Chapter 24 last time

Time flies. Eight years will soon pass. At this time, Li Dongyuan was already an old man. Years of traveling, hunger and fatigue exhausted his physical strength prematurely. In recent years, the three heavy labors of writing books, teaching apprentices, and diagnosing patients have finally exhausted the old man's energy. But the words that Master Fan Zun had told him seemed to be ringing in his ears all the time. He knew that the time left for him was running out. He has to hurry up. In these eight years, he sorted out his theoretical system, and then wrote all of them into materials, and some of them were written into books by himself, such as "Discrimination of Internal and External Injuries", "On the Spleen and Stomach", "Treatise on Febrile Diseases", Among them, "Treatise on Febrile Diseases" alone has 300,000 words.Three hundred thousand characters, as you can imagine, was written bit by bit with a brush.

He didn't have time to organize the remaining materials, so he divided them into categories and compiled them into volumes. The time to say goodbye has finally come. During these last days, he put aside his work, and often sat for a long time, looking out of the window. Look at the rolling mountains in the distance, and watch the clouds rise and fall. Think back to your wandering life. Luo Tianyi has felt these days that Master's energy is beginning to fail. But he could not believe that the moment of parting was approaching. Finally one day, Li Dongyuan called Luo Tianyi into his room.

Luo Tianyi was startled when he entered. I saw that the table was full of manuscripts. The weak Li Dongyuan looked at Luo Tianyi, at the disciple who was about to take over the burden. Then he said to him with difficulty: "Tianyi, I know that time is running out. These are the materials I usually organize, all of which are my theories and experience summaries. Now, I have divided them into categories, all here you are!" When Luo Tianyi heard these words of farewell, tears gushed out, and he knelt down on the ground, looking at the teacher, speechless. Li Dongyuan sighed, and then said: "These books are not for me, Li Dongyuan, nor for you, Luo Tianyi, but for the future generations of the world. I hope you must pass them on, and don't let them be annihilated! (This book is for you, not for Li Mingzhi and Luo Qianfu, but for the future generations of the world, be careful not to obliterate it, push it!)

Li Dongyuan: "You must promise me." Luo Tianyi was crying beyond words. Li Dongyuan had no strength left, but he still looked at him expectantly. Luo Tianyi finally cried and kowtowed: "Teacher, I promise you! I promise you!" Li Dongyuan heaved a sigh of relief and slowly closed his eyes. It was February 25, 1251 AD. This former rich boy, people have always thought that his life was chic because of his wealth, but in fact, he lived in plagues, famines, wars, hunger, and no fixed place for most of his life. He lived in the dark and turbulent age, and he experienced the darkest scene in the world. However, with his own belief, he understood the true meaning of medicine, saved countless lives, and dedicated himself to us. Bright wealth of Chinese medicine.The brilliance of his thought penetrates the barrier of time and shines to this day.

When you see the books he left behind, say thank you to him. He is a man worthy of our respect.