Practicing Medicine in the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 20

Sun Qili's eyes sank, and the oldest one was immediately pushed out from the crowd, and walked in front of him tremblingly, his voice trembling like a sieve.

"Student... student Huang Qu, I usually read "The Yellow Emperor's Internal Classic", the plain question chapter, said, said... In the past, the Yellow Emperor was born as a god, weak but able to speak, young and flat, long and sensitive, and mature And ascend to the sky..."

"Okay, how old are you?" Sun Qili interrupted Xu Xu's reading impatiently.

The student's legs were shaking like a fight: "Doctor Hui, the student is 21 this year."

"21? 21 and still reading the opening chapter of "The Yellow Emperor's Internal Classic"?" Sun Qili frowned, and two deep grooves stood up in the forehead lines, "This time I failed, if I do it again next time, I don't need to come again."

"Thank you, Dr. Xie for your teaching." Huang Qu turned around sweating profusely, and staggered back to the whispering crowd with his legs intertwined.

"Well, did you smell a strange smell?" Although Yan Ming was not among the newcomers, he stayed to attend the exam with great interest.

Wu Xu didn't smell anything strange, but Yan Ming and Xu Ziwen looked at each other and smiled, and pointed at Sun Qili's pants quietly: "Look."

As soon as he looked around, there was a patient low laugh from the crowd—it turned out that there was a small spot of water between Huang Qu's trouser seam, and Sun Qili was scared to pee.

Huang Qu's face was flushed with shame, so he had to cover his face with a book, wishing he could get into the golden house.

Sun Qili watched these teasing students quietly until the silence below was like stagnant water.

"Enough laughing?"

No one dared to answer his words.

"All of you are unqualified today." Dr. Sun's face finally changed slightly, but it's a pity that no one dared to look up to judge his happiness or anger.

"This is your first ten-day trial. If it's still like this next time, please go home."

Throwing this sentence, Sun Qili left with his hands behind his back again.

The disciples below couldn't help but turn pale.

Isn't this blatantly threatening?

In the burst of crying and crying, Yan Ming was the only one who could laugh: "Dr. Sun really treats everyone equally, hahaha!"

Sun Qili dismounted, and immediately beat these high-spirited and eager youngsters back to their original form. The disciples looked at each other for a few moments, and no one dared to behave wildly on the site of Taichang Temple.

If this teacher was born in a modern university 1000 years later, he must be a devil teacher passed on by students, an absolute minefield for supplementary points for course selection, and a key target for complaints and accusations.

It's a pity that in the Tang Dynasty, where teachers were respected and teaching was important, no one dared to complain about a teaching accident where his salary was deducted and his title was demoted, even if he gave a [-]% failure rate.

When the students first arrived at the government school, they poured a basin of cold water on Sun Qili to cool down the restless enthusiasm in their hearts, and suddenly lost the ambition they had when they first entered the door, and returned to the Taichang Temple row for new students in disgrace and dejection. residence.

As the first stop on the long journey to study, the residence provided by the government school is really not luxurious. There is a wooden door between three white walls, and a few gray and dilapidated tiles on the top. It is considered a single cubicle.

Wu Yi pushed open the door and entered the room assigned to him, and there was a musty smell of dust in his nostrils. Looking up, a paper window was opened several times by wind, frost, rain and dew, and a few threads leaked in quietly. Ling Han Chunfeng.

No wonder the ancients often lamented that "the sea of ​​learning is boundless and the boat is hard work". The dormitory conditions of the Central First University were not as good as when he was in college in the 90s, and the only thing that could be with the students was this deserted hut and a door. cold window.

He tidied up the dusty room a bit, then sat in front of the desk, took out a copy of the "Huangdi Neijing" given by Zhang Qiren, and recited it silently.

Sun Qili mercilessly gave a 100% failure rate in the first ten-day test, and if he failed the next ten-day test, he might be kicked out by this strict teacher.

The time spent studying hard always flies by. Wu Yi just finished reading the half-short article "On the Eight Orthodox Gods", and the sky has already darkened. It's all in a shallow crease on the folded page of the book.

He raised his head from the densely packed ancient texts, stretched his muscles and bones a little, poked the half-drooped candle wick with the tip of a pen, and was thinking about the sentence he had just read, "When the moon is empty, the muscles will be thinner, the meridians will be weak, and the Wei Qi will be gone." , living alone", was interrupted by a knock on the door.

Before he could say "Please come in", a white face that was a little greasy appeared in the leaping lantern, and he came to Wu Yi uninvited.

Ke Xingzhu's friend didn't know the offense at all, and his peach eyes were full of smiles: "Wu brother, you are still studying hard at such a late hour, no wonder Dr. Zhang treats you differently."

Wu Yi smiled back, and began to think carefully about the name of this old man who had never said a word in his mind.

The visitor was quite discerning and knew that the friendship between the two of them was far from being called a brother and brother, so he raised a step for him: "My father and my father have a classmate friendship. Although our two families have known each other for many years, I have never been able to get close to brother Wu. , I am really timid for my brother's closeness to his hometown, and I hope that my good brother will not bear grudges in his heart."

Wu Yi patted his arm: "Yes, your father is..."

"Xu Wen, governor of Yongzhou." Xu Ziwen took it over like a gentleman, "I'm really ashamed to be a brother!"

Wu Yi just smiled and said nothing.

The two of them laughed for a long time, Xu Ziwen saw that he had done enough Tai Chi, and thought carefully that it was time to pass the pass, so he flicked his sleeves, took out a pair of mahogany boxes inlaid with gold and jade, and quietly handed them to Wu Yi from under the table.

Wu Yi's smile faltered, and he looked down, the box tremblingly slid open the lid, revealing a three-inch-long human-shaped ginseng inside.

"This thing is called ginseng fruit, which is the supreme product of Taoism. I heard that this thing grows a tree every 3000 years, blooms once every 3000 years, and bears one fruit every 3000 years." Xu Ziwen's voice suddenly suppressed, following the beating in the wind After a pause of fireworks, "There may not be such a good thing in the palace. I thought of my virtuous brother Wenwei, so I specially sent it to you to nourish your body."

Fortunately, it was in the Tang Dynasty, otherwise Wu Chengen's coffin would not be able to hold it down.

Wu Yi chuckled, and pushed the box away: "Yiben is stupid, and has nothing to do with Taoism."

The light bulb is not slow or slow: "Your brother is really wrong, the best kindness is like water, and it can benefit all things."

Committee member Wu was helpless: "I'll tell you the truth, brother Xu, my little brother believes in Buddhism."

……

Xu Ziwen gave him a gouged look with hatred, this kid from the Wu family is like a piece of paper pasted with cowhide, oil and salt can't get in!

——But I can't tear it off, I can't chew it.

His face darkened, and instead he slapped the treasure box like a gavel, and said coldly: "In this way, my virtuous brother wants to change paths with me?"

The table in the room is an old elm table, which is solid and can withstand being smashed.

Wu Yi also waited patiently for Xu Ziwen to finish berating, and stretched out his hand towards the door: "Brother Xu will naturally go back to Brother Xu's dormitory, and Yi will naturally stay in Yi's own room. Of course it is a different way."

--boom.

The door of the room was almost shattered by Xu Ziwen.

The student next door rushed over after hearing the sound, just bumped into Xu Ziwen, who was full of displeasure, and was in a daze when he heard Wu Yi shouting from inside: "Brother Xu, please stay."

Xu Ziwen turned pale and turned around: "Brother Wu really..."

Before he could speak, he was hit by the mahogany box that flew out of the room.

The corners of the mahogany box were rounded and smooth, and it hit Xu Ziwen's heart impartially, like a slap that was neither painful nor loud, making his cheeks flush.

It happened that his good brother Yan Ming came to watch the play. Seeing that his friend who always put on face was kicked out of the door, he couldn't help smiling: "Tsk, Brother Xu, this is a hot face stuck to a cold ass."

Xu Ziwen glared at him gloomily, almost gnashing his teeth: "If I don't report today's shame..."

--boom.

This time it was Wu Yi who closed the door.

"...What a big mouthful of closed doors." Yan Ming continued teasing, "Brother Xu, don't eat supper today, eat carefully enough, and beg me to make you a pair of diliu soup."

"What do you know?" Xu Ziwen sneered, looking through a closed door, piercing the person inside like a carving knife.

Seeing that his complexion was really bad, Yan Ming shrugged helplessly, and pulled him into his own door to talk.

"I really don't understand." He didn't get angry with Xu Ziwen, "Didn't your brother Wu Xu say that this man is a villain who is always poisonous, why do you rush to post such ungrateful eyes?" Wolf?"

Xu Ziwen looked up at him slowly, as if he heard a big joke.

"Wu Xu? That idiot? Do you really believe his rhetoric?" He raised his eyebrows and smiled disdainfully, "A person from a small family can be brought to Chang'an by the doctor himself. Do you really think he is an idler?"

Seeing that Yan Ming still looked like he couldn't see through the cloud, he simply clarified the topic: "If Wu Xu is a man who can be lifted up, it will be his younger brother's turn? I didn't post this kid... I Let me ask you, which doctor is the number one person in the imperial medical department?"

"You mean, you want to rely on him to invest in Dr. Zhang?" Yan Ming suddenly realized, but his heart seemed to have a grudge, and he panicked, "But Wu Xu..."

"A Dou who Zhang Qiren can't afford to support, you don't care what he does." Xu Ziwen also felt a little too mean when he said the words, so he quickly restrained the next sarcasm that was about to blurt out, and his words softened.

"Brother Yan, in this official school, only the two of us are heart-to-heart. You must not ruin our long-term friendship because of other people's brother-in-law."

The author has something to say:

Last time I talked about the unpopular medical department in the Tang Dynasty, I had to mention the lifelong mission of the medical monk—the examination

The medical monks in the Tang Dynasty were much harder than the current students. It can be said that they were either taking exams or preparing for the exams—a ten-day exam every ten days, a monthly exam every month, a quarterly exam, and a year-round exam. There is also an end-of-year exam. After several years of study, there is a final exam. It is really miserable.

Exams are not the most frightening thing, but the most frightening thing is that the exams are very strict. Every ten days, there are [-] to [-] words of scriptures. , Please go back and copy the book.

The ten-year exam is fine, as my teacher can open a back door at his discretion, but if you fail the year-old exam, you have to repeat the grade directly, and there is no chance to make up the exam at all

If you repeat a grade for three consecutive years, the official school will not keep you for nothing, so just pack up your things and go back.

After a few years of hard work, I finally passed the graduation exam. Do you think that these years of exams can make me a doctor?I'm sorry, we still have to take political exams, current affairs exams, Jinshi exams, and medical exams, and it's the same as the current postgraduate exams. It doesn't matter how good your major is, as long as you are not good enough in politics, you will not be counted.

In such a situation of high pay and low return, it is understandable that scholars in the Tang Dynasty were not willing to study medicine. Tang Xuanzong also complained that no one studied medicine in the local area, and there were no successors in the medical industry. The same subsidies were given to local doctors and officials, but none of them had much effect.

Then why does Li Sujie still want the protagonist to study medicine?This has something to do with Lizhi, the emperor at that time. Generally speaking, both Lizhi and Wuwu respected doctors and Taoism (although there are much more elements of morality), and Lizhi's headache has not healed for a long time, and has been Trying to find a god to cure the disease, so the doctors at that time worked hard to study how to treat the headache, which can be regarded as making a certain contribution to the medical cause.