A group of guards carried Yuan Yao back to Yuan's Mansion, and met Yuan Shu in a hurry at the door of the mansion.
"What's wrong with my son?" Yuan Shu didn't believe the attendant's report at first. It wasn't until he saw Yuan Yao, who was so black that his face was almost unrecognizable, that he believed that his son had really been struck by lightning in the street.
"Young master was struck unconscious by thunder, but he still has breath!" the chief attendant answered truthfully.
"Vacate the courtyard!" Yuan Shu couldn't stop trembling. Even though he was a well-informed prince, he never thought that such a thing would happen.
Everyone hurriedly cleared a large open space and put Yuan Yaoping down slowly.
"Where are the medical officers? Where have all the medical officers in the palace died?" Yuan Shu shouted angrily.
There were hundreds of people in the huge Yangzhou Mufu, and there were about a dozen medical officers. At this time, they were all trembling beside Yuan Shu and did not dare to say anything.
The chief medical officer Ling had to take a step forward, knelt on the ground and said: "We have been practicing medicine for decades. We have diagnosed and treated all kinds of difficult diseases of men, women, old and young, but... but we have never treated lightning strike disease. Even if It’s true, but it’s also unheard of…”
"What's the use of raising you? Each of you is given ten stones of corn per month. If something happens to my son, no one will be able to cure him?"
The medical officer ordered him to bite the bullet and said: "This is not a human disease, it is a destiny of destiny. Even if the miracle doctor Bian Que is alive, I am afraid that the young master's disease will not be cured. Please forgive us for not knowing the destiny of the Lord!"
Destiny?
These words reminded Yuan Shu of something, and he immediately said to an armored guard beside him: "Bring me the Hanoi Warlock and see if you can save my son's life!"
Yao Yuan lay on the ground and couldn't help cursing in his heart: These useless doctors, I can't understand you because you don't know how to perform cardiac resuscitation and artificial respiration, but at least you come closer and feel my pulse, feel my breath and so on?
Are you going to give up treatment directly?
And you, the father who cheated his son, I will most likely have suffered this thunder for you!
If you don't ask a contemporary miracle doctor to save me, why don't you ask a fortune-telling warlock to come over? Do you want to prepare my funeral in advance?
Am I bound to die after all? Yao Yuan couldn't help but recall the scene when he accidentally fell from the building during his lifetime.
If God can give me a chance to be reborn, I vow to cherish this life.
Even if I can only live as the playboy Yuan Yao, even if my own father is Yuan Shu, the number one brainiac in the Three Kingdoms, as long as I can live my life again!
"Who said that Bian Que would never be able to save himself while he was still alive?" At this time, a powerful voice came over.
Everyone looked around and saw that it was an ordinary assistant standing in the crowd and saying:
"When you see people who are dying, you don't even do what the ancestor taught you to look, hear, ask, and ask! You are known as a famous doctor on weekdays, but now you don't even want to give up your heart as a doctor!"
"This is against the ethics of a doctor, and you still dare to call the ancestor's name?"
As soon as he saw this person, a medical officer next to Medical Officer Ling immediately scolded: "Zhang Ji, what are you doing with your sarcastic words? Mr. Medical Officer Ling just refused you to join the medical department as a medical officer, so why should you?" Take this opportunity to add insult to injury?"
"Yes, why do you say that we don't have the virtues of doctors? You are really capable, then come and save Mr. Yuan!"
Zhang Ji ignored the medical officers of the Yuan Mansion, pushed aside the crowd of onlookers, walked quickly to Yuan Yao, leaned down and held down Yuan Yao's right hand.
Zhang Ji? Zhang Zhongjing?
Yao Yuan did not expect that the famous medical sage would be under Yuan Shu's hands at this time, and his hope of survival suddenly ignited.
"Please sir, try your best to save him."
Yuan Shu saw that it was Zhang Ji, a petty official who had been following him since Nanyang. He had also heard that he had some medical knowledge, so he said with a glimmer of hope.
Zhang Ji took his pulse and said to Yuan Shu: "Please Ming Gong evacuate the crowd, and then send two people to hold fans and lightly slap your son."
Yuan Shu waved his sleeves, and the guards began to evacuate everyone in the Yuan Mansion.
The medical officer of the Yuan Mansion objected: "Young Master only has one breath left. How can you let people fan you again? What should you do if your last breath is blown away?"
At this time, Yao Yuan was ready to kill Ling, the medical officer of Yuan Mansion.
Are you afraid that I won't die, right? It's hard to find a knowledgeable person who knows how to evacuate the open space to allow air circulation to keep me breathing normally. Why are you talking so much when you can't help me?
Upon hearing this, Yuan Shu also looked at Zhang Ji with some suspicion.
Zhang Ji didn't even look at the medical officer's order: "Ignorance!"
"Please trust me clearly!"
Yuan Shu was not completely confused. At this time, Zhang Ji was at least trying to save people.
These medical officers are usually very good with their mouths, but now none of them dare to rescue them.
"Didn't you hear that? Go get the palm fan!"
At this time, Zhang Ji felt that Yuan Yao's pulse was very weak, and he was secretly surprised. He quickly untied Yuan Yao's clothes and opened Yuan Yao's mouth.
Then, just like cardiopulmonary resuscitation in later generations, Yuan Yao's chest was pressed. But the step of artificial respiration is missing, and the step of pricking the body with silver needles is added.
Following Zhang Ji's movements, Yao Yuan's consciousness became clearer and clearer.
It wasn't until half a quarter of an hour later that everyone saw Yuan Yao's chest resumed its ups and downs, that they all breathed a sigh of relief.
Yuan Shu was overjoyed when he saw this: "If you can save my son, I am willing to give you a thousand gold coins!"
On the other side, the medical officers of the Yuan Mansion were staring at Zhang Ji nervously, their jealousy palpable.
Zhang Ji secretly breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Yuan Yao had returned to normal breathing and his pulse gradually became more active.
But at this time, Yao Yuan still couldn't open his eyes and was completely unconscious.
"Bring water and towels! There are several basins of hot and cold water! Get more towels too!"
The servants hurriedly prepared hot and cold water and towels according to Zhang Ji's request. Zhang Ji first moistened the towel with hot water, and then applied hot compresses to Yuan Yao's face, neck and body.
Yao Yuan didn't feel anything at all.
"Lend me a silver needle!" Zhang Ji said to the medical officer.
Yuan Shu glared at the man, and only after the medical officer ordered did he take off a cloth bag from his body. Zhang Ji took it, sterilized the silver needle, and asked the two maids to remove all the towels that had been applied to Yuan Yao's body.
Then, with lightning speed, more than ten silver needles were inserted into various acupuncture points.
While everyone was still dazzled by Zhang Ji's hand speed, Zhang Ji had already picked up a basin of cold water freshly drawn from the well and poured it towards Yuan Yao.
"Is this saving people? Zhang Ji, you are so audacious!" The medical officers of the Yuan Mansion scolded one after another.
A bone-chilling feeling instantly filled Yuan Yao's body, and then Yao Yuan felt that his whole body was filled with heartbreaking pain.
"It hurts, it hurts... I'm so cold!" Yao Yuan, also known as Yuan Yao, suddenly jumped up on the spot and jumped as high as he could.
Zhang Ji turned to face Yuan Shu: "Young master is alive!"
But to the medical officers of the Yuan Mansion beside Yuan Shu, Zhang Ji seemed to have a mocking look on his face.
…
After rescuing Yuan Yao, Yuan Shu ordered people to help Yuan Yao back to the room first. Just as he was about to greet his son, a group of people rushed towards him before he could open his mouth.
"My Lord, Sun Ce, the captain of Huaiyi School, said that he has important matters to meet with Lord Chen. Please come to the main hall to see him."
"No, no, no, I won't see anyone today!"
"Such a life-threatening thing happened today. How can I be in the mood to listen to what he has to say about important matters? It's just another complaint to me!"
Seeing the sullen expression on Yuan Shu's face, the informant hesitated again and again and said: "Colonel Sun has something to say. This time he wants to dedicate one of his late father's belongings to the lord!"
Yuan Shu was about to angrily scold this blind disciple, but suddenly he seemed to remember something, and his expression changed drastically.
"That's what he said?"
"Is there any relic of his late father Sun Jian that you want to dedicate to me?"
"Exactly!"
Yuan Shu thought to himself. Sure enough, my guess was correct. The rumors are true. The Han Dynasty's imperial seal was indeed obtained by Sun Jian who entered Luoyang first.
Sun Jian is good at acting, but it was in vain that I promoted him so highly in the past. Every time I asked him, he still swore to me that if he took the Jade Seal of the Kingdom, he would die without a burial place, hum! Well done to this death oath!
Yuan Shu looked at Yuan Yao, who was lying on the bed and was still being treated by Zhang Ji. After thinking about it for a while, he turned around and said, "Does anyone outside know about this?"
"Captain Sun only told the villain about this matter. I want the villain to bring this message to the lord!"
"Let's see what Sun Ce is going to do!"
…
In the room, Yuan Yao stared at Zhang Ji.
At this time, Yao Yuan has already accepted the fact that he has traveled through time as Yuan Yao.
He just made an oath in his heart! As long as he can survive, he will accept Yuan Yao's identity.
Thinking that Yuan Yao was struck by lightning and died, Yao Yuan did not dare to joke about it.
Zhang Ji was so shocked by the sight: "Master, you have been staring at me for a quarter of an hour."
"If the young master has a grudge and pricked the young master's more than ten painful acupuncture points with silver needles and poured cold water on them, you might as well say so clearly!"
"You are Zhang Zhongjing!" Yuan Yao said in a serious voice.
Zhang Ji was startled by Yuan Yao's tone: "I am just a minor official under Mr. Yuan's account. Do you recognize me?"
But I was wondering in my heart: Could it be that he really holds a grudge?
Zhang Zhongjing, Zhang Zhongjing, you honestly submitted your resignation to the clerk today, and you can go back to your hometown with your wife and children tomorrow, why do you need to wade through this muddy water?
Although doctors are kind-hearted, Yuan Shu and his medical officer order did not give him the opportunity to become a medical officer because of his background.
What's more, Yuan Yao, the little demon king, is not someone who must be saved.
Yuan Yao was extremely excited: "Please follow me!"
In ancient times when medical conditions were extremely limited, if there was a medical saint by your side, why worry about not being able to live long?
Zhang Ji breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that Yuan Yao was not the unreasonable person who repaid kindness with hatred as rumored!
But he still declined politely: "I have passed my forties and have no intention of pursuing an official career. I just happened to save the young master today, and I did not intend to be a high official or a rich person."
"I know this!"
"Sir's ambition is to study medical science and help the world! It is not about fame and fortune and promotion in the official career."
"Therefore, I am willing to support your career, help you collect prescriptions, summarize medical skills, write medical books, and help the world!"
Zhang Ji's face was full of shock. He had never thought that Yuan Yao, who usually only knew how to eat, drink and have fun, could actually express his heart's desires.
"How does the young master know the ambition in my heart?"
Yuan Yaoxin thought: These first-grade history textbooks are all there, and everyone who has received nine-year compulsory education knows about them.
But in order to get a handle on Zhang Zhongjing, Yuan Yao decided to give full play to his professional knowledge and expertise as an outstanding history graduate.
"Sir, he comes from a family of officials. It is very rare for him to be indifferent to fame and focus on medicine."
"But as the main branch of the clan, sir, he has inherited the family line and is responsible for the rise and fall of the clan. It is difficult to balance these two facts, which must make him very conflicted!"
Zhang Ji looked at Yuan Yao like a weirdo.
If Zhang Ji looked at a patient like an X-ray machine that could see all the internal organs of a person clearly, then Yuan Yao looked at Zhang Ji as if he knew all the worries in his heart and mind.
"But as long as your husband is willing to follow me from now on, I can make him achieve the best of both worlds!"
"With my name as the Fourth and Third Duke of the Yuan family in Runan, it is only a matter of a few steps to raise the Zhang family in Nanyang into a famous family."
"More importantly, I respect your husband's ambition to help the world! I am willing to do my best to facilitate his study of medicine and writing books!"
"The price you have to pay, sir, is to follow me from now on. And this is not a bad thing. In troubled times, people's lives are like nothing. If you follow me, you may have more opportunities to save the world!"
Yuan Yao was like a bad guy seducing children with candy, offering Zhang Zhongjing an olive branch that he couldn't refuse.
