At the end of the Sui Dynasty, Emperor Yang was in a mess, and the world was in chaos. Rebellion in various places broke out everywhere, beacons everywhere. After the war, the Tang Dynasty was established and the land of China became peaceful again.

Spring goes and autumn comes, flowers bloom and fall. Emperor Li Shimin has been in the world for twenty years. The Zhenguan rule is coming to an end. The heroes wearing armor and holding sharp swords are already old, but the Tang Empire shows vitality. The imperial capital has endless prosperity and countless winds.

If you want to talk about prosperity, let alone Chang'an, Xuzhou, northern Jiangsu. Xuzhou was called Pengcheng in ancient times, and was one of the nine states in China. It is located in a key position. It is known as the key to the north and the gateway to the south. It is also said that the emperor of the nine dynasties is Xuzhou. It is densely populated and merchants gathered.

Five miles outside Xuzhou city, there is a small village called Wuli Village. It is said that this village was originally called Wangjia Village, with the most Wang surnames in the village. However, during the Sui Dynasty, Emperor Yang launched a great expedition to Goguryeo, Xuzhou has produced heroes since ancient times, and the country has raised troops. How could men in the city not join the army? When the army traveled, the family reluctantly gave them away, and sent them again and again, and went straight to five miles away. They had to part outside Wangjia Village. So Wangjia Village was called Wuli Village by the people of Xuzhou. As they shouted, it became the official name.

There are 100 families in Wuli Village. Except for one family, the rest are all tenants who farm for this family. This family is Wang, the head of the family, Wang Youcai, married Yang, and had son Wang Ping'an. The family has hundreds of hectares of fertile land. Although they are not considered the top rich man in Xuzhou, they can definitely rank in the top ten.

Wang Youcai only got a son after 40 years old, named Ping'an. He is now sixteen years old. The Wang family has always regarded him as a treasure of his heart and soul. However, from birth to growth, this year, he has been in poor health and becomes sick at any time. The weather is changing rapidly this year. The child has dysentery. He has seen many doctors and took a lot of medicine, but it is not good, and his body becomes weaker and weaker, and he looks like he can't do it.

Wang Youcai and Yang were so anxious that their mouths were bubbling, and Yang cried three times a day, seeking death. They were both in their fifties and sixty years old, and it was impossible to have another child. Once their son died, the Wang family would be defeated. How could it be that it would be better if they were not sad?

The front yard of the Wang House has been noisy these days, but the back yard is very quiet. In the garden, there is a huge study room next to the pond. In the study room is a thin boy and an old woman in her fifties sits beside the bed.

In the hazy state, Wang Ping'an gradually became clear. Before his eyes were opened, he smelled a faint fragrance in his nose. He wrinkled his nose and realized that it was the smell of sandalwood, and it was the best sandalwood, the very expensive one, the fragrance was not strong, sweet but not greasy. He had already tinted sandalwood at home before, but the taste was much worse than it is now.

His eyelids were heavy and he couldn't open anything, but he heard a raucous conversation in his ears, as if it was a woman's voice, praying for something, but he couldn't hear the specific content clearly.

Wang Ping'an wanted to move, but found that his body was weak and weak. His heart suddenly shook, "I'm sick!" What kind of disease is it? I'm not watching the moon outside the hotel, why did I suddenly get sick?

My heart was shocked, and his eyelids suddenly opened. What caught my eye was a round and white face. This was a familiar and unfamiliar face, the face of an old woman!

"Oh, my son is awake, thank you Buddha, thank you Buddha!" ​​The old woman smiled on her face, looked at Wang Ping'an lovingly, and reached out to touch his forehead.

Wang Ping'an was dizzy, and suddenly, a familiar and unfamiliar memory suddenly exploded in his mind. The amount of memory was too large, and he couldn't bear it for a moment. When he closed his eyes, he fainted again!

"Ping An, Ping An, don't be scared for your mother!" The old woman cried and cried with Wang Ping'an's head.

In the darkness, Wang Ping'an subconsciously found that he had become another person. Although this person was also called Wang Ping'an, he was a sixteen-year-old Tang Dynasty man. He was a rich child, with his parents who loved him, and servants who served him. By the way, there was also a child bride. This man loved reading, and never left his books since he was a child, and even changed his bedroom into a study room, which contained tens of thousands of books...

And now, this person is himself. He is no longer the modern Wang Ping'an, but the Tang Dynasty Wang Ping'an!

Could it be that I have traveled through time? I came from modern times to ancient times? Wang Ping'an opened his eyes again, looked at the old woman with tears on her face in front of him, moved her dry throat, and whispered: "Mother?" According to the memories he had just obtained, this person was his mother, Yang, in this life.

Yang was surprised and happy. His son was sick all the time and could not speak since the day before yesterday. She was a mother and shed tears and prayed to the Buddha many times. Now that she saw her son wake up and still call her mother, she was naturally very happy. She took out her handkerchief and wiped her tears again, but this time she was tears of joy.

Wang Ping'an thought to himself: "I'm sick, but I don't know what kind of disease I have learned, but I don't have this in my memory." He raised his hand, gently pressed it on his neck, and started his pulse. His tongue rolled in his mouth, his mouth full of bitterness.

He is skilled in medical skills, and now his new body is not a difficult and complicated disease. The cause of the disease is determined in just a blink of an eye, but it is just dysentery. In the Tang Dynasty, this disease would die, but in modern times, he can prescribe more than a dozen prescriptions casually, keeping the medicine until the disease is cured. His nickname as a young miracle doctor is not for nothing.

"Mother, my son is... Is this dysentery or fever dysentery, right?" Wang Ping'an asked softly. Although he had been diagnosed, he was a new body after all, so he asked.

Yang nodded quickly and said, "Yes, it's exactly the heat dysentery. That's what Jishengtang's miracle doctor Cheng said. He also prescribed medicine for you. My son will be cured soon!" She smiled and comforted her son, but she was nervous. She had been sick for a month and had taken dozens of doses of medicine, but she didn't get better. Instead, the disease became worse and worse. Her confidence in the miracle doctor was greatly shaken. Even if she had not taken medicine, she might as well invite a witch to jump.

It’s easy to deal with if it’s confirmed that it’s hot dysentery. Wang Ping’an suddenly showed several quick-acting prescriptions in his heart. He said, “Mother, can you show me the prescription?”

Yang was stunned and didn't understand why his son wanted to read the prescription. However, since his son wanted to read it, he got up and left the study room, said a few words, and asked the servants waiting outside to get the prescription. She turned around and returned to the bedside. She was so indecisive and loved Wang Ping'an to the extreme.

Not long after, footsteps sounded outside the study room, and a large group of people came. The leader was about the same age as Yang, and he was in his fifties. He was wearing a purple silk robe. It was Wang Ping'an's father, Wang Youcai. Behind Wang Youcai, was a large number of servants. They heard that Wang Ping'an had woken up and rushed to visit him.

As soon as Wang Youcai entered the study, he said, "Ping'an is awake?" He walked to the bed and looked down at Wang Ping'an. Seeing that his son was also looking at him, he felt relieved and said, "Amitabha, just wake up, just wake up."

Wang Ping'an called out in a small voice: "Father!"

Wang Youcai showed joy on his face, sat down beside Yang, patted Wang Ping'an's arm gently, and said, "Okay, it's great to be able to speak, it's great!" He was excited and caring was beyond words.

Yang said: "My son needs to look at the prescription, have you brought it?"

"I've brought it, I've brought all the prescriptions!" Wang Youcai waved his hand and his servant gave him the prescriptions.

Wang Ping'an struggled to sit up. Yang hurriedly put a pillow on him behind his back, helped him sit up against the back of the bed, and said softly: "Sit down and sit down all day long, and you will get bedsores."

Wang Ping'an took the prescription, looked at the previous pictures, shook his head slightly. These prescriptions were similar. Although they were not prescribed by one person, they were all too simple. The main medicines were rhubarb, purpura, gypsum, Anaestheticus and other medicines. The dosage was not small. It would be okay for people with strong bodies to take them, but if people with weak bodies took them, it would be harmful or useless. There was only one prescription among these prescriptions, which was the most symptomatic and had the most medicines. Among the auxiliary medicines, there were many medicines such as Qin, Lian, Zhi, and Bai. If the treatment was based on heat dysentery, the condition would be reduced after a few doses.

He waved the prescription in his hand and said, "This prescription is very good, why doesn't it work?"

Wang Youcai exclaimed and asked, "Son, can you read the prescription?"

Wang Ping'an nodded and pointed at the study room casually. There were thousands of books in the room. Maybe any of them were medical books. He pointed aimlessly, and no one could verify it.

Sure enough, Wang Youcai and Yang nodded at the same time. They both studied in private schools and knew some words, but they were nothing more than enlightenment books. They were far less than Wang Ping'an's love to read books. Wang Ping'an asked people to buy the books in the study. They just spent money but never read them. So Wang Ping'an pointed casually, and they all thought that Wang Ping'an had really read medical books and did not ask questions.

Wang Youcai said: "My son has spent ten thousand books on his studies. When he is in good health in the future, I will send you to Chang'an for my father. I will come back from a Jinshi exam and shine our Wang family!"

Yang gave him a blank look and said, "I will talk about what happened in the future. My son, this prescription was prescribed by a miracle doctor. If I say it works, then it will naturally be good. Oh, if I asked a miracle doctor to see a doctor one month earlier, I would not suffer so much."

Wang Ping'an was stunned and asked, "Why, this prescription was not used when I was sick, but only after I was sick for a month?" His hand trembled with the prescription. If this is true, then this prescription is not a good prescription for saving people, but a powerful weapon for killing people. The prescription used when I was sick, is the same as the prescription used after I was sick for a month!

Yang nodded and said, "Yes. At the beginning, I was looking for another doctor. These people had poor medical skills and could not cure my son, so your father went into the city and found a miracle doctor. Then he got this prescription. Is this prescription wrong?"
Chapter completed!