A thousand-year-old family begins with one fighting against ten thousand.

"Knock knock knock".

At the residence of Marquis Anshou in Chang'an, a burly man in his thirties or forties, carrying a pale-faced young man on his back, knocked on the gate.

"Squeak."

The side gate of the mansion opened, and a servant walked out.

The servant looked the long-armed man up and down. His arms were extremely thick, and his hands were covered in calluses. Although his eyes were tired, they were still bright. The servant felt a stinging sensation as the man looked at him.

A top-notch marksman!

This servant was a veteran of the Wei family army who was assigned to serve as a guard for Marquis Anshou after retiring from the military.

He then looked at the pale-faced young man behind him, who bore a striking resemblance to the burly man, and must be the burly man's son.

They must have come seeking medical treatment.

Huang Zhong easily discerned that this servant was an old soldier. "Please inform Marquis Anshou that Huang Zhong from Nanyang has come to request medicine!"

Wang Gang shook his head. "The Marquis left Chang'an several days ago to travel around practicing medicine, and his whereabouts are uncertain."

"Now only the young master is in the manor, I'm afraid I'll have to disappoint you."

Huang Zhong's hope was extinguished. He had finally managed to find out when Marquis Anshou would be going to Chang'an to treat His Majesty, but he was still too late despite rushing.

"Squeak."

The gates of the mansion were opened, and Wei Xue came out. He was preparing to go to Cao Cao's mansion to discuss the matter of Donglai.

As soon as I opened the door, I saw Huang Zhong standing in front of me.

As a descendant of the Wei family, what Wang Gang could see, he could naturally see as well.

Cao Cao doesn't have many generals under his command right now, and he's struggling to find a way to recruit more.

The Xiahou brothers could each lead infantry and cavalry, but they lacked a good archer general.

Now that someone has actually delivered themselves to their doorstep, he and Cao Cao are indeed very lucky.

"Bring it to my residence so I can take a look."

Wei Xue stepped aside, making way for the doorway.

"Yes, young master."

Wang Gang's words revealed to Huang Zhong the identity of the person before him: the young marquis of Anshou Marquis's mansion.

"Thank you, young marquis."

Huang Zhong dodged Wang Gang's attempt to help and, carrying his son on his back, walked towards the side door.

He was merely a military officer in Nanyang and had no right to enter through the main gate of the Marquis of Anshou's residence.

Huang Zhong had only taken two steps when he felt a pulling force on his arm.

He could break free from this pulling force with just a little effort, but the source of this force made him afraid to break free.

"Let's go through the main entrance, it's fine."

Wei Xue led Huang Zhong through the main entrance and into a guest room, where they placed the patient on the bed.

Wei Xue sat down by the bed, pried open Huang Xu's eyelids, and looked into his eyes.

Then I looked at Huang Xu's tongue again, and it was almost impossible to see any bright red color anymore.

The lips were also bluish-purple, and like the tongue, no red color could be seen.

Wei Xue tested his breathing again; it was extremely weak, the breathing of a twelve or thirteen-year-old boy was like that of a three-year-old child.

With a solemn expression, Wei Xue placed his hand on Huang Xu's chest, feeling the almost inaudible heartbeat.

Finally, he placed his hand on Huang Xu's pulse. The pulse was also extremely weak. Even with his medical skills, he needed to take the pulses of both hands at the same time to better confirm the condition.

As Wei Xue lowered Huang Xu's hand and tucked it into the blanket, he couldn't help but marvel at how miraculous it was that this child had survived until now.

He turned his head and saw Huang Zhong. "Haven't you asked the brave warrior's name yet?"

"This humble citizen is Huang Zhong from Nanyang, Huang Hansheng. The person in the sickbed is my son, Huang Xu."

"May I ask, young marquis, is there any hope for my son?"

Wei Xue shook his head and then nodded.

"Your son's condition should not have lasted until now. You are from Nanyang, so it must have been Zhang Zhongjing who took his pulse and prescribed some medicine, which is why your son has been able to hold on until now."

"That's right, that's right. Prefect Zhang treated my son when he was young and prescribed him a medicine."

"But now the effect of that prescription is getting weaker and weaker, so I went north to seek medical treatment."

Huang Zhong nodded repeatedly, "As expected of the heir to the Marquis of Anshou's mansion, his medical skills are indeed superb."

"Your son has congenital heart disease; his heart is deformed since birth."

"If you want a complete cure, there is only one way: to open up the abdomen and forcibly correct the heart."

"But the risks of doing this are extremely high, and no one is confident that the surgery will be successful."

"The risk of death is extremely high; it is not recommended to do this."

Veins bulged on Huang Zhong's face. If he hadn't confirmed that he was in the Marquis of Anshou's residence and that the person in front of him was the young marquis, and if he hadn't confirmed that the lesion was the same as the one Zhang Zhongjing had described, then he would have been convinced that the doctor's skills were truly remarkable.

He even wanted to draw his broadsword and slash at it.

They actually wanted to cut open his son's stomach and operate on his heart!

Is this a medical visit or a murder?!

"If cutting him open is out of the question, are there any other methods?"

"The herbal medicine, acupuncture, and medicinal baths are used to forcibly increase the heart's power so that even with his deformity, he can still meet the body's normal needs."

"This method only treats the symptoms, not the root cause. Your son is estimated to live only to be in his early 30s, and his constitution is weak, even worse than that of an average person."

Wei Xue picked up a pen and paper, wrote a prescription for Huang Xu, and handed it to Huang Zhong.

"However, the medicinal materials in the prescription are extremely precious. One thousand-year-old ginseng is needed every year, as well as other rare and precious herbs, which are priceless."

Huang Zhong looked at the prescription in front of him, and his hand, which had held a 10-stone longbow without trembling at all, began to tremble uncontrollably.

The highest position he ever held was a military officer in a prefecture. His annual salary wasn't even enough to buy one of the main medicines for that prefecture, and he couldn't even find a way to purchase it.

Not to mention that Huang Xu needs to take it year-round; even if you sold his whole family, they wouldn't be worth that price.

Huang Zhong immediately knelt down on the ground, pleading, "Please, young lord, save my son! I, Huang Zhong, am willing to serve you as a slave and even die ten thousand times to repay your kindness."

Wei Xue hurriedly tried to help Huang Zhong up, but he was too weak to lift him.

"I agree."

Although Wei Xue's martial arts skills are not comparable to those of those freaks, he still has the blood of the Wei family and can be considered a strongman in the eyes of ordinary people.

But he couldn't even lift Huang Zhong up; he truly is a fierce general.

A thousand troops are easy to get, but a general is hard to find.

However, while each of these medicinal herbs was a priceless treasure to Huang Zhong, they were merely ordinary things to him, of no great value.

Their family is the largest medicinal herb merchant and the largest medical clinic in the country.

"Uncle Gang, go to the storeroom and get the medicine. Have someone brew it and send it over."

Wei Xue said to Wang Gang.

"promise."

Although I don't quite understand why the young master values ​​this man so much, I'm sure he has his reasons.

He only needs to follow orders.

"I have some things to take care of, so I'll be leaving now. Hansheng, you can stay here and drive the Huangxu."

Huang Zhong looked at his son with reluctance, shook his head, and said firmly, "I will go with you."

"No need for that, I'm just visiting a friend."

Wei Xue said with a smile.

Huang Zhong said nothing, but stood firmly behind Wei Xue.

Left with no other choice, Wei Xue had to bring Huang Zhong with him to Cao Cao's residence.