In Chenliu Commandery, Yan Province, at the Cai Estate.
Currently, out of the sixty-odd soldiers in the Dragon Valor Camp suffering from typhoid, more than forty have been cured thanks to Lu Yu's oral instructions and the prescription of the medical officers and their disciples.
It must be said that these forty-plus individuals were all in the early stages of the illness. With the right diagnosis and treatment, the effects were swift, with them showing no signs of illness within half a day!
However… there were still over a dozen who remained in critical condition, some even unable to walk or speak.
Let alone Lu Yu, even the other medical officers couldn't accurately diagnose the specific symptoms of these patients. Or rather… many symptoms appeared that were not present in the *Treatise on Cold Damage and Miscellaneous Diseases*, or several symptoms were occurring simultaneously!
In such a situation, even Lu Yu didn't know which section of the book corresponded to their ailments.
As for the medical officers beside him, or rather these "senior disciples"…
They had no research on typhoid. For mild cases, they could perhaps still treat them based on the insightful judgments in the *Treatise on Cold Damage and Miscellaneous Diseases*, but when facing severe cases, they were completely lost and couldn't offer much help.
Now, these ten-odd patients had all been brought to the Cai Estate in Chenliu Commandery. The Cai Estate had a spacious courtyard and many rooms… most importantly, it was much warmer than the Dragon Valor Camp barracks…
They could only observe for now and attempt to use medicine!
“Master… even you cannot personally intervene?”
Many physicians discovered a problem: their master, Lu Yu…
He only ever spoke, of course, not that it was bad. On the contrary… it was natural for him to speak and have his disciples diagnose and treat.
After all, a more skilled physician would certainly have assistants. The master would be responsible for observation, listening, questioning, and diagnosis, and prescribing medicine. Naturally, it would be the disciples’ duty to fetch the herbs, boil them, decoct them, and even administer the treatment…
But the situation was a little different…
These critically ill patients were beyond the disciples' capabilities, and their master wasn't planning to demonstrate his skills?
With this question in mind, all the physicians widened their eyes and looked at Lu Yu with great anticipation.
Uh… this…
Lu Yu had anticipated this question earlier. It wasn’t that he was being mysterious, nor was he trying to act cool and refuse to act, but rather… he knew nothing!
If he intervened, he would expose himself as a complete novice in medicine.
“Ahem…”
With a light cough, Lu Yu turned to the eight or nine disciples behind him… “Ahem, since you have accepted me as your master, then… as your master, I shall hide nothing from you. My master, who is your grandmaster, ah, no… to be precise, it should be your grand-mistress…”
Lu Yu felt like he was running out of excuses.
In one sentence, he felt there were flaws everywhere.
“My grand-mistress was a skilled physician, but she lived in seclusion her entire life. Her medical skills have always been passed down to women, not men. But my grand-mistress liked me so much that she couldn’t help but pass her medical skills to me. However, before she died, she held my hand and told me earnestly that she was passing her skills to me so that I could cure myself, and that I must never violate the rule of passing skills to women, not men. For this, I swore to her that I would never personally treat anyone in this life, only then could she rest in peace!”
“This is why, over the past ten years, I have never personally treated anyone. But… I have thought it through. A physician’s duty is benevolence. If one can save people but does not, what is the use of these medical skills? However, a master’s command cannot be defied… Therefore, I say that you treat them. This way, it will not be considered disobeying my grand-mistress, and it will also fulfill the duty of ‘physician’s benevolence’!”
“Ahem… Of course, since you have accepted me as your master, you must always remember the words ‘physician’s benevolence’ and constantly remind yourselves to be noble people, pure people, people detached from vulgar interests!”
It was difficult for Lu Yu to fabricate such a melodramatic, so very melodramatic… and even more so, a grand-mistress story…
There were many flaws. If this were in a novel, he would be criticized relentlessly by trolls.
However…
Actually, none of this was important. Even in the eyes of these medical officers…
The master’s story matched his medical skills. Which divine physician doesn't have a story?
Seeing their absolutely convinced gazes, Lu Yu felt a sense of daze.
Indeed, in any field, as long as you are formidable, even if you pass gas, everyone will find it reasonable!
This was also why, before his transmigration, Lu Yu had written in an essay – “In front of my house are two trees, one is a jujube tree, and the other is also a jujube tree!”
The Chinese teacher had flown into a rage, saying Lu Yu had written gibberish!
But when reading Lu Xun’s work *Autumn Leaves*, there was a similar sentence. The Chinese teacher would explain…
Saying this writing style was very impressive. Lu Xun’s reason for introducing the two jujube trees separately was…
Because the repetition of the same thing created a more monotonous and desolate atmosphere, an atmosphere that “There are two jujube trees in front of my house” could not achieve!
Uh…
At that time, Lu Yu only felt like swearing.
But today, because he had cured over forty typhoid patients…
Lu Yu had undoubtedly become a medical authority on curing typhoid. Even if he said his master was Bian Que, or even that he himself was a reincarnation of Shennong… people would believe him!
Whoever is formidable is the authority, and they hold the power of discourse in that field!
Indeed…
As Lu Yu’s voice fell, all his disciples bowed their heads in shame…
“It is all our fault, disciples, for failing to comprehend Master’s medical texts and to cure more typhoid patients… We are ashamed, deeply ashamed!”
“It is not your fault.” Lu Yu waved his hand slightly…
Of course, he was thinking to himself, you are truly incompetent. This morning alone, Lu Yu had almost memorized the entire *Treatise on Cold Damage and Miscellaneous Diseases*, yet these "stupid" disciples couldn’t grasp it, and there were many parts they couldn’t understand!
In this way, although… it could curb the development of typhoid to a certain extent, it could not fundamentally resolve it completely.
Alas…
Lu Yu sighed in his heart. His theoretical knowledge was too advanced, but the medical standards couldn’t keep up!
Just then…
“Brother Yu…” As if hearing Lu Yu’s voice, Cai Zhaoji pushed open the door… Seeing Lu Yu dressed somewhat thinly, she hurried… back into the room to get another jacket.
She quickly walked back to Lu Yu and put it on him.
“Didn’t you put on a jacket this morning? Why don’t you have it on now? Are you cold…”
Uh…
Lu Yu wanted to say, I’m hot…
He had recited the *Treatise on Cold Damage and Miscellaneous Diseases* several times this morning…
He felt sweat breaking out all over him, for recalling something could also be a sweaty affair.
“I’m not cold… but Sister Zhaoji, you should hurry back inside. Don’t catch a cold. Typhoid is raging throughout Yan Province right now!”
Lu Yu replied and was about to return to the patients.
“Brother Yu…” Cai Zhaoji grabbed Lu Yu’s arm. “In half a day, you cured more than forty typhoid soldiers. The news has already spread throughout Chenliu Commandery… Many patients are waiting outside our estate, begging you to save their lives?”
Hmm…
Lu Yu was slightly taken aback.
No wonder the area in front of the estate had suddenly become noisy. Two hours ago, when he returned to the estate, there was no one in front of it.
The news spread so quickly!
Hoo…
With a soft sigh, Lu Yu was about to speak, but Cai Zhaoji’s words preempted him. “The people now compare you to Shennong reborn, and they even place your name alongside the divine physician Hua Tuo and the medical sage Zhang Zhongjing… Younger brother, if you can save them, then… then save them! Sister… what can Sister do to help you?”
As she spoke, Cai Zhaoji stumbled slightly before continuing, “What can Sister do to help you?”
Although she knew that she, lacking medical skills, might not be able to help Brother Yu much… driven by good intentions and a kind heart, Cai Zhaoji desperately wanted to help these unfortunate people.
Of course, Cai Zhaoji also had doubts? When did Brother Yu start understanding medicine?
But the rumors in the market were very strong. The Dragon Valor Camp soldiers were being transferred to the estate, and various signs indicated that Brother Yu truly understood medicine, and… he was the only one who could cure this fatal typhoid.
…
Actually… Lu Yu also wanted to help the people waiting in front of the estate.
Since he had joined Cao Cao’s forces, his goal was naturally to help Old Cao conquer this world…
In that case, the people of the entire Yan Province, including the four commanderies of Xu Province, were his subjects…
To put it bluntly, they paid taxes, and with every death, the tax revenue decreased. Neither Old Cao nor Lu Yu wanted to see this.
But… the key problem was that he and these “unworthy” disciples couldn’t cure the severe cases of typhoid!
This…
Wait, suddenly, Lu Yu’s eyes fixed on a person mentioned in Sister Zhaoji’s words.
If he were here, the theories of the *Treatise on Cold Damage and Miscellaneous Diseases* combined with his experience, let alone severe cases, Lu Yu estimated… he could even pull people back from the gates of hell!
His name was too formidable!
At least in Lu Yu’s opinion, he represented the pinnacle of medical skills in the field of epidemics of this era.
His name was!
Before his transmigration… downstairs from Lu Yu’s home, there was a "Zhang Zhongjing Pharmacy"!
The medicine sold was comprehensive, but there was only one word – expensive!
And Zhang Zhongjing… as Sister Zhaoji said, he was the medical sage of this era.
Strictly speaking, the *Treatise on Cold Damage and Miscellaneous Diseases* was written by him more than ten years later. Since he could write such a comprehensive work, how could he not have studied typhoid in these years?
If he had a copy of the *Treatise on Cold Damage and Miscellaneous Diseases*, combining theory with practice… Lu Yu had no doubt… that the most fatal typhoid of this era could be completely resolved!
The more he thought in this direction…
The more feasible and promising Lu Yu felt it was.
Immediately, Lu Yu turned around and instructed Dian Wei, “Open the main gate and clear out the front hall…”
“Yes!” Dian Wei, being from a humble background, naturally understood what Lu Yu was planning to do.
Lu Yu then turned to the medical officers again, “Today, we have treated over forty cases. You should have learned something. Thus… try treating the people of Chenliu Commandery in the front hall… at the very least, allow the mildly ill patients to recover!”
“We obey the master’s command!” The medical officers clasped their hands…
Then, they followed Dian Wei to the front hall. They had studied all day and wanted to try it themselves!
“Brother Yu? Then… what about Sister?” Cai Zhaoji looked at Lu Yu with great earnestness.
She desperately wanted to do something within her power.
Hoo…
Lu Yu sighed softly, then grabbed Sister Zhaoji’s delicate hand and headed towards the bedroom… no… towards the study!
As they walked, he explained.
“Sister Zhaoji, when we reach the study, I will recite, and you will write…”
Hmm…
Cai Zhaoji was slightly taken aback. She wondered if Brother Yu… was attempting to write down the method for treating typhoid?
That would be good…
It would allow more physicians to participate. Brother Yu was very thoughtful!
Of course, Cai Zhaoji thought so…
But that didn’t mean Lu Yu thought so. Even if he could write it, it would be useless if these physicians couldn’t understand it.
It would be better to use this as bait… to lure Zhang Zhongjing.
The effect of a medical sage was far greater than that of a thousand physicians…
Half of the *Treatise on Cold Damage and Miscellaneous Diseases*… Lu Yu didn’t believe that Zhang Zhongjing wouldn’t rush to Yan Province!
Regarding the psychology of this medical sage, Lu Yu was now… in control!
…
When Cao Cao and Xiahou Dun arrived at the Cai Estate gate.
They saw an endless stream of people…
Even, to maintain order, the Dragon Valor Camp had specially deployed quite a few soldiers…
However, although there were many people, they were orderly, all queuing up… and the queues kept getting longer. Among every few people in the queue, there were always some who appeared to be suffering from typhoid.
Of course… there were also some more severely ill patients… who were carried or brought over.
The Dragon Valor Camp had already issued them numbered wooden tokens, asking the patients with numbers to go home first. The queues here were too long, and the weather was cold, so they could come back later, and it would be the same.
But… no one left.
After all, Lu Gongcao could cure typhoid…
For these patients, this news was worth waiting three days and three nights for!
Cold… it was indeed very cold here, but there was hope, and where there was hope, there was light!
Moreover… these patients were already in this state. It was a terminal illness that couldn’t be cured. At most… they would die, right? What was there to fear about waiting a little longer?
More and more people arrived, and the queues grew longer, but under the maintenance of order by the Dragon Valor Camp, it was all very orderly.
“When did Lu Gongcao’s residence become a medical clinic?” Cao Cao raised his eyebrows… looking a bit confused.
Xiahou Dun scratched his head, he didn’t know either…
“In any case, let’s find my second brother and we’ll know!”
With that said… the two dismounted and walked straight into the estate…
“Nephew Cao Xiu pays his respects to… Uncle Cao and Uncle Xiahou!”
Cao Xiu immediately saw Cao Cao and Xiahou Dun and quickly walked up to them to bow.
“Where is my second brother?” Xiahou Dun immediately asked…
“With Miss Zhaoji in… in the study…” Cao Xiu replied truthfully.
“Quickly take us to see him.” Xiahou Dun commanded…
This…
Cao Xiu hesitated for a moment, his footsteps unmoving.
What was going on?
Xiahou Dun quickly exclaimed, “Isn’t my second brother in the study with Miss Cai Yan? Not in the bedroom? Why are you hesitating?”
Because he was worried about Xi Zhicai’s typhoid, Xiahou Dun’s tone was very anxious, and he wasn’t polite at all.
Cao Xiu remained silent, or rather, he didn’t know how to explain.
“Speak if you have something to say!” Cao Cao frowned, “As a general of the Dragon Valor Camp, what are you being so hesitant about?”
At this, Cao Xiu was slightly taken aback, and then he spoke, but… before speaking, he put up his hand to block Cao Cao and Xiahou Dun.
“Young Master Lu ordered that he will not see anyone!”
What…
Xiahou Dun was stunned when this came out. He wouldn’t see anyone, including himself? He was Lu Yu’s sworn brother!
“Wenlie, are you not awake today? Second brother isn’t seeing anyone! That’s what he tells outsiders, not me! Stop dawdling and lead the way!”
Xiahou Dun’s temper was getting a bit high.
Unexpectedly, Cao Xiu remained unmoving. “Young Master Lu said he is doing something important and will not see even Duke Cao!”
Uh…
Cao Cao felt like he had been stabbed in the heart. He, Cao Cao, wouldn’t be seen? What was so important?
He originally planned to barge in… If Cao Cao wanted to barge in, could anyone stop him?
But… before he could even consider barging in, he suddenly heard a few medical officers nearby talking, and in front of these medical officers sat a patient suffering from typhoid.
Suddenly, Cao Cao’s interest was piqued… he deliberately paid attention to their conversation.
— “Master Lu mentioned this morning that the pulse is weak and feeble, feeble when at the guan, weak when at the dian, faint when upwards,涩 when downwards, faint means deficiency of yang!”
— “Exactly, Master Lu said that the symptoms of yang deficiency in typhoid are severe coughing, frequent spitting of phlegm, dry throat, inability to urinate, and a feeling of hunger in the stomach… restlessness! In such cases, absolutely do not use methods that induce sweating… use calcined deer horn, *guji*, and leek seeds, simmered over low heat, and three doses will show initial results!”
— “Good, then we will dispense the herbs according to this prescription. This morning… a patient in the Dragon Valor Camp had similar symptoms, and Young Master Lu arranged it just like this… his typhoid has already subsided by more than half!”
— “Master Lu received instruction from his grand-mistress and has miraculous hands. What he says is naturally correct! We will not be wrong to follow his prescription!”
As they spoke…
These medical officers began to dispense the herbs, and naturally, there were apprentices responsible for decocting them… the entire process was orderly!
Hiss…
Cao Cao felt a bit dazed.
What was going on?
Were these medical officers treating typhoid? The key was… they were so calm and collected, as if they had it all figured out. Coupled with the long queues here.
A bold idea emerged in Cao Cao’s mind, could it be… that this Cai Estate could cure typhoid?
Wait…
Cao Cao suddenly thought of something else. Master Lu? Lu… Lu… Master Lu?
How many people surnamed Lu were there in this Cai Estate?
No… it was just Er’er!
Master… he… he became a master? As Yuan Rang said… could it be that he truly understood medicine? And… was he leading a group of disciples to cure the people of typhoid?
Just as he thought of this…
With a “pat…”, not far from Cao Cao, a patient walked out from the main hall and knelt down… knelt down perfectly straight.
Several medical officers quickly went to help him up…
But the patient remained kneeling.
The medical officers felt a bit embarrassed and said, “The one who cured your typhoid is our master, the military advisor, Young Master Lu. Master is like a savior of the world, so it is only right for you to kneel to him, but… but you absolutely cannot kneel to us! How can we bear it?”
This…
Cao Cao gasped.
The shock from before had not subsided, and now… new shock flooded his mind again.
From their words, did this… patient recover?
Then… the supposedly incurable typhoid could… could actually be cured?
At this moment, Cao Cao felt like everything around him went silent. His pupils contracted sharply, as if he had seen a ghost. He was dumbfounded, and after a long while, he stammered:
“Typhoid… can it really… can it really be cured?”
“Then… Zhicai… Zhicai… can he be saved?”
In an instant, a warm current flowed into Cao Cao’s heart, melting the coldness in his heart.
What people feared most was not death, but the absence of hope.
When hope truly appeared, even if the surroundings were pitch black, the heart would carry light, immense light!
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