of Tang'er. I have some things to take care of."

As Guo Huai stepped out the door, Steward Guo was already waiting. He greeted him as Guo Huai came out and said, "Master, Master Tong has sent a calling card and three people with him. Two of them should be Master Tong's disciples, while the other is dressed as a hermit, saying that he can cure the young master."

"really?"

Guo Huai became somewhat excited when he heard someone say that Guo Tang could be cured.

He had consulted almost all the famous doctors around Changshan, but none of them could truly cure Guo Tang.

"The person Master Tong summoned must be quite capable."

Manager Guo didn't dare to make any guarantees, so he brought up Tong Yuan. Guo Huai was silent for a moment, then spoke up: "I suppose Master Tong wouldn't speak without reason, so let's give it a try."

Meanwhile, Zhang Xian, who was seated in the main hall of the front house, sorted out the medicines from the backpack that was hanging on his chest and hidden under his long robe.

The medications used to cure Tong Yuan were the same as those used before. Perhaps because antibiotics were rare in ancient times, the effects of these medications were surprisingly good.

Normally, one would need to take several pills over several days to recover, but with Tong Yuan, he only needed to take one pill twice, and his condition improved afterward.

The maids and servants served pastries and dried fruits, which Zhao Yun and Xiahou Lan were enjoying immensely.

Just as Zhang Xian was still considering whether to use more medicine to be on the safe side, Manager Guo, who had left earlier, hurriedly came back, followed by a man who looked to be in his thirties or forties.

"Mr. Zixu, my name is Guo Huai, also known as Guo Ziren, the head of the Guo family. Please forgive me for not greeting you properly." Guo Huai bowed to Zhang Xian, his tone slightly anxious.

"I should have exchanged more pleasantries with you, sir, but you know that my youngest son is ill. I beg you to be generous and help him. The Guo family will be very grateful."

When Guo Huai and his companion arrived at the front hall, Zhang Xian stood up. He had come to save lives and exchange favors, so there was no reason for him to refuse. He wanted to get the treatment done quickly so he could return to his small mountain village and start his farming business.

He cupped his hands in greeting: "Patriarch Guo, you flatter me. I have come here for medical treatment. Please lead the way, Patriarch Guo."

"Manager Guo, I'd like to trouble you to take care of my two younger brothers."

"Of course, of course."

Steward Guo approached Zhao Yun and the other man, while Guo Huai led Zhang Xian towards the inner quarters. The situation was urgent, and he had already instructed the women in the inner quarters not to wander around unnecessarily.

Zhang Xian walked quickly, not knowing how many doorways he had passed, and finally arrived at the bedroom, where he saw the youngest son of the Guo family.

At this time, only the beautiful woman and two maids were in the bedroom.

Guo Huai pointed to his youngest son and said, "I wonder what Mr. Zixu needs? I will send someone to prepare it."

Zhang Xian waved his hand: "Let one of the observers go first."

Guo Huaiyi bowed and said, "Please."

Stepping forward, Zhang Xian crouched down beside the bed and began to examine Guo Tang's condition.

Similar to Tong Yuan's situation some time ago, he felt mostly reassured, but the remaining half would only be known after the system assessed his behavior following the administration of the medication.

I reached out and touched Guo Tang's forehead and the side of his neck. They weren't hot, so the doctors must have prescribed medicine to reduce the fever.

However, the occasional light coughs revealed that Guo Tang's inflammation had not subsided.

So he waved his hand and said, "I know the general situation. Please, Patriarch Guo, wake up your son and remove the incense burner to fetch some warm water."

"She has just fallen asleep, my husband."

The beautiful woman was somewhat worried; she found it hard to believe Zhang Xian's age.

Guo Huai, who was standing to the side, had a similar thought, but considering Tong Yuan's endorsement and the brief words on the business card, he nodded.

"I'll listen to Mr. Zixu."

"Yes, Master." The two maids spoke softly, but quickly took the incense burner out of the bedroom.

Guo Huai stepped forward and gently woke Guo Tang.

With a pair of dazed eyes, he lifted Guo Tang up and sat him up.

The maid who had removed the incense burner also came running over, carrying an urn and a porcelain bowl.

"Sir, here's your warm water."

Zhang Xian accepted it, thanked him, and then reached into his pocket, took out a capsule, and opened it.

The fine white powder was poured into a porcelain bowl, and then a little warm water was added before handing it to Guo Huai.

"The head of the Guo family can feed it to him."

"Thank you sir."

Guo Huai took it and fed it to Guo Tang in a few bites.

Then Zhang Xian took the porcelain bowl again, added some warm water, reached into his robe and took out a small porcelain bottle, pouring some pink syrup into the bowl.

"Feed again."

Guo Huai obeyed.

After everything was done, Zhang Xian was overjoyed as he packed up the small porcelain bottle and capsule shells.

[Targeted treatment: Medical experience +10]

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