The next morning, Jiang Gan took Cao Chong's recommendation letter and rushed to Xiangyang to meet Cao Cao for orders, while Xie Qi followed Cao Chong to the north. With a delicious meal and a flower-like Mi sisters, and meeting Cao Chong, his career was settled, and his mood improved, and his face gradually improved. He talked and laughed with Cao Chong along the way, and had a great time talking and talking.

After Anzhong, it was Nieyang. The group arrived outside Nieyang City. Before entering the city, Cao Chong felt Zhang Ji's energy. Even the guards at the door heard that Cao Chong and his party were looking for Zhang Ji, they smiled and said, "I knew you were here to find Mr. Zhang. Who else can you find except to find Mr. Zhang?"

Cao Chong laughed in the car. It seemed that Zhang Ji and Zhang Zhongjing were not famous in Nieyang, but quite famous. After entering the city, they found Zhang Ji's clinic without much effort. They didn't even have to ask people, just follow the patients who appeared from time to time.

Zhang Zhongjing's clinic is not big. The hospital is two-way in front and the hospital is the clinic, and the back is the residence. Cao Chong got out of the car in front of the courtyard, stretched his waist, and two tiger soldiers stepped forward and helped Xie Qi get out of the car. When he entered the door, he saw the full of patients sitting in the courtyard. Cao Chong couldn't help but feel troubled. If he was waiting in line, he might not be able to see this medical saint tomorrow. He winked at Wei Yan, Wei Yan nodded, reached out to hold a slave-like person, took out a sign and shook it in front of him.

"My young master wants to see Mr. Zhang."

"Your young master?" The servant glanced at the iron armor on Wei Yan's body, and immediately put it down as soon as he raised the corner of his mouth. He quickly laughed and bent over and said, "I'm sorry, I don't know which young master it is. My husband has too many patients here, so I'm afraid he will have to wait for a while."

"You don't recognize words?" Wei Yan became a little angry and shook his waist card in front of him again.

"General is right, the villain really doesn't recognize words." The servant hunched and laughed. Seeing Wei Yan's imposing aura, the people next to him seemed to have been in the army and whispered. However, they looked at Cao Chong's carriage covered with gauze, saw the two maids who could be seen inside, and then looked at the fully armed tiger soldiers and soldiers, and swallowed the words that came to their throats back, but they only expressed helpless anger from their eyes.

Wei Yan sighed depressedly, pointed to the words on the waist sign and said to the servant, "Look clearly. These words are the Prime Minister's Mansion. Do you understand? My son is the Prime Minister's son, Cao Chong, do you understand? The Prime Minister wants to invite Master Zhang to Xiangyang."

"Chief...Prime Minister?" The servant was shocked, raised his head and looked at Wei Yan, then looked at Cao Chong who was stretching, and turned around and shouted along the way: "Sir, sir, Prime Minister Cao has sent someone to invite you."

Their words aroused the surprise screams of people waiting in the courtyard. Some people stretched their heads to look here. Several people in ragged clothes hesitated for a moment and pushed each other for a while. Then, led by an old man with a gray beard, walked over timidly and bowed to Wei Yanshen: "General, is this Mr. Cangshu from Prime Minister Cao's family?"

Wei Yan was so comfortable that he was shouted by their general, and his tone became much calmer. He bowed and bowed and said, "My father-in-law is right, it is my young master." After hearing this, the old man hurriedly pulled Wei Yan and said, "General, if you have something to do, you have to thank the young master in person. I dare to ask the general to inform you." Wei Yan was a little embarrassed when he heard this, but he saw that the old man looked, and there would be no problem, so he took them to Cao Chong.

Cao Chong was moving his muscles and bones. Seeing Wei Yan coming over with a few gray-haired old men, he hurriedly bowed to greet him. When the old men saw him, they knelt down on the ground with a thud and knocked all of them. Cao Chong was so scared that he rushed forward and helped the old man in charge: "Brother-in-law, please get up quickly, boy can't be such a big gift from your father-in-law."

"Young master, you'll do it." The old man was helped up by Cao Chong, his beard shaking, and turbid tears flowed out of his faint eyes. He raised his hand and wiped his eyes with his tattered sleeves, and said in a daze: "Young master, you're so excited. I didn't expect that I would have the opportunity to pay my respects to Zunyan in this life and express my gratitude in person."

Cao Chong looked at him with some confusion and raised his hand to scratch his head habitually. When the old man saw it, he grinned with tears in his eyes, "Young Master, don't know that the young man is from Wancheng. When the Prime Minister's army besieged the city, the two sons of the young man served in the army. In the urn, a child from the neighbor Lao Hei family went with him. However, he was unlucky and was hit by a big stone. My son stood beside him, right next to him. Thanks to the young master's order, my son saved his life. Otherwise, I would have to send the white-haired man to the black-haired man like Lao Hei."

The few people following behind nodded repeatedly, each of them happily and crying. Cao Chong understood that these were the husbands or families in the unbreakable war in Wancheng. They or their relatives might have died in that war. Because of his own idea that he was called "women's kindness", he tried his best to delay the time when Liu Xian arrived. Fortunately, he avoided that war and saved many lives invisibly. They expressed their gratitude in person. They had nothing to show off, so they could only kowtow.

Cao Chong sighed a long time, he helped the old man up and comforted him for a few words, then bowed to the person beside him, and then hurriedly hid back to the car. He looked at the people who were saluting his car outside, his eyes were a little wet. Only then did he truly feel that his impulse was right at that time, and this was all a living life.

"Young Master, you have become a living Buddha." Mi Dashuang smiled with tears in his eyes.

"How do you know about the Living Buddha?" Cao Chong laughed at her words and turned around and asked.

"I heard from my mother that when she was in Xuzhou, those who believe in Buddhism said that living Buddhas are for the suffering." Mi Dashuang said, but Mi Xiaoshuang pulled her sleeves. She stuck out her tongue and swallowed the words behind her back. Seeing that they were ghosts, Cao Chong didn't say much. He already felt that the identities of these two sisters were suspicious, but he didn't take them much. I forgot that they had no malice towards him, and it would be fine if they didn't say it. They were talking gossip, the servant hurried out from inside and walked to Wei Yan and said respectfully: "General, my husband invites the young master in."

Zhang Zhongjing is nearly 60 years old, with a thin face, half white hair, her eyes bright and bright, but she looks a little tired. His thin and long fingers were on the teenager's pulse. When Cao Chong came in, he just nodded and did not get up to greet him. Seeing that he didn't go out to greet him, Cao Chong knew his temper when he came in. Fortunately, he was not a person of some status in his previous life, and he did not develop the habit of caring about airs when he came to this world. Secondly, Kuai Ying also told him about the temper of this medical saint in advance, so he naturally didn't take it in his heart. He sat down casually in the position designated by Zhang Zhongjing, and quietly waited for Zhang Zhongjing to finish his treatment.

A trace of unexpected charm flashed in Zhang Zhongjing's eyes, but he didn't say anything more. Instead, he glanced at the woman in the clothes behind the boy, frowned slightly and said, "Why is it the same as last time? Have you used the prescription I prescribed?"

"It's used, it's used." The woman said repeatedly. Seeing Zhang Zhongjing staring at her, she lowered her head embarrassedly, and held the boy with one hand, and her voice lowered: "But, it's just that ginseng, really... it's really hard to buy."

Zhang Zhongjing snorted, then sighed, picked up the brush and pondered for a moment, and sighed in embarrassment, "It's not me that I said you, this child is naturally weak and hard to study, how can he stand it? Your husband is a general of the Central Army, and he won't be able to save even this little money. In this way, it's useless if you come here ten more times."

The woman lowered her head, twisted her white-washed collar, and stuttered a few times, but didn't say a complete word. Cao Chong saw it, and was a little strange. He looked at the child. The young man looked beautiful, but his body was too thin, and he was still timid in a thick cotton coat. The woman's clothes were very neat, but they were very old, obviously washed many times, and he carefully repaired some places. He was a little puzzled. The Zhonglang General was an official of two thousand stones. Liu Biao privately named many Zhonglang Generals in Jingzhou. Even if his salary was almost the same, the family of three would not be as poor as this. Could it be that he was abandoned by his husband?

When the woman saw Cao Chong looking at her, she stood up with shame and bowed to Zhang Zhongjing: "Thank you, sir, I'll think of a solution when I go back." The child sighed softly and said, "Mother, forget it, the child is destined to be like this."

Cao Chong couldn't bear it and raised his hand to stop the mother and son: "Sister-in-law, I dare to ask how many ginseng you need, maybe I can help."

"Really?" The woman's eyes suddenly flashed, and it became dim again in the blink of an eye. She thought for a while and said nervously: "I don't dare to ask for more. I just want to buy one or two more, and it's almost done. I wonder how much you want, this young master?"

Cao Chong smiled after hearing this. He knew that one or two gins of this woman was probably not enough, but he was afraid that she would not have enough money, so he could only buy some emergency first. When he was in Yecheng, he saw many ginseng from Wuhuan people tribute in the pharmacy, so he brought some around him and often soaked in wine. Now there are some dry ginseng on the carriage, which is ready to make tea. There should be one or two complete ones, so it is okay to give him a little.

He turned his head and said to Zhang Zhongjing, "How much does the master think he needs to do?"

Zhang Zhongjing held his beard and thought for a while and said, "It should be almost the same if there are a few more good ginseng."

Cao Chong thought for a while and said, "Sanliang Ginseng is not much, but I don't have that much at the moment. Let's do this. I'll give you what I have. As for the rest, you can go to Xiangyang to find me when you have time."
Chapter completed!