Jiang Boyue suddenly hesitated in this moment.

In that brief moment, he saw a delicate and elegant young man with a face as beautiful as jade, walking with ease, leisurely strolling, and looking at him with a slight smile.

Wearing a feathered headdress and a coarse cotton robe, he appeared carefree as if he had a mountain in his chest.

For a moment, he seemed to see an old friend.

Jiang Wei held a bamboo slip and asked word by word, "Who wrote this slip??"

Pretending to be Kongming of the Xuanyuan, Zhuge Kongming looked at Jiang Boyue, who was already in his old age. His gaze flickered slightly, and he slowly lowered his eyes in a gesture of respect.

He introduced himself as a student of the renowned physician Master Xuan Yan Huangfu Mi, and after following Huangfu Mi from the banks of Chianjian to his hometown of Anding County, he traveled to Tianshui and other places, had a great dream in Dingjun Mountain, obtained the medicine for his heart illness, and specially came to offer it to the Grand General.

Hearing the three words "Dingjun Mountain."

Jiang Wei's eyes twitched for a moment at the corner, his gaze became sharp for a moment. After years of warfare, he was filled with an aura of killing intent. With just one glance, he was enough to chill someone's bones.

He asked in a deep voice, "Who are you?"

The young man wasn't flustered. His eyes were bright, and when he came closer, it was discovered that his complexion was unusually pale, a kind of pallor that almost seemed bloodless after recovering from a serious illness.

He began to speak.

Talking about his travels, mentioning the customs of Duan Gu and the people of Taoxi, the night rain in Yizhou, the thunder in Hanzhong, the Yushui in Nanyang, the scenery of the Thirteen Provinces, the rising stars among the surrendered generals, and the current situation in the world.

Dressed in plain clothes and short boots, he moved neither fast nor slow, as if meeting an old friend. Finally, he said, "I have come to offer medicine to the General."

The generals in the tent frowned at his words.

An arrogant and aspiring small traveling physician claimed that he resembled Prime Minister Zhuge out of admiration, merely based on handwriting. Who would believe that? He went to key locations in Shu, clearly a person from Longxi, but with a mixture of the Yizhou accent, indicating deceit.

Moreover, with the division of the realm into three, everyone knew that the Han Dynasty was weak while Cao Wei was thriving. Why would he specifically come to join Shu?

Furthermore, it was well-known how difficult the current situation of Grand General Jiang Wei was.

Since the staunch supporter of war, Chen Zhi, passed away, the Qiao Zhou faction took advantage of excuses related to benevolence, righteousness, and mystical beliefs, advocating for peace and stability.

The Grand General was originally a surrendered general who spent most of his time on the battlefield and was not good at political struggles within the court. He had a strained relationship with the various factions of Jingyi and Dongzhou in the court.

Seven years ago, the Battle of Duan Gu was lost due to Hu Ji's tardiness, resulting in heavy casualties and losses to the foundation of the Han Dynasty, directly shattering the reputation that the Grand General had accumulated over the years.

In addition, with several subsequent defeats, generals like Ju An and Li Shao defected to Wei, diminishing the trusted subordinates under the Grand General.

Now, there were constant accusations from civil officials, with continuous slanders about seeking personal gain.

Furthermore, due to the scheming eunuch Huang Hao's deep grudge against the Grand General, he had to avoid disaster and seek refuge. It was even said that even the son of Prime Minister Zhuge had participated in writing petitions for the dismissal of the Grand General—

Was this the right time to seek refuge with the Grand General? The Grand General himself had crossed the river by feeling the stones, wasn't this like courting disaster?

Most likely, it was a spy.

Zhang Yi lost patience: "With the current state of affairs in battle, why would the Grand General waste time with a charlatan and a traveling physician?"

However, Jiang Wei raised his hand to silence him.

Dingjun Mountain—

It had been almost thirty years since the Prime Minister passed away. How many people still remembered that he was buried in Dingjun Mountain?

When the young physician spoke, he had already walked up to Jiang Wei. The distance between them was very close, close enough that Fu Qian, the trusted subordinate, unconsciously placed his hand on the hilt of his sword.

It was at this moment that Fu Qian noticed that the Grand General's eyes were deep, filled with bloodshot veins, but there was a glimmer of hope in his exhausted appearance.

—He listened to the young man's words.

"I have come to offer medicine to the General. This medicine has been brewed for three years and is now ready. It can surely cure the General's heart ailment."