Travel through the heavens

Yang Tianchun said seriously: "My Baicaotang medical skills are skills to save the world. If one more person can learn it, more patients can be cured. How can I cherish it for myself? Master Shen, if you want to learn medical skills from me, of course you can."

He paused here, looked at Fang Muye with a serious expression and asked, "It's just that learning medicine is not something that can be done overnight. It requires great perseverance and hard work. In this case, do you still want to learn it, Master Shen?"

Fang Muye nodded firmly and said, "I want to learn!"

"Okay! Master, follow me." Yang Tianchun said loudly, then he stood up and walked behind the counter. He leaned over and rummaged around, took out a few books and put them on the counter: "Master, read and memorize these medical books first, and then I will teach you the rest."

Fang Muye stood in front of the counter and flipped through the covers. From top to bottom, these medical books were "Medical Three Character Classic", "Cui Zhenren's Pulse Secrets", "Ode to Medicinal Properties", "Song of Prescriptions", "Golden Mirror of Medicine", "Compendium of Materia Medica", "Shennong's Materia Medica", "Treatise on Febrile and Miscellaneous Diseases", "Thousand Gold Prescriptions", and "Huangdi Neijing". There were as many as ten books in total.

Fang Muye couldn't help but feel a headache. Does one have to read and memorize so many medical books to learn Chinese medicine? No wonder Chinese medicine declined in later generations and Western medicine became popular. The requirement of reading medical books alone has stopped many people.

Fang Muye glanced at Yang Tianchun secretly. He seriously suspected that Yang Tianchun did it on purpose, but he agreed happily: "Okay, Doctor Yang."

Hey, little guy, you never thought that I have a "golden finger".

After another time travel, Fang Muye's memory has become so strong that he can remember everything he sees. He discovered this the day before when he was reading documents in the government office.

"Doctor Yang, I'll go back and read first." Fang Muye said and then hugged a thick stack of books in his arms. He turned around and saw He Xiaolan coming. He just greeted her "Miss Xiaolan" and left.

He Xiaolan walked up to Yang Tianchun with a puzzled look and asked, "What happened to Master Shen? Why did he leave in a hurry with a pile of books?"

Yang Tianchun said calmly: "He went back to read medical books."

He Xiaolan asked in confusion: "Is there any case that requires the use of medical books?"

"No, he wants to study medicine." Yang Tianchun still spoke in a faint tone, but his eyes were a little complicated, as if there was a hint of helplessness and a hint of hope.

He Xiaolan was even more surprised: "Ah? Why did you want to study medicine?"

Yang Tianchun glanced at He Xiaolan and thought to himself: It's all for you. But he didn't say anything, waved his sleeves, and turned to see the doctor.

"The beginning of medicine is based on Qi Huang, Lingshu was written, Suwen was detailed, Nanjing was published, and it was more prosperous. In the late Han Dynasty, there was Nanyang, the six meridians were explained, and the holy way was revealed..."

Fang Muye returned home with the books and started reading from the "Medical Three Character Classic" which was placed on the top. The whole text was the same as the "Three Character Classic" he had memorized before, and it was easy to read.

Although Fang Muye had the ability to remember everything he read, he did not rush. Moreover, medical books were not written in vernacular Chinese, so he needed to put some thought into reading them and try his best to understand the meaning. If he really could not understand something, he would ask Yang Tianchun later.

Nothing happened in the yamen that day, so he stayed at home and read medical books all day. When he got tired, he went to the yard to practice sword skills a few times, and then went back to continue reading. It was a combination of work and rest.

In the evening, Fang Muye was sitting in the yard reading a book when there was a knock on the door.

Fang Muye walked over and opened the door, only to see Master Li from the blacksmith shop standing outside the door, holding a long object wrapped in black cloth in his hand.

Master Li respectfully called him "God."

"Master Li is here, come in quickly." Fang Muye greeted warmly and led Master Li into the yard.

Master Li pulled off the black cloth, revealing what was wrapped inside, and said, "Sir, I have made the Eight-sided Han Sword you requested."

Fang Muye took the long sword and felt it was heavy in his hand. When he drew the sword out of the sheath, he saw that the sword was straight and the blade was sharp. He casually made a sword flower, and the sword light was as clear as winter spring, which was very dazzling. He couldn't help but praise: "Good sword! Master Li is really skilled!"

Master Li smiled and replied, "I studied in Longquan County, Chuzhou Prefecture for seven years, but later my mother became seriously ill, so I came back to open a blacksmith shop."

Fang Muye nodded and said, "No wonder."

Longquan is a place where precious swords are produced.

"Master Li, please wait a moment. I'll go get the silver." Fang Muye said, and walked into the room.

Thanks to the predecessor, not only were there a few jars of Zuisankong left in the family, but there was also a lot of silver, which provided Fang Muye with a lot of convenience.

After Master Li left with five taels of silver, Fang Muye closed the door and went to the yard to practice Yuenu Sword.

Once the sword technique was performed, a clear silver light flashed, and as Fang Muye's figure kept turning and moving, it moved like a silver snake.

In the past few days, Fang Muye had been using a wooden stick instead of a stick when practicing sword skills, and he had long felt uncomfortable. Now that he had the sword in his hand, he felt extremely refreshed when practicing sword skills again.

When he was practicing to the point of being excited, he saw a wooden pole erected next to him for drying clothes. Fang Muye let out a "whoosh" and leaped up, chopping it with his sword. Indistinctly, he looked like a tiger descending from the mountain.

The wooden pole, as thick as an arm, broke with a sound, and the broken end was smooth and thornless.

Fang Muye sheathed the Eight-sided Han Sword, laughed, and shouted, "It's great."

He felt something in his heart, knowing that his swordsmanship had improved just now and had now reached a higher level.

Unable to suppress his joy, Fang Muye strode into the house, put down his sword, picked up a jar of Zuisankong, and went next door to drink with Uncle Yu.

On the second day, Fang Muye walked into Baicaotang leisurely with a smile on his face. At this time, Yang Tianchun was seeing a patient, and He Xiaolan was standing behind the counter weighing medicine.

Fang Muye greeted Yang Tianchun, and then walked to the counter under Yang Tianchun's silent gaze: "Good morning, Miss Xiaolan."

While wrapping the weighed medicine, He Xiaolan smiled and said, "Good morning, Master Shen. Yesterday I heard from my eldest brother that Master Shen wanted to study medicine."

"Yes. The world is in chaos now. As an official of the imperial court, I have to watch the people suffer, but I can do nothing about it. I feel guilty. I think that Doctor Yang's medical practice can benefit the people, so I decided to study medicine, hoping that one day I can be like Doctor Yang..."

Taking advantage of He Xiaolan's question, Fang Muye started chatting with her.

When he was on Blue Star, Fang Muye had countless social events and his social skills were pretty good. Coupled with the baptism of Internet culture, he had no pressure at all when chatting with He Xiaolan.

Fang Muye brought up some topics that He Xiaolan would easily be interested in, and told a few jokes from later generations at the right time. This not only created a pleasant chat atmosphere, but also made her laugh softly with her hands covering her mouth from time to time. Her body trembling with laughter was like a flower, beautiful and dazzling.

While Fang Muye and He Xiaolan were chatting happily here, Yang Tianchun was having a hard time on the other side.

He Xiaolan's bell-like laughter and Fang Muye's hearty laugh reached Yang Tianchun's ears from time to time. Seeing the two of them talking happily, Yang Tianchun felt very tormented. However, he was examining a patient at the moment and had no choice but to endure it.

After finally finishing seeing all the patients, Yang Tianchun immediately walked over to the two people who were chatting and laughing, and asked, "Master Shen, how is your reading of the medical book?" There was a hint of hostility in his tone.

Fang Muye still had a smile on his face. Hearing this, he said nonchalantly, "I've read a lot. I'll continue reading and reciting after I've digested it."

Yang Tianchun looked serious and asked, "Are you going to slack off now, Lord God?"

Fang Muye felt Yang Tianchun's jealousy and couldn't help laughing in his heart. It seemed that no matter what kind of man he was, he would be jealous when it came to his beloved woman.

Thinking about it, he should not stimulate Yang Tianchun too much, and should stop when it is enough. Fang Muye immediately straightened his expression, clasped his fists and said, "Doctor Yang is teaching me that I have not succeeded yet, so I dare not slack off. Doctor Yang, Miss Xiaolan, I will go back to read medical books now, goodbye."