Practicing Medicine in the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 82 The Final Exam

Tai Ping said a few words, but the question just hit Li Jing's heart.

What does it mean to be a sweetheart?

He couldn't help but think about the war-torn Silla front line, the crowded little bed, the soft body, the people who were entwined with his limbs, and the scene of Spring Night in his dream...

Just thinking about that person's name is offensive.

But I couldn't help but review that charming dream that day over and over again, and do something more out of bounds in the dream.

Seeing his appearance of being out of his mind and looking out of his mind, Taiping couldn't help being curious: "Could it be that Jing'er, you already have someone you like?"

"Of course not."

Li Jing hastily denied that Nan Ke Yimeng just woke up, that's his master, the person he respected the most since he was a child, how could he be allowed to be frivolous.

Seeing Taiping's eyes flickering, he had a posture of insisting on asking for a name.

"If you don't confess honestly today, I won't let you out of the palace, and I will tell the imperial physician brother that you have a sweetheart!"

The speaker has no intention, but the listener has intention. Whether this remark is good or not will hit Li Jing's mind.

"Really not." He couldn't help but smile bitterly.

"Really?" Taiping's clear eyes looked at him, as if he still didn't quite believe it.

He'er said that when it comes to matters between men and women, the daughter's intuition is always sharper, and she always feels that Jing'er has something to hide from her.

Li Jing can only swear to the sky: "If I have a woman I like, let me be hit by thunder and bombs from the sky, and I will die, okay?"

Anyway, what was entangled with him in the dream was not a delicate girl's body, but a warm and flexible body... Li Jing thought of that lingering and tender dream, and felt a little dry for a while.

Taiping nodded half-belief, Li Jing said so confidently that she couldn't gossip anymore.

Seeing this, Li Jing hurriedly told her the many ups and downs of the Silla front line, and it was considered perfunctory for her.

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After a few days of reorganization in Chang'an, the returned troops from Silla and his party did not realize that it was already deep winter.

Seeing that the end of the year is approaching, it is the end of the year for the students.

What is different from before is that this time, for Wu Yi, it is not the end-of-year examination that students of the same age take part in, but the final examination to determine whether he can become a medical officer of the Tang Dynasty.

The final examination will be presided over by Dr. Zheng Yun, the Imperial Physician, and all the doctors will come to the examination. In addition to the rote memorization of the medical scriptures, the students' clinical operation level will also be examined.

Wu Yi has long been able to do these things with ease, and the imperial physicians have seen it all, so he doesn't worry too much.

The only thing that worries him is the last item, which is the argument question.

It is really difficult for him to make it easy to prescribe prescriptions for diseases, but to make a fuss about current events.

If he could write these stereotyped essays, he would have gone to the Jinshi Department a long time ago, so what kind of medicine is he still studying in the Imperial Medical Bureau?

In fact, for medical students, they are much luckier than students of Mingjing and Jinshi, because the questions they encounter are relatively simple, and the teachers who mark the papers are not well-learned writers. If you keep the outline in mind and don't be careless, you won't be brushed down.

Therefore, students will almost always prepare a few articles in advance and keep them in their stomachs. When the time comes, they will randomly choose an appropriate one and deal with it.

When Wu Yi started preparing, he also had the determination to fight to the death with these pens, inks, papers and inkstones. He didn't expect that when he actually picked up the pen, his mind would be full of ideas and inspirations. It was not as difficult as imagined.

He had read the history books for three years at the place of filial piety to the emperor, and it was not for nothing. He didn't notice it on weekdays, but when he really needed to use it, he realized that the insights of these predecessors had already penetrated into his mind. It turned into a kind of wisdom called accumulation.

This is something Wu Yi himself did not expect.

The days seemed to be back in the quiet daylight of the other courtyard in Luoyang. He held the ancient books and classics and read them word by word, and those sentences that he had read over and over again had long been deeply reflected in his mind.

No wonder the ancients said that "reading through thousands of volumes is like writing with spirit", Du Zimei sincerely does not deceive me.

In this way, the final exam came to him quietly with the cold winter wind.

There was silence in the leisurely Taichang Temple, only the sound of the disciples brushing hard and writing brushed their ears. Wu Yi was not in a hurry to write, and first calmly read all the topics before deciding how to write.

And when the last question came into view, I couldn't help being a little dumbfounded.

——How to heal people?

This problem can be very small. To cure a person's disease, generally speaking, it is nothing more than listening, listening, asking, and prescribing a prescription.But it can also be big. To be a good doctor, you need not only superb skills and rich knowledge, but also a noble character and a temper that can endure pondering.

Wu Yi couldn't help thinking of Zhang Qiren, of Shen Hanshan, of many thin figures who had walked in front of him, and a word suddenly popped up in his mind - De.

Heal people with virtue.

Only those with benevolence can apply what they have learned to the right place and save thousands of lives from illness.Otherwise, even if you have a unique knowledge, using poison with medicine can still kill people, which runs counter to curing diseases and saving people.

Once the central idea is established, the rest of the content will follow suit.

Wu Yi twirled in his heart for a moment, and cited the great virtues and humble character of Shennong Bian Que and others, thereby deeply discussing the moral standards and code of conduct of a medical student.

"... Qinyue people's keeping the numbers is a disaster for good people, Jiang Kuikui's heartbroken, isn't it in vain? Because the seat is busy, but the superior is arrogant, only the mediocrity, the loss of good virtue..."

He hastily glanced at his article, and although it was not a word-for-word statement, it was finally a well-founded article. He hoped that Dr. Zheng Yun would be merciful and not be too harsh when correcting.

He had done this question before turning it over again, and completed the relatively rigid professional questions in front of him with peace of mind.

As he expected, the outline of the medical classics was not left out. The outline of the book he made six years ago was like a search engine, allowing him to find the correct answer in his memory with a clear mind.

Although he was not the first to hand in the test paper, he had the most relaxed expression on his face. When he handed over the test paper representing what he had learned in the past six years to Dr. Zheng Yun, Wu Yi felt as if he had lifted a heavy burden. Burden, I can finally breathe a sigh of relief.

Dr. Zheng Jun also gave him a rare kind smile, and sent him out of the examination hall with kind eyes.

This was also the first time Wu Yi turned his back to his teacher. From then on, there was no one else in front of him, and he had to walk the road in front of him step by step.

Wu Yi returned to the cubicle where he had lived for six years, looking at the newly repaired windows and the clean and spotless room, he felt a lot of emotion in his heart.

He finally ended his status as a medical student and was about to become a medical officer of the Tang Dynasty who was qualified to practice medicine.

The Imperial Medical Office has 20 doctors, 40 medical workers, 1 doctors, and [-] classic medicines[[-]]. Among them, those who perform well can be promoted to medical assistants and doctors, and have become celebrities here since then. Enjoy the world.

This is simple to say, but it is not easy to achieve. Among the nearly 200 people, only a few of them will eventually become doctors.

Therefore, even if a doctor of imperial medicine in a high position is not exceptionally talented, he still has something extraordinary.

According to his usual performance, Wu Yi should be left in the imperial medical office and become one of the hundred doctors, that is, the lowest-ranking doctor.

But it does not rule out the possibility that they will be flown to various places to practice medicine and teach there.

No matter how bad it is, he may become a military doctor who joins the army like Yi Que.

There are many possibilities in the future, but there is only one thing before Wu Yi.

That is sleep.

In order to cope with this final exam, he hadn't had a good night's sleep for a long time, so that his head touched the pillow, and he fell into a deep sleep.

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After waking up from a long sound sleep, Wu Yi stretched and prepared to fetch a basin of water to wash his face.

Before he wrung the veil dry, a little eunuch hurried over with an anxious look on his face.

When they met each other, they just said: "Dr. Shen is here to invite you to the East Palace."

Wu Yi skipped the one-year school system, and became the most sought-after student among the students with the same seniority. He might become a doctor of imperial medicine in the future, and the attitude of others towards him was naturally different.

He himself has a calm attitude of Anzhi since he came here. Even if he is as good as Yi Que, he will still be exiled to the military camp because of "rebellion". It is really hard to say what his future will be like.

"Dong Gong has always been served by Dr. Chen Jiwen, so why should Dr. Shen consult with him now?"

At this juncture, he needs to have more minds. Although he has cultivated a Buddhist mentality of not being surprised, he doesn't want to be tricked by others and end up like Yi Que.

"It's the concubine, the concubine is having a difficult delivery." The little eunuch remembers trembling and couldn't speak clearly, "Dr. Zheng Jun has called all the doctors for a consultation, and Dr. Shen sent the little one to invite you to go with him. "

Wu Yi's heart trembled like a sieve, and he didn't have time to ask more questions, so he quickly put on his clothes and rushed to the East Palace with the little eunuch.