Chapter 1: The Death Row Prisoner

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  On a certain morning in June 2012, all major websites posted a piece of breaking news.

  Last night to today, several provinces in the south experienced widespread heavy rainfall, with some areas experiencing mudslides and landslides.

  The police have just confirmed that five hikers are trapped in Huangshan due to heavy rain, and one person is missing. The missing person is a student from a traditional Chinese medicine university, who comes from a family of traditional Chinese medicine practitioners and whose ancestors were disciples of the famous Han Dynasty physician Zhang Zhongjing. The police are currently...

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  Song Kaibao four years, May.

  The sky outside the prison window is gray and hazy, and Shi Wei's heart is also shrouded in gloom.

  The wound on my butt has just started to scab over and even a slight touch makes me grit my teeth in pain.

  Shi Wei sighed helplessly.

  He came from a family of traditional Chinese medicine, although he was young, he had already made a name for himself in the industry and had a bright future ahead of him.

  But just a few days ago, he, who had just graduated from university, originally planned to take a good trip before returning home to take over the ancestral medical hall, but unexpectedly fell into the mountain stream on the top of Huashan due to a sudden rainstorm.

  He didn't die, but after a daze like a dream, he opened his eyes and was surprised to find himself crossing into the early Northern Song Dynasty, becoming a young doctor named "Shi Wei".

  He quickly calmed down after the initial panic, and his strong and steady personality, which had been cultivated since childhood, allowed him to rapidly regain his composure and face this completely new environment.

  The memories he originally had and the new memories of this body merged, Shi Wei understood the ins and outs of his imprisonment.

  He was originally a disciple of "Ping An Tang" in this city, two years ago, his master died of illness, and since he had no children, as the only disciple, he naturally inherited Ping An Tang, relying on this small clinic to barely make a living for himself and his master's wife, Fan Shi.

  A few nights ago, a man with a knife wound rushed into the Ping'an Hall. With a doctor's benevolent heart, he didn't ask about his identity or background and directly treated the wounded man.

  Who would have thought that the injured person slipped away early next morning without a word, and soon after, the constables arrived at Ping An Tang, saying that the injured person was a spy from Jiangbei Song Guo, and they immediately took him back.

  After several rounds of torture, he had no choice but to confess. In the end, the government actually sentenced him to death on charges of treason, to be executed twenty days later.

  Shi Wei was a bit crazy, he just wore it and crossed over, but how did he end up in the body of a dead prisoner? This is too damn unlucky.

  These days, apart from shouting grievances at the prison gate, Shi Wei had no other way out. However, the prison head told him that his fingerprints were already on record, and he either had to spend a lot of money to bribe those in power to overturn the case or quietly wait for death.

  Money can make a ghost grind a mill, this principle is true from ancient times to the present, and Shi Wei is no exception.

  It's a matter of life and death because he has no money. Even if they sell the small clinic at Ping An Tang, it's probably not enough to bail him out.

  "Am I really doomed to die?" Shi Wei was unwilling to give up, but he had no way out.

  After being tormented for several days, on this evening when night was falling, the prison head Chen Pi suddenly entered the cell, bringing with him two noisy men.

  Shi Wei quickly recognized the two men. One of them was a robust man named Ba Jitian, who was eight feet tall and had a thick beard like steel wire. He was a small leader in the fishing gang and had come to Ping An Tang for medical treatment in his early years.

  Another middle-aged man with a bruised face is Shen Houpu, the resident physician of "Renxintang", who is the number one famous doctor in this county.

  The two men came in arguing all the way, and Shi Wei vaguely understood that Ba Jitian had come to see Shen Houpu for illness, but Shen Houpu couldn't cure it. In a fit of rage, Ba smashed the medical clinic and beat up Shen Langzhong. The two men started fighting, and when the police arrived, the county magistrate had them both thrown into jail without hesitation.

  Chen Pi locked Ba Jie Tian into the same cell as Shi Wei and Shen Hou Pu into the adjacent one. He slammed the iron door shut and shouted: "Old Ba, give me some face and stop causing trouble! And you, Shen Langzhong, you're so old, why is your temper still so fierce? What's the point of all this? Just calm down!"

  No matter who you are, in this big prison, everyone has to listen to the warden's words. As soon as Chen Pi spoke up, those two reluctantly shut their mouths.

  Ba Jitian swept a glance around, his gaze lingering on the grass mat where Shi Wei lay, which was the only clean place in this dusty and dirty prison.

  He suddenly pointed at Shi Wei and ordered in a tone that brooked no argument, "You, get lost."

  Shi Wei glanced at him sideways, without moving a muscle.

  The Fishing Gang is the largest gang in this city, and although Ba Jitian is only a small leader, he is also used to being arrogant and domineering. Ordinary people do not dare to provoke him, but now they see a fallen prisoner who dares not to give way to himself, and he suddenly becomes furious.

  "Mutt, you're asking for it." With a fierce cry, Ba Jie Tian clenched his fist and was about to get violent.

  Just as the fist was about to land on his body, Shi Wei calmly said, "Brother, you're not in good health, aren't you afraid of stirring up liver fire and shortening your own lifespan?"

  This casual remark, seemingly offhand, was like a thunderclap that instantly struck the furious ruffian, whose massive iron fist, as big as a hammerhead, halted just inches from Shi Wei's face.

  Ba Jitian suddenly clenched his fist and asked strangely, "How did you know I was suffering from an illness?"

  Shi Wei sat up and smiled faintly: "Brother Ba's breathing rhythm is disordered, his face is pale yellow, such external signs, naturally it is a severe internal disease, even a blind man can see it."

  Since that man walked in, Shi Wei had been quietly observing him. With his foundation, it wasn't difficult to tell from the man's appearance alone that he was ill.

  Just this remark from Shi Wei stunned Ba Jitian, an outsider, and he was so surprised that he immediately retracted his malicious expression, slightly cupped his hands and said: "It turns out that the young brother is also a good doctor, dare to ask your surname and name?"

  Shi Wei replied with a bow, "I am Shi Wei, a Langzhong of Ping'an Hall."

  He introduced himself, but Ba Jie Tian had not reacted yet. Shen Hou Pu from the other side of the fence sneered: "So you're Du Zhong's apprentice. I've heard that you're a traitor and have been sentenced to death. Is it because no one visits Ping An Tang for medical treatment, forcing you to make a living by betraying your country?"

  Shen Hou's words were full of sarcasm, which is no wonder, as the saying goes "literary people belittle each other", and doctors are no exception.

  Shi Wei's former master, Du Zhong, was often ridiculed by his peers for his mediocre medical skills. But just now, Shi Wei's words had left Ba Jitian stunned, and he treated him with courtesy. Shen Houpu watched this with envy in his heart, and after hearing Shi Wei introduce himself, he couldn't help but speak out to mock him.

  The stone wisteria's eyebrows were furrowed in a deep frown, and he was extremely disgusted by that thick-skinned and rustic contempt.

  A cold smile in his heart, he pretended not to hear and smiled at Ba Jie Tian: "I just heard that Brother Ba had a dispute with this Shen Langzhong, but I don't know how Shen Langzhong offended Brother Ba, and actually provoked Brother Ba to fight regardless of his own body."

  The one with the surname Shen had previously offended Shi Wei, and now he deliberately brought up this matter, obviously trying to make things difficult for the one with the surname Shen.

  As expected, as soon as this matter was mentioned, that Ba Jitian became furious and scolded Shen Houpu, saying: "This surnamed Shen deadbeat doctor, I gave him so much money, asking him to treat my illness, he can't even cure it, yet he says try a little, the result is that he has been messing with me for several days without curing me, this kind of quack doctor, I wouldn't hit him if I were strange."

  Shi Wei shook his head and sighed, turning to Shen Houpu: "Shen Langzhong, this is where you went wrong. As doctors, we are not gods, and it's normal that there are illnesses we can't cure. However, you clearly couldn't cure the illness, yet you still insisted on showing off, which delayed Ba brother's treatment. This behavior is against medical ethics."

  Shi Wei's words were like a spark that ignited the flames of anger in Ba Jie Tian's heart. The leader of the fishing village nodded repeatedly: "You're absolutely right! Shen is a useless doctor, and if I ever have any trouble with him in the future, I'll be sure to take care of you first, you old scoundrel!"

  Shen Hou Pu's face turned red with anger as he retorted: "What nonsense are you spouting? I'm telling you, this illness of yours is a rare condition that appears only once in a hundred years. Even the imperial physicians may not be able to cure it. I'm acting out of a sense of medical compassion, trying to find a way to treat you, and yet you're being so obstinate and unreasonable, turning around and blaming me instead. Isn't this absurd?"

  A rare disease that occurs once in a hundred years!

  As soon as he heard this sentence, Shi Wei's mind turned rapidly and suddenly had an idea.

  If only medical skills and experience are considered, Shi Wei may not be much stronger than Shen, but it must be known that this is the early Northern Song Dynasty, while he comes from a thousand years later in modern times.

  Over the past thousand years, medicine has made great progress. Many of the difficult and complicated diseases of ancient times have been studied and practiced by countless predecessors, and there are already good treatments for them. By the time they were passed down to this generation, they had become minor illnesses.

  In this way, the "rare disease" in Shen Houpu's eyes may have become a common minor illness in Shi Wei's hands.

  "This Bajie Tian seems to have some connections in the government, why don't I take advantage of the opportunity to treat his illness and ask him to help me clear my name and get out of this prison?"

  The last hope is in front of him, how can Shi Wei let it go?

  He smiled and said, "Whether it's a strange illness or not depends on who treats it. Ba brother, why don't you let me take a look at you? Maybe I can cure your disease."

  As soon as this was said, Shen Houpu couldn't help but burst out laughing, stroking his white beard and sneering: "I, Shen Houpu, have been practicing medicine for over thirty years. Although I'm not a divine doctor, I do have some reputation within a hundred miles around. A disease that even I couldn't cure, you, a disciple of a mediocre doctor, dare to claim can be cured? How ridiculous! This is the most laughable joke I've ever heard in my life, haha..."

  Although Ba Jitian was annoyed with Shen, he also knew his reputation in Dangtu County. Hearing this, he couldn't help but cast a suspicious glance at Shi Wei.

  Shi Wei said calmly: "The way of medicine is about a bit of insight. Although I'm not as famous as Shen Lang, I may still be able to accidentally understand the method of treating illnesses. Anyway, Ba brother, you're currently idle, why don't you let me try?"

  Ba Jitian hesitated for a moment and snorted, "Fine, let you try. Anyway, you will be executed, even if you can't cure it, I don't need to take action to teach you a lesson."

  Shi Wei then let Ba Jitian tell him about his illness first.

  "When it comes to this illness, Ba Jie Tian's face suddenly darkened. "This illness of mine started suddenly the other night, when I felt like my chest was burning with fire one moment and then freezing cold like ice the next, and it was both painful and itchy at the same time. The pain was like being cut by a knife, and the itchiness was like ants biting me, it's unbearable."

  After listening to his description, Shi Wei already had a few points of confidence in her heart.

  Shi Wei gently pressed on his chest again and asked, "Where does it hurt? Is it here?"

  "Not... a bit to the left... right, right, it's here."

  "Hmm, it's a diaphragmatic spasm." Shi Wei nodded slightly, "How long have you had this symptom? Is there any regularity to it?"

  Bajietian replied, "Starting from 7 or 8 days ago, it happens every day from midnight to early morning, and there doesn't seem to be any pattern, it's just good for a while and then bad again."

  "Open your mouth and let me see your tongue."

  Bajietian opened his mouth wide, and Shiwei supported his chin and examined it for a while before saying, "Give me your right hand, let me take your pulse."

  Her eyelids slightly closed, she quietly felt his pulse, with a calm and confident demeanor.

  In a moment, Shi Wei Song opened his fingers, and Ba Ji Tian couldn't help but ask: "What is this disease of mine, can you cure it?"

  "This illness of Brother Ba, I can also cure."

  "Really?"

  Shi Wei nodded and then added another sentence: "It's just a pity..."

  Bajitian heard him say that he could cure it and was overjoyed, but then he heard him sigh and say "what a pity". The joyful mood was immediately overshadowed by a layer of gloom. He asked urgently: "Didn't you just say you could cure it? What's there to be sorry about?"

  Shi Wei sighed and said: "Ba brother's illness is not something that can be cured in a day or two. It requires my long-term treatment to recover. Unfortunately, I will be executed soon and I'm afraid there won't be enough time for me to cure you."

  Upon hearing these words, Ba Ji Tian's expression changed instantly.

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