The Lone Star of the Tang Dynasty

At the beginning of the Tang Dynasty, in the second year of Zhenguan, a sudden snowstorm swept through Qingqiu County, Youzhou. On an old post road, a horse-drawn carriage gallops through the snow.

Drive!

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Amid the roar of horses' hooves in the snow, the carriage came to a sudden halt. An old man with a white beard, Du Ruhui, jumped out of the car with an anxious face and stopped several farmers who were working.

"Folks, can you tell me if there is a medical center nearby?"

"What? What is the medical hall?".

Du Ruhui was very anxious in his heart, and explained again: "May I ask if there is any Langzhong nearby? My old man was wounded by an arrow and accompanied by symptoms of typhoid fever and needs urgent treatment!"

At this moment, the news that Li Shimin was seriously injured was like a boulder pressing on his heart, and the eldest grandson queen in the carriage was even more anxious. However, in the face of the blank and ignorant eyes of several farmers, Du Ruhui felt powerless.

"Langzhong, we don't have a fixed medical center or Langzhong ...... here

."

When Du Ruhui heard this, his face changed suddenly. Just as he was in despair, a sturdy young man, Li Junxian, jumped out of the carriage, took out a splendid purse full of gold and silver, and begged the farmers to help find a master who could save people.

The peasants hesitated for a moment, then pointed to the old elm tree in the west: "You might as well go over there and look for the 'little orphan', although he is only a hunter, he is said to have the ability of a fairy, and may be able to save your master." "

Du Ruhui and Li Junxian glanced at each other, although they had doubts about the "fairy-like" Orion, they could only be a dead horse as a live horse doctor, and immediately turned the horse's head and ran west.

After a while, they came to a delicate house next to an old elm tree. The two shouted for help in hoarse voices, and Empress Eldest Sun also looked out nervously through the bead curtain of the carriage, for fear that no one would respond.

The door finally opened, and a young maid poked her head out. Du Ruhui and Li Junxian hurriedly expressed their intentions and asked the little orphan to come to the rescue. The maid was surprised, but invited them into the house to wait.

As Li Junxian stepped into the mansion with the injured Li Shimin on his back, Du Ruhui noticed that the interior of this seemingly inconspicuous mansion was actually exquisitely laid out and full of rules, which was obviously from the hands of a master. The strange flowers and plants in the courtyard are still green in winter, which is even more amazing.

Soon, a heroic young man dressed in a strong suit walked into the hall under the guidance of the maid. The young man complained about the provocation of the Turks, and his eyebrows revealed a natural heroism and nobility, making it unbelievable that he was a so-called hunter.

Du Ruhui secretly thought to himself in his heart: With such a temperament and residence, it is not an exaggeration to say which royal family it is. However, saving lives is important now.

"Childe, may I ask if the little orphan lives here? I am waiting for the master to be in danger and urgently need to be treated!" Du Ruhui said eagerly.

The young man smiled slightly and sat down calmly: "You don't have to call me a little orphan, just call me a son." "

"This ...... Alas, the situation is not good. The young man's understated words made Du Ruhui and Li Junxian's hearts hang in their throats.

He continued: "It seems that there is more than just an arrow wound, there seem to be obvious signs of edema around the wound, and I am afraid that the infection has spread and intensified." Even if you search for the famous doctors and saints all over the world, you may be helpless. "

This sentence is particularly cold on a snowy night, but the indifferent smile on the corner of the young man's mouth is like a warm sun in a cold night, which is unpredictable. You must know that at this moment, Li Shimin is wearing a heavy winter coat, and the young man can penetrate his hidden injuries at a glance, which is simply amazing.

Du Ruhui and Li Junxian looked at each other, shocked in their hearts, and blurted out almost at the same time: "Childe, how did you know that this was an arrow wound, and what is the 'infection'?"

The young man raised his eyebrows slightly, and explained with a bit of jokingness: "The so-called 'infection' is what you call typhoid fever deep into the bone marrow. Now, according to the quacks, it is 'terminally ill', and it is difficult to go to the sky!"

When the two of them heard this, their hearts tightened, as if they saw the scythe of death quietly falling. Typhoid fever is like a demon in this era, and many heroes and heroes have fallen into the sand. If Li Shimin dies because of this, the Tang Dynasty, which has just been reunified, is afraid that it will fall into a bloody storm again.

Just when they were disheartened, the young man changed his words, with a hint of cunning and confidence in his voice: "However, don't be too pessimistic, after all, you two bumped into my little fairy today." "

I saw him take out a delicate little jade bottle from his arms and call softly: "Xiaohong, come with warm water." A playful and clever little maid came out in response, and her steps were as brisk as a swallow.

The young man opened the jade bottle, poured out two projectiles as green as jade, smiled mysteriously, and continued: "It just so happens that I successfully refined a miraculous medicine called 'penicillin' yesterday, and you are lucky to be able to use this treasure." "

"Penicillin?" Du Ruhui and Li Junxian looked confused, this word was strange and new to them. But when they saw the young man's confident expression, a glimmer of hope rose in their hearts: Perhaps, there is still a chance for His Majesty's condition to turn around? Could it be that this seemingly ordinary young man has a secret weapon in his hand to turn things around?