Chapter 126 Work-related illnesses are difficult to cure

Chapter 126 Work-related illnesses are difficult to cure

Although the battle of Shiting has not yet been decided, the Shu Han people are already ready.

Once Soochow wins and wants to proclaim himself emperor, he will immediately go down the river to attack him. The Prime Minister has almost saved enough supplies to prepare for the second Northern Expedition, which can be used just in time.

Sun Quan didn't know that the victory or defeat on his side had not yet been decided, and his allies next door had already begun sharpening their knives. If we knew it, I'm afraid all the rats in Soochow wouldn't be able to sleep well.

At this time, there were more than 80,000 Han troops in Sichuan, and more than 20,000 ethnic minority tribes, including the Qingqiang scattered cavalry, which were indiscriminate and indiscriminate. Counting the Yongzhou army and Qiang Di troops in Longyou, the Shu Han army has almost 130,000 troops.

But these are numbers on paper. Most of them are soldiers and horses that need to be garrisoned and must not be moved. Some of them have other arrangements and cannot be used in the war against Wu.

According to Zhuge Liang and Ma Di's estimation, the number that can really be mobilized to attack Wu is 50,000.

It is the same number as the late emperor's crusade against Soochow. It can only be said that the number has its own destiny.

"Prime Minister, now that I have made up my mind, I will take my leave first." Ma Su breathed a long sigh of relief and felt a lot more relaxed.

As long as the prime minister is convinced, the matter will basically be done.

"By the way, Youchang, General Zilong wants to see you."

Zhuge Liang nodded, picked up the decree and continued working, but he thought of something and said without raising his head.

"General Zilong?" Ma Su was stunned for a moment, feeling a little surprised.

Zhao Yun wants to see me?

"Yes, since returning to Chengdu, Old General Zilong has been thinking about you." Zhuge Liang said lightly,

"Now that you are back, I hope you can go and see you."

"Wei!" Ma Su nodded, even though he was a little surprised, he still cupped his hands.

Zhao Yun is already seventy this year, and he is the only surviving elite northern military general brought back by the late emperor from the north. Of the ten thousand enemies who had been fighting for thirty years, only Zhao Yun was left.

Historically, Zhao Yun fell seriously ill after returning from the first Northern Expedition and did not survive until the second Northern Expedition. Fortunately, Zhao Yun is still alive and heard to be quite healthy.

Unexpectedly, I still had time to see the old general.

After Ma Su left the Prime Minister's Mansion, he asked Jiang Wan about it and then went to Zhao Yun's Mansion.

But as soon as he walked out of the Prime Minister's Mansion, he saw Hua Fei writing furiously outside the door. Not only that, but from time to time he would drag a confused scribe to help him write a few words.

"Lao Hua, what are you doing here?" Ma Su scratched his head, thought for a moment and went over to take a look.

Hey, I'm writing a suicide note again as expected.

"Fu Jun is out?" Hua Fei was startled. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw it was Ma Di, and then continued to write a suicide note.

"Why do you always care about your broken suicide note? You're not going to die soon..." Ma Su twitched the corner of his mouth, feeling helpless for this doctor who pursued pessimism about progress.

But Hua Fei can't be blamed, his father Hua Tuo was killed by Cao Cao. There is a high probability that when the clan is being exterminated, Hua Fei will still be able to watch his family members being killed by Wei soldiers.

"Have you completed the task assigned to you? Have you seen how the Prime Minister is doing?" Ma Di remembered the task given to Hua Fei and patted Hua Fei on the shoulder and asked.

"I'll wait until I finish writing my suicide note." Hua Fei looked serious and continued writing.

Seeing Hua Fei's attitude, Ma Di suddenly felt an ominous premonition in his heart.

Soon, Hua Fei stood up after finishing writing and saluted Ma Su solemnly.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Fu. I'm afraid I won't be able to fulfill your instructions. The Prime Minister of Han Dynasty's health cannot be cured!"

"Can it be cured? What's wrong with the Prime Minister's health?" Ma Su was suddenly shocked. Didn't he look very healthy just now?

"It's a small thing and a big thing, but I'm sure it can't be cured." Hua Fei smiled bitterly and sighed softly.

"The Prime Minister's body doesn't seem to have any other serious problems, but it can be seen at a glance that he has been overworked for many years. The fatigue between his brows cannot be concealed at all, and the energy in his entire body has been depleted."

"In the final analysis, the prime minister's illness is caused by fatigue."

"Can it be cured?" Ma Su asked quickly.

"It would be easy for others to say, but the Prime Minister of the Han Dynasty..." Hua Fei shook his head slightly and had already made the most pessimistic view.

As a well-trained doctor, Hua Fei will also understand the patient's personality when treating others to judge whether it can be treated.

When he found out that Prime Minister Zhuge got up from dawn every day to deal with government affairs and rested until late at night, he knew that it could not be cured.

"This disease is caused by overexertion. The Prime Minister's body will become increasingly unable to hold on, and eventually he will die from a host of illnesses."

"This disease is easy to treat but difficult to treat. The most important thing is whether you can rest well. As long as you are not so tired and take good care of your body, it is not impossible to treat it."

"But Prime Minister Zhuge, is it really possible?"

Hua Fei's rhetorical question made Ma Di silent. He had no idea that the prime minister's body was in this state.

However, imagine that since the prime minister joined the job at the age of 27, he has been the most powerful engine of the entire regime. Zhuge ruled Shu for eight years and worked hard all his life for the Northern Expedition to the Central Plains. It would be a shame if he could not work too hard.

And even now, Shu Han is still unable to survive without the Prime Minister.

Let the Prime Minister relax? He would like to, but then Shuhan would collapse. There are many tasks that can only be done by the prime minister and cannot be done by others.

In the final analysis, the weird political system of Shuhan was the biggest blame, but there was nothing that could be done about it. But Fazheng is still there, Xu Shu is still there, Pang Tong is still there, his brother Ma Liang is still there...forget it, let's not talk about it.

"Let's put this matter aside for now. I will find a solution later." Ma Su shook his head and patted Hua Fei's shoulder.

"Come with me to General Zhao's home, and you can show me how General Zilong is doing."

The Zhao Mansion is in Nancheng, Chengdu, and there are several streets that need to be passed to get there from the Prime Minister's Mansion. Walking on the streets of Chengdu, Ma Su can tell that although it is prosperous, there are actually not many pedestrians.

In particular, many families wear sackcloth and mourning to pay homage to those who have died in the family.

Shuhan is really short of people, not only in terms of talent, but also in terms of human resources. Often when the prime minister's Northern Expedition killed two or three thousand people, it would be a great defeat, and every household in Chengdu had to wear sackcloth and wear mourning.

I really don’t know how the prime minister lasted for so long in history.

After walking all the way through the streets of Chengdu, Ma Di arrived at the Zhao Mansion and was ready to pay a visit to the old general.

When he walked into the Zhao Mansion, Ma Di heard the sound of several people reading in the side room, but he didn't pay attention at first. But after listening to a few sentences, I immediately felt that something was wrong.

Why are all the sentence fragmentation and understanding so messed up?

Is this how the Art of War and Classics are read? Who taught it?

They should put their teacher in a rocket and shoot it to the sun!

But before Ma Su could react, he heard an old and steady voice coming from the back room.

"You Chang, you are finally back."

A veteran wearing white clothes and armor, with his helmet, hair and beard all white, came out and looked at him with a smile.

Here is General Zhendong of the Han Dynasty, Zhao Yun, who was praised by the late emperor as "full of courage".