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Text Volume 1 Fanqi Chapter 1 Su Yang

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    The sky is bright, and the rising red sun has not yet broken through the last line of defense of night. The distant horizon is already clear, and the world is still immersed in silence.

    The rain last night was lingering, and in the hazy street, you could vaguely hear the "plop" sound of dew sliding along the eaves to the ground, and the throbbing sound of the distant breeze. Everything was so peaceful, but just like this  Peaceful things contain cruel war.

    Liu Yan was filled with emotions as he walked on this quiet street. The street was as cold as the sky.  Although it is morning, it is not as desolate as usual. The shops that used to be lined up on both sides of the road are now closed. Under the spider-covered eaves, there is a look of depression.

    In this small Yebian county, the geographical location is special, and there is an endless stream of businessmen and tourists coming and going every day.  But now only a depressing street scene remains.  Liu Yan grew up here since he was a child. His childhood playmates have left his hometown and gone to other places. Only Liu Yan and a few people are left. This is what makes Liu Yan most sad. Like the prosperity of Ye County in the past, those childhood memories are also gone.  Destined to be buried here.

    The year of war is a time when all kinds of emotions come together.  All kinds of emotions are like bamboo shoots under the spring rain, growing darkly and slenderly.

    Liu Yan had almost reached the city gate, and he could hear painful groans from a distance. Liu Yan knew which wounded soldier was enduring the pain, but in this slightly barren small county, there were only four  Doctor, it is difficult to treat the five thousand soldiers stationed here.

    Liu Yan¡¯s father is one of the few doctors. Liu Yan is carrying the porridge cooked by his mother to his father. His father has been staying in the military camp and has not been home for several days.

    Unconsciously, Liu Yan had reached the city gate, and a dark blue tent came into view. The green tent was very shabby, and you could even see the small holes on it.

    Liu Yan walked in, and immediately, a strong fishy smell assaulted his nostrils.  Under the strong stench, Liu Yan couldn't help pinching his nose.  Looking up at the house, I saw that there was a large space in the tent, and about fifty people lived there. Because it was still dawn, most of the injured soldiers were still asleep.

    Looking around the tent, the environment inside the tent was very poor, and the blue tent was dyed red.  Sticky blood stains can be seen on the dirty land. It seems that this place does not look like a ward, but more like a hell on earth.

    The few soldiers who had woken up looked at the green tent roof with their eyes open, their eyes full of confusion.  Liu Yan looked at these soldiers with sympathy in his heart, but more importantly, he felt respect.

    Guarding the home and the country, throwing their heads and blood on the battlefield, although ordinary, they are here to perform extraordinary and evocative stories. How can these "ordinary" heroes not be respected?

    The pride rising in my heart was quickly extinguished. The battlefield is inherently cruel. If I go to the battlefield, I will only add a residual soul there.

    Liu Yan looked around, and a middle-aged man came into view very conspicuously. The middle-aged man had long hair, sharp eyebrows, and a long beard.  The man's cold and handsome eyes narrowed slightly, as if there was a light, and there was a dark force flowing in his eyes.  At this moment, the man's angular bronze face showed a solemn look, and his slender, white fingers were resting on the yellowed wrist of a soldier.

    The soldier¡¯s left hand has been severed, and the bright red flesh and blood can be seen, as well as the dense white bones. The bones are not complete, as if they were cut in the middle with a sharp weapon.  The soldier's face was covered with sweat, his teeth were clenched, and his mouth was trembling. He was obviously enduring great pain, but he did not utter a groan. Perhaps he was afraid of disturbing the sleep of the disabled soldiers around him. Seeing this  At this scene, Liu Yan felt more moved, and looked at the soldier with more respect in his eyes.

    Seeing the soldier's painful expression, the middle-aged man quickly took out an emerald green slender vial from the medicine box next to him, poured out a black pill as big as a bean, stuffed it into the soldier's mouth, chewed it briefly, and a look on the soldier's face  Most of the sweat beads on his face disappeared, and his frown slowly eased.  The middle-aged man grabbed another handful of herbs, kneaded them into a ball, rubbed them with both hands, and applied them to the soldier's exposed flesh and blood. The soldier did not cry out in pain as expected. Instead, his face was calm, and there seemed to be a little bit of pain.  Enjoy, seeing this, the middle-aged man wrapped it in white gauze, and the soldier's slightly painful expression completely relaxed.

    "Come here," a faint voice came from the man's mouth, seemingly speaking with meaning.

    "My father not only has superb medical skills, but also has extraordinary sensory abilities." Liu Yan, who was standing at the entrance of the tent watching his father, gave an innocent smile and then walked towards his father carrying the lunch box.

    Father was immersed in packing the medical box at this time. After hearing Liu Yan's words, a strange light appeared in the corner of his eyes, and then he covered it up, picked up the medical box and walked out of the tent.

    "Father, aren't you going to eat?" Liu Yan asked quickly when he saw his father was about to go out.

    "No." My father walked to the door of the tent, but paused and asked thoughtfully: "??Do you still have Suima Pills in the medicine store at home?¡±

    "All the herbs in the family medicine store have been used up," Liu Yan said helplessly. It has been more than two months since the war began. All the low-level herbs have been taken out, and there are even many expensive herbs. The remaining  Most of them are used to treat difficult and complicated diseases, and they cannot cure these injuries and pain. In short, the herbal medicines available at home have been exhausted. For families who rely on doctors for a living, what does it mean to have no medicinal herbs?  The father should know better than himself.

    "Oh" my father pondered for a moment, nodded slightly, but frowned slightly.  Then, he stepped out of the tent and gradually turned into a black spot on the hazy street.

    Liu Yan also walked out, but he could no longer see his father on the cold street. He was a little helpless. His father was always so mysterious and unapproachable.  As a doctor, my father is very attentive to his patients. He cannot be said to be meticulous, but his medical ethics are particularly good.  As a father, although he is relatively cold, Liu Yan can feel his father's love for him as deep as a mountain.

    The sky is already slightly bright, and a few pedestrians can be seen, politely saying hello to those acquaintances.

    Suddenly a slightly lazy "Morning" came to his ears, and he habitually replied "Good morning". As soon as he blurted out, Liu Yan stopped walking, "Old beggar." He looked around in surprise, his eyes fell.  At a corner, a beggar covered in rags stopped.

    At this time, the beggar was lying comfortably on the thatch and looking at Liu Yan lazily.  Seemingly seeing the lunch box in Liu Yan's right hand, a hint of surprise flashed in his lazy eyes, and he immediately said with a smile: "Little Liu, who are you delivering food to?"

    "To my father." Liu Yan replied.

    "Send it to your father," the old beggar groaned, but soon he said with a bigger smile: "Little Liu, do you not know the way? This is not the way to the military camp, so be it, I  I feel aggrieved and I will give it to you." At this point, the old beggar paused and pretended to be embarrassed.

    When Liu Yan saw this, he couldn't help but laugh, "I'm afraid I'm going to put the food in your mouth, right?"

    The old beggar's face turned red, "Why are you so unruly when you are a kid? Didn't your parents teach you to be polite to others?" At this point, the old beggar's voice became softer, and his thin and wrinkled face also changed.  There was a faint blush.

    "Give it." Liu Yan threw the lunch box to the old beggar.  The old beggar who was lying down quickly stood up, stretched out one hand, and the lunch box lay firmly in the old beggar's hand.

    "I didn't expect that you, who are so lazy, would be so agile when picking up the food. By the way, where were you a few days ago? I thought you also left Suyang because of the war."

    The old beggar buried his head in chewing the buns. After hearing this, the movements of his mouth stopped, and a different kind of emotion rose in his heart. He said with a smile: "Little Liu, you really care about me. This Suyang County is also  It's not peaceful anymore, you should leave as soon as possible." When the old beggar said this, his face was full of solemnity, and suddenly his face changed, showing a playful expression, "You give me the food to eat, what will your father do?  Woolen cloth?"

    "My father went out without even eating breakfast. He seemed to be out of town."

    "Leave the city?!" Upon hearing this, the old beggar showed a complicated expression on his face. He stopped chewing the bun in his mouth, and then walked deep into the corner without saying a word. A gust of breeze blew, carrying  Liu Yan couldn't help but rub his eyes because of his strength. When Liu Yan looked deep into the corner again, there was no one in the hazy corner. Liu Yan froze on the spot, standing blankly at the corner.

    "What happened today?" Liu Yan said to himself.

    When I got home, my mother was packing up the medicinal materials that had been stored in the medicine store for a long time, and was taking them out to dry. When she saw Liu Yan coming back, a smile appeared on her slightly tired face, "You are back so early, has father eaten?"

    "No, my father left after coming out of the military camp. He seemed to have left the city."

    The mother also groaned, with a look of deep worry on her face.

    It¡¯s a time of war and chaos, and it¡¯s indeed a bit dangerous to go out of the city. Are you going out of the city to look for herbs?  Liu Yan could only understand it this way.

    After comforting her mother for a few words, Liu Yan went back to the house, lay down on the bed out of boredom, held a yellowed book, and read with relish in the light coming from the window.  This is a book on identifying medicinal materials given to him by his father. His father also encouraged Liu Yan to study medicine. When he grew up, he was a good son and inherited his father's business. However, Liu Yan's understanding was not good. Although Liu Yan worked very hard, even so, after studying for almost a year,  Although he has learned about two to three hundred kinds of medicinal materials, he is still less than 10% of the ones in the book. Liu Yan is very helpless. His father seems to have given up hope on Liu Yan, and he no longer forces Liu Yan to read medical books. However, Liu Yan still retains this attitude after so many years.  habit.

    Now during the war, the only private school in the county has also closed its doors.Liu Yan especially likes books, but there are very few useful books. Most of them are about respecting elders or great people, some principles of life and ways of doing things. For Liu Yan, he wants to be a truly useful person, so he knows that he has poor understanding.  back.  Liu Yan did not give up on himself. He always encouraged himself and vowed to become a doctor who could save lives and heal the wounded through his own efforts.  If one year doesn't work, then ten years, or until you have a head full of gray hair.  He believes that talent can be compensated for by hard work.

    At this point, Liu Yan knows about 300 to 400 kinds of herbal medicines in medical books. Although it is relatively small, it is still a good result, but it is the result of his hard work and down-to-earth study day and night.

    After all, Liu Yan is just a twelve-year-old child, very simple and naive. He only knows what the teacher taught him in private school, to be a useful person to the country.  With such an ideal in mind, Liu Yan was naturally willing to be a doctor who could save lives and heal the wounded. However, he never thought that many years later, he would embark on a path of cultivating immortality that was different from others.
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