Great Creator

The territory of the human race now has three countries.

The biggest one is the country of Jing.

The Kingdom of Jing occupies the entire area south of the Fuhe River, as well as the entire area of ​​the original Great Desolation Forbidden Land.

Now the land of Jing State is already three-fifths of the territory of the entire human race.

The remaining two-fifths are divided between the two countries.

The larger one is Changguo, which is located to the north and west of Fuhe.

The Tianyun Mountains, as well as the vast grasslands to the north of the mountains, are also the territory of Chang Kingdom.

To the east of it is the State of Song.

The two countries split more than a decade ago.

All three countries are now hostile.

However, Chang State and Song State knew well that if they fought against each other, it would only give Jing State an opportunity to take advantage of it. Therefore, the two countries are now in a state of non-aggression.

The capital of Chang Kingdom is still Jianchang City.

More than 90 kilometers southwest of the capital, after passing through a series of cities and towns, there is a half-sized city located in the Fenshui River Basin.

This place is called Burning River City.

It is said that during the Millennium War, when the army of Chang State crossed the river on a boat, a god descended from the heavens, and flames fell from the sky, burning the entire army on the water.

At that time, the entire river was burning with a raging fire, which was extremely terrifying.

In the end, only one tenth of the army escaped. And the combat power is almost gone.

After that, the river also changed its name.

Outside Fenhe City, about two kilometers to the southeast, there is a village.

There are about a hundred families living in this village, which can be considered a big village.

At this time, in a low house of a farmer, there were 6 or 7 people surrounding him.

"Doctor Ping, can my wife be cured?"

A man in his 30s with a cloth towel wrapped around his head asked anxiously.

"Shh, don't disturb Doctor Ping."

An elderly woman in her fifties gestured her fingers to her lips.

Several relatives around nodded.

The man quickly silenced, just looking at the doctor sitting by the bed.

Lying on the bed was a woman in her thirties, her cheeks were deeply sunken, and her eye sockets were blue-black.

"Doctor... I, I also know about my illness. It's rare to get well..."

She uttered a few words weakly.

Beside her, sat a young man.

The young man was dressed in crisp gray cloth, his hair was tied neatly, and his head scarf was also neatly worn.

"Don't talk yet. Stretch out your hand and show me."

The young man spoke.

His name is Ping He, he is twenty-three years old, very young for a doctor.

But now he is the only doctor in the village, so he can only rely on him.

The woman stretched her hand out of the bed.

Ping He stretched out his hand to pinch the woman's wrist, and observed quietly.

After a while, he said in the eyes of everyone expecting:

"The wood qi is stagnant, the pulse is stringy,..."

He turned his head and asked the woman's husband: "Has she been pissed off before?"

The man quickly replied:

"That's right! In March of this year, she went to the field to pick up millet, and was kicked a few times by the rogue of the forest owner's house, and fell ill when she came back."

"That's it. The anger is blocked and the blood is insufficient. I will prescribe some medicine for her to recuperate. You can kill an old hen for her to eat. When she is better, help her go to the ground and walk more."

Saying that, Ping He took a piece of paper from his arms and wrote the prescription on it.

The man asked hesitantly:

"Doctor Ping, how long will it take to take this medicine. Our family doesn't have any money, this..."

The peaceful pen paused.

"If that's the case, then I'll change it."

He crossed out the prescription written earlier.

After thinking about it for a long time, Pinghe wrote down in detail where to find what herbs, and gave a total of three types of herbs.

"There are two other things that I can't find near our village for a while. You will go back with me later and get them at my house."

"You eat these things for half a month first."

"well."

The man nodded repeatedly.

He took the prescription, and he was a little confused:

"But, Doctor Ping, there is not a single person in our family who can read..."

"I teach you."

With that said, Ping He read the words on the prescription to the man.

Everyone in his family struggled to remember, including the man.

After reading it peacefully several times, they all nodded and said they remembered it.

"Doctor Ping, you are such a great man!"

"Yes! Doctor Ping is really the savior of our village!"

"Doctor Ping is still a filial son!"

The villagers complimented him.

Hearing these words of praise, the expression on Ping He's face didn't change a bit.

He stood up and left with the man.

Afterwards, Ping He saw two more patients.

One is easy to treat, and one is not so easy to treat.

He couldn't cure it, and no one else said anything.

Because Pinghe does not charge consultation fees, but only charges for medicines, it is almost a free clinic.

When it was getting dark, Heping arrived at his home.

He went into the house, took the medicine for the man, and took a few copper coins from the man.

The man took the medicine and left thankfully.

Ping He saw him go, entered the house, and closed the door behind him.

The door creaked.

Its hubs can be heard to be aged and rusted.

"Son..."

An old voice called from inside the house.

Ping He put down the medicine box she was carrying behind her back, and hurried into the back room.

"Mom, are you hungry? I'll cook for you right away."

There was no light in the room, and by the light of the sky that had not yet completely darkened, an old woman could barely be seen sitting by the bed.

She raised her hand tremblingly, waving towards peace.

"Don't be so anxious, you, just come back..."

"Mother, sit still, don't move around, and be careful of bumping. I'm going to cook right now."

Saying that, Ping He hurried to the kitchen.

There are some crops given to him by the villagers in his medicine box, which is enough for a day's meals.

After a while, Ping He came out of the kitchen with a bowl of fragrant vegetable porridge.

He was sitting by the bed, blowing porridge while feeding it to his mother.

A small oil lamp was lit in the room, and the bean-like light was beating.

But the old woman's eyeballs were very dull, and they never fell on the position of the lamp for a while.

Ping He's mother is named Zou.

As long as she is alone at home, she never lights up.

Because she can't see at all.

After finally feeding Mrs. Zou the porridge, Ping He put away the bowl.

"This is the world! Enough is enough!"

Changing the calm during the day, the peace at night seemed very angry.

He punched the wall.

The wall didn't respond at all, but the shock made his hands hurt.

"My son, don't be in a hurry, don't be angry."

Zou muttered in the room.

He took a few steps to the door and said:

"But, mother, how can I not be angry."

"I learned the art of medicine, but my mother lost her eyes because of it!"

"I can cure the villagers, but I can't get back the consultation fees."

"I can't even cure my own mother's eyes, what kind of doctor is I?"

Mrs. Zou was silent for a moment in the room before saying:

"Mother knows that you have a good heart. No one in our village has any money. The only one who has money is the landowner and his gang of bastards."

"You can't bear to see other people's families look down on doctors and medicines, so you don't charge consultation fees! Mom knows it!"

"Actually, you should be fine if you don't charge a consultation fee. After my mother's eyesight is not working well, thanks to the help from the neighbors around."

"The people in the village are all good people!"

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