
Tang Dynasty: a Star in the Apricot Forest
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A modern scalpel cuts open the abscesses of the prosperous age. After the surgical master Li Jingyu failed to rescue him, he took the blood-stained surgical box and fell into the dark alley of Chang'an in the third year of Zhenguan. When he used iodine to fight the plague, and used catgut to suture the old ulcerated wounds of Qin Qiong, the God of War, the silver needles of the entire imperial medical office were trembling. Is this wandering doctor who can use a lancet to expose Turkic conspiracies and dare to talk about bacterial infections in front of the emperor's bed an immortal, or a monster bringing disaster to the country? The corpse poison made by the Turks spreads in the well water, and the arsenic of the five surnames and seven looks flows in the red gate. He built a field hospital to accompany Li Jing in the Northern Expedition, but he saved the Khan who should have died in the history books; he founded a medical school to break the monopoly of the sect, but was accused of "blaspheming the law of heaven by dissecting corpses." When the first aid box began to show bronze patterns that did not belong to this era, and when "Treatise on Febrile Diseases" automatically revealed a prophecy of death that had not happened, Li Jingyu finally understood: Doctors can save one person or hundreds of people, but they cannot save the fate of history. In this surgical operation that spanned a thousand years, the patient was Datang Jiangshan. What he holds in his hands is not only the lancet and penicillin, but also the hemostatic forceps that lever up the century-old foundation of Longmen Valve. But when the cowpox vaccination table on Suzaku Street was knocked down by the mob, who heard the sigh of the time traveler trapped in the closed loop of time and space deep in the annals of history?
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