Practicing Medicine in the Tang Dynasty

The end-of-year examination is still scheduled to be held in Taichang Temple. Compared with the oral examination every ten days, the written examination must be taken first, and then follow the example of the ten-day examination.

Compared with the imperial examinations of the Jinshi Department, which pass the test and are screened layer by layer, the end-of-year examination in the first year of the medical department is quite humane. The current and important affairs of the year are clearly arranged. Basically, as long as you are proficient in memorizing the Four Classics and writing silently in the examination hall for a few hours, you can get a good grade.

The oral examination is slightly more difficult than the ten-day examination. The doctors not only require the students to recite the four classics, but also give specific cases and real cases, so that the students can give the required prescriptions.

Wu Yi has more than ten years of clinical experience, of course, he is better than these fledgling students. After the two exams, he is also in the top three.

After the oral examination, the students ranked their positions and stood in the courtyard to listen to the training.

Although Yan Ming only got a middle grade, he couldn't help himself even more than he got the top three. He couldn't help but look around and flaunt: "I knew that Brother Wu is an extraordinary person, and today he really stands out!"

Wu Yi quickly pulled Yan Ming back, wishing he could keep his mouth shut: "The doctors still have something to say, so be careful to be taught a lesson."

Yan Ming didn't take it seriously: "Zuo is just explaining next year's teacher and student, reminding us not to slacken our studies, what's so good about repeated official words!"

Although he was complaining, he listened to Wu Yi's words honestly and stood there with hands down, silently waiting for the doctor to speak.

Chen Jiwen held a roster in his hand, supported his long beard, and said slowly: "Everyone on the list has already completed one year of study. The sages have said, first act on what you say, and then follow it. You must become qualified college students. Doctor Tang must put his knowledge into practice. You must have heard about it, and then you will follow Dr. Imperial Physician and complete six years of practice in the Imperial Medical Office."

He paused, looking at the throbbing and restrained expressions of the students in front of him, he couldn't help but smile a little.

"This year is not as good as the past. Doctors of imperial medicine will test your knowledge, experience and practical ability in daily life. Only those who pass the six-year test will be able to take the exam with doctors and imperial physicians."

All sentient beings said in unison: "Students are taught."

Chen Jiwen flipped through the roster and read the students' doctorates one by one.

"Zhang Zuo, Li Qiyu, taught by Dr. Liu Ying."

"Yan Ming, Huang Qu, taught by Dr. Chen Jiwen."

Yan Ming laughed softly, "It's done!"

He has a loose and unruly nature, and he planned to find a tolerant and kind doctor. Dr. Chen Jiwen in the Imperial Medical Office can be regarded as the first-class good-tempered.

It was hard for him to work hard. Wu Yi smiled and shook his head, but after hearing Chen Jiwen's words, he replied as usual: "...Wu Yi, taught by Dr. Shen Hanshan."

Yan Ming's smile suddenly froze on his face, and he secretly tugged at Wu Yi's cuff: "Yi, what's going on? Dr. Chen is old, maybe he made a mistake."

Wu Yi was also caught off guard: "How is it possible, Dr. Shen and I have never met before."

However, Chen Jiwen continued to read steadily: "Xu Ziwen, Wu Xu, taught by Dr. Zhang Qiren."

Yan Ming was furious immediately: "I knew this bastard did a good thing! The beauty of a gentleman, the evil of a villain! It must be Xu Ziwen who did a good thing behind his back!"

Before he finished speaking, he was stopped by Wu Yi's eyes. Wu Yi shook his head slightly, signaling him not to attack.

Yan Ming gouged out Xu Ziwen's eyes, wishing he could tear him to pieces.

He knew that this kind of snob could not do anything good, but he never expected that he would be a hindrance in this matter. He greeted the eighteenth generation of Xu family ancestors in his heart, and then he relieved his anger.

That Xu Ziwen was a superficial gentleman, looking at Wu Yi with a beaming face, he raised his chin wishing he could poke the sky.

Even Wu Xu was satisfied, he changed his timid appearance this year, and his slippery shoulders became a bit straighter.

Wu Yi clenched his fists and clenched his palms.

After Chen Jiwen finished reading one by one, he closed the roster and handed it to the book boy to seal it. He stared deeply at the young man in front of him, and his complex eyes flashed away from Wu Yi.

"The old man knows that this arrangement, some meet your wishes, and some are beyond your expectations. This is exactly the situation that doctors need to face most—change, not be surprised by changes, and adapt to changes. This is the first thing you should learn. thing."

All living beings and disciples shouted yes in unison, and Wu Yi gradually loosened his clenched fingers.

He knew in his heart that this was what Chen Jiwen said to persuade him. Although he was full of doubts, he still had a good impression of this kind-hearted teacher.

After all, in this era of clear distinctions between superiority and inferiority and orderly priorities, being able to take into account the feelings of the subordinates, the breadth and measure required are not as simple as the four words of gentle temper.

The evening bell is like a distant wind, gently passing people's ears.

Wu Yi took a deep breath, bowed together with the other disciples, and heavily pressed down the young head.

"Students must not disgrace teachers!"

-

After the year-end exam, the students packed up their things and went home. Yan Ming was even more afraid that Wu Yi would be depressed by himself, so he would have to drag him to his own house.

Wu Yi naturally understood his good intentions, and couldn't help but smiled wryly: "Brother Yan, brother Yan! You don't have to use such force, and I won't fly out of Chang'an City."

Yan Ming directly pushed him and his luggage into the carriage: "You will not fly out of Chang'an City, some people would like to get you out of Chang'an City!"

A chill passed through Wu Yi's heart. This was the first time he had truly learned the skills of these aristocratic children. The so-called intrigue was far from something he, a modern person who was steeped in the idea of ​​"friendship among classmates", could handle casually. But he still forced himself to smile, and turned his head to comfort Yan Ming.

"I heard that Dr. Shen is young and promising, and his medical skills are shrewd. He may not be inferior to Dr. Zhang. Besides, we should gather the strengths of a hundred schools of thought and not be limited to the opinions of one family. Not all bad."

Yan Ming spat back, with disdain on his face: "Then who is Shen Hanshan? Even if he has advanced medical skills, he is just a folk doctor who came from a wild family background. He only became a doctor because of the recommendation of Sun Xianren. He is one of the signature streams. Besides, you have seen that his ignorant appearance does not look like a doctor at all!"

It can make the students at the bottom of the food chain feel disgusted, it seems that this Shen Hanshan is really not ordinary.

As soon as Yan Ming said the words, he regretted his slip of the tongue—after all, the teacher who will be his classmate in the future, Wu Yi is already unlucky enough, and he shouldn't slander his teacher like this.

So he put on a smiling face again, and changed his tone: "Of course, what you said is correct. Dr. Shen is also considered young and promising, and he also learned from Sun Simiao. From now on, you will be the disciple of Sun Immortal. How proud you are to say it." !"

Wu Yi listened to what he said, neither angry nor annoyed, on the contrary, he became very interested in the imperial doctor teacher who became a monk halfway.

To be able to gain a foothold in the imperial medical department with only one's real ability, how much real money is in this ability is quite worth weighing.

-

The Yan family has always been extravagant, and the four-wheeled carriage hardly saw any bumps. The two of them studied in the government school in the dark for a month, and they couldn't hold back the sleepiness of their eyelids, so they cuddled together and fell into a deep sleep.

The one who woke them up was a half-human-tall boy, with a greasy skin and white face, he was well-groomed, bowed his body and lowered his eyebrows and said pleasantly: "My lord, you're home."

Yan Ming rubbed his sleepy eyes: "Zhuli, this is Mr. Wu Yi, a classmate I have mentioned to you many times."

Zhuli hurriedly bowed to Wu Yi, Wu Yi saw that he was well-behaved and well-behaved, for a moment he was not sure who he was, and was about to return the salute, but Yan Ming hurriedly stopped him.

"He is a family member who has served me since childhood, you can just call him Zhuli."

"Zhuli?" Wu Yi had never heard such an interesting name.

Zhuli's eyebrows and eyes are full of obedience: "Mr. Wu is laughing. My little real name is not this. My son thinks it's ugly, so he specially picked up the word Zhuli from the elegant scholar's saying 'Pluck from the mountains in spring, and fry in bamboo for fragrance'. Have fun."

His voice was originally delicate and soft, but when he recited poetry, it was more like singing, with a special flavor.

Wu Yi thought to himself that you people from the Tang Dynasty really knew how to play, but Yan Ming didn't seem to care much, and just dismissed Zhuli casually: "Go and tell the master and wife, and say that Mr. Wu who was mentioned earlier has arrived at the house."

Zhuli retreated in response.

Wu Yi got out of the car with Yan Ming. Although Zhuli had left, there were still two rough-looking young men waiting under the car. Didn't even touch him.

The rest of the coachmen divided into two groups, one group was to park the car elsewhere, and the rest stood sideways behind the two of them, keeping pace with each other and not smiling.

Seeing Wu Yi looking around, Yan Ming was very interested. He only thought that he was from a humble background and had never seen the battle of these nobles, so he took his hand and said quietly: "The family tradition is strict, don't take it to heart— —Actually, I don’t like this set up either, what a way to detain people!”

Wu Yi said with a smile: "It's nothing, I don't know what names and allusions these big brothers have."

Yan Ming was half wronged, half dumbfounded: "The boy's name is Liu Sanqi, and my father bought it from the countryside. I hated counting when I was a child, so I changed his name. If you don't get used to it, I will Just change it back for him."

Wu Yi hurriedly said: "I'm just joking, so don't bother other people's children."

Yan Ming glanced at him and whispered, "You are a child yourself."

The two of them passed through the door while chatting all the way, and walked as far as a shot.

The Yan Mansion is extremely luxurious, with carved railings and painted buildings, and jade and gold bricks, which is a school of nobility.In the red building and black house, there is a green and green lotus pond with unique ingenuity, and an endless stream of flowing water separates from the east and west, surrounding the whole mansion like arms.

It was midwinter, but the lotus leaf touching the sky was like a piece of jasper embedded in a jade plate, swaying like waves in the wind, swaying into ripples.

Yan Ming proudly introduced: "This is a wedding ceremony that my father gave to my mother. I wish her to be like a lotus leaf in a pond, and we will see each other year after year. This pond is taken care of by a special person, and it must be full of vitality every year and every season. Bobo, tsk, my father!"

If you look carefully, there are one or two bundles of out-of-season wheat ears hanging on the small trees by the pool, which are golden and brilliant, and complement the graceful lotus leaves in the pool.

Lian Lian Sui Sui, every year, Tang Dynasty men are quite romantic.

Although this romance can almost be equated to extravagance.

The Yan family only had a household servant from the fourth grade, and the family was so poor and extravagant that Wu Yi couldn't help but think of this and that mansion hidden in Yuanzhou City thousands of miles away.

I couldn't help sighing secretly in my heart, three years to clear the magistrate, one hundred thousand snowflakes, the ancients sincerely did not deceive me.

Slowly walking across the small embankment across the pond, Zhuli who was sent by Yan Ming to report back just now hastily returned.

"The master said, since he is a classmate of the young master, let him live with the young master in Liuyuan. He still has official duties, so I ask Mr. Wu to forgive him for not being good at hospitality. Madam is not feeling well today, so she can't see her." It's a guest, please treat the young master well."

Wu Yi knew that he was just an insignificant person, so he naturally wouldn't startle the court officials, but he didn't take it to heart: "Please tell me, Yi thanked Mrs. Madam for her kind hospitality."

Zhuli nodded, and looked at Yan Ming helplessly, as if waiting for him to say something.

Yan Ming pressed his eyebrows forbearance, and waved his hand impatiently at Zhuli: "What are you still doing here? Didn't you hear what Mr. Wu said?"

His thin body trembled slightly, but he immediately returned without touching the ground.

Wu Yi looked at the blurry figure that was fading away, and couldn't help frowning: "Why do you vent your anger on a child?"

"It's a big kid." Yan Ming kicked his shoes nonchalantly, "Isn't he just a slave, if you like it, I'll give it to you."

Of course Wu Yi knew that he couldn't use modern people's thinking to force the aristocrats of this era, so he shook his head helplessly: "I can't afford to give it to me, so let Brother Yan enjoy it by himself."

Wu Yi lived in Yan's mansion for nine days, the masters and wives of Yan's family were busy with everything, but Yan Ming's sisters were all too idle.

Where did the lady from the family in her boudoir see so many men of the right age? The younger brother brought back a handsome and handsome young man, so she had to come over to have a look, say a few words, and pinch a few more. It's a novelty.

Wu Yi couldn't cope with a few playful young ladies. Yan Ming couldn't stand the chattering sisters for a long time. Finally, on New Year's Eve, when the curfew was lifted in Chang'an, he dragged Wu Yi into the street through the back door.

-

The night is like water, and Chang'an is still prosperous at night.

There are only two colors that come into view, red and black.

The red one is that the brightly lit lights of the city are like stars all over the sky, reflecting the joy of people with red faces. Pedestrians rubbing shoulders congratulate each other on the New Year, and wish for a safe and happy next year in front of the lanterns with smiles.

The black one is the deep and high sky, and the moment when the fireworks flashed to the top, it was quiet and peaceful, and the deep breathing of the night sky in Chang'an seemed to miss a beat, and then it exhaled softly and quickly the first ray of east wind of the new year.

The thick black and the colorful red alternately cover each other, interweaving the city that never sleeps under the brilliant clouds.

Wu Yi and Yan Ming lingered in the bustling crowd, even young men who were ignorant of the world, could hardly restrain their excitement, and wished they could run through the streets and alleys of Chang'an overnight.

They all wore fashionable masks, Yan Ming was the ferocious Yasha, and Wu Yi was the smiling Maitreya Buddha. The jaws of the two masks knocked together from time to time, making a soft and crisp sound.

Like a pigeon out of the cage, Yan Ming couldn't stop charging into the crowd, scaring a child wearing a little fox mask to cry and call his mother.

He also had fun, chasing others to pretend to be an evil ghost, before chasing him for half a mile, a tall and burly Kunlun slave suddenly appeared by the side of the road, his face was as black as the bottom of a pot on a stove, baring his teeth and waving his claws. To scare Yan Ming back.

"You are not allowed to bully my little son!"

Yan Ming knew that these Kunlun slaves who had been trafficked had an earth-shattering brute force, so a hero in his heart would not suffer the immediate loss, his feet slipped, and he quickly slid back.

"Yi..." He was really dumbfounded this time.

I saw the vast sea of ​​people, and with the lights on, how could there be half of Wu Yi's shadow?

-

Wu Yi got lost.

He didn't get lost on purpose. The streets of Chang'an are very wide, the main road is almost [-] meters wide. At the moment, it is crowded with people coming and going, and there are no traffic signs. He can't even tell the north, south, east, and west.

Residents of Chang'an who can recognize their way here must have their own radar detection.

I was at a loss, when suddenly there was a loud cry from the street.

Wu Yi divided the crowd and walked towards the source of the cries, and saw a child wearing a fox mask, sobbing non-stop, with only a pair of wet eyes like a little squirrel showing, timidly sizing up the crowd.

Wu Yi only thought of him as a child who was scared and crying by Yan Ming, and secretly scolded Yan Ming in his heart. He walked up to him and asked him softly, "Maomao, are you alone? Where is your family?"

Maomao is the ancient people's pet name for strange children, which is roughly equivalent to children.

The child stopped crying immediately, and threw himself into Wu Yi's arms: "I'm not Maomao!"

The voice of the baby's voice is not happy anymore.

Wu Yi thought it sounded familiar, the child had already taken off the mask clumsily, and looked at Wu Yi with tears in his eyes: "Brother Imperial Physician, don't you remember me?"

"Ms... Miss, why are you here!" Wu Yi was quick-witted, and immediately pulled her into his arms, covering Yuxue's cute little face.

"Brother Imperial Physician, are we playing peek-a-boo?" The person who was rubbed into Wu Yi's clothes had already laughed through tears, and sneaked out from under his arm, "Who are they? Why don't they follow me?" kneel?"

Wu Yi hurriedly hugged her aside to prevent her from continuing to attract attention: "Why are you playing here, miss? Where are your followers and guards?"

Taiping smiled "hehe", and replied flatly: "I played hide and seek with them, and they couldn't find me!"

...So who was it that was crying like a little cat just now?

Taiping hugged the little fox mask tightly, and couldn't stop trying to get out: "Brother Imperial Physician, I'm hungry, take me to find Brother Hong."

Wu Yi looked left and right, but there were no plainclothes people around. He knew that the little princess was really playing off this time, so he asked her, "Do you know where your brother is?"

The answer he got was a confident shake of the head.

Taiping thought he was tired from playing, so he put two small hands on Wu Yi's neck and asked in a low voice, "Brother Imperial Doctor, who is Mao Mao? Do you like Mao Mao very much?"

Still thinking about this, Wu Yi couldn't help laughing: "Maomao, it means a child, not a person."

"But no one calls me Momo."

"That's because you are the current princess."

"Couldn't a princess be a child?" Taiping rubbed Wu Yi's ear doubtfully, "You are an imperial doctor and an elder brother, and I am a princess and also Mao Mao."

The serious tone made people laugh.

Wu Yi rubbed her head, feeling that the little princess who is loved by thousands of people is actually very fun: "Well, Princess Mao Mao, I will take you to find brother first, okay?"

Taiping was very satisfied with this new title of appreciating both refined and popular tastes, and exclaimed happily, but there was a gurgling sound in his stomach.

The little milk cat, which always bared its teeth and claws, blushed, and buried its head deeply on Wu Yi's shoulder.

Wu Yi put her down, put the little fox mask on her face again, and asked with a smile, "Do you like the name Mao Mao very much?"

The little guy without a city chest nodded honestly.

"Then let's play a game today. You will be called Maomao, and I will be called brother. Do you agree?"

"Yeah!"

"Whoever says the word 'Princess' or 'Emperor Physician' first loses." Wu Yi hugged her in his arms, "Whoever loses is a big fool."

Taiping, who successfully took the bait, immediately cheered with bright eyes: "Brother Taiyi is the most fun!"

Wu Yi quietly looked at her with a smile.

The little princess immediately looked around in a hurry, and then said nervously: "It doesn't count, this time it counts! Taiping is not a big fool!"

On the other side of the street, the lively atmosphere is reaching its peak.

The center of the crowd was surrounded by a huge pantao flower lantern. With a loud shout, the four gold chains at the four corners of the pantao were slowly pulled, and a huge and exquisite copper plate was taken out of the pantao heart, which was filled with After eating the mouth-watering exquisite fruit, several palace servants stood aside with smiles, spreading the fruit deftly with their hands and feet.

"This is the Wanjia fruit given to the people by Empress Wu. It was made by the royal chef in the Daming Palace. The Empress said that the New Year is a time for all families to celebrate together. The royal family will naturally enjoy the joy with the people. Please taste the Daming Palace. What's the craftsmanship!"

There was a burst of joyful laughter in the crowd, everyone was scrambling to grab the royal precious fruit, you stepped on my shoes, I touched your pendant, and they didn't care about getting dressed, they just wanted to have a look. Taste the delicacies that are usually enjoyed exclusively by emperors and empresses.

"Hey, what's the matter with you!"

The speaker was a gentleman in a new suit, who was preparing for the next year's scientific examination in Beijing, and was about to enjoy the joy of the royal family, but was bumped into the shoulder by a man who was trying to dress up, and almost fell to the side.

The well-dressed man turned his head to look at him, and said: "I'm sorry." But there was no sign of apology in his eyes. Just as the scholar was about to get angry, he saw a flash of wind under the man's feet, and he was immediately submerged in the surge. crowd.

It seemed that the glimpse just now was just a dream.

The scholar rubbed his eyes, but he saw that the world was bustling with people, and the moon was falling in the sky, and there was no one in sight.

-

"Let me tell you, Miss, I haven't been found."

The well-dressed man escaped from the crowd, dodged under a willow tree by the street, and respectfully returned to his master, "Miss wears too many masks, the little ones dare not disturb the people, only dare to follow quietly." Those who are similar in shape don't look like young ladies."

"Young Master" is also wearing a fierce mask, but his tone is gentle and calm.

"It's rare to lift the curfew, and the people are willing to come out to celebrate the New Year. It is really too difficult to find her among so many people. Immediately dispatch 300 people in your family, disguised as ordinary people, search carefully from street to lane, and then notify Jing Yin, if anyone finds a four or five-year-old little girl, they will all be rewarded and sent home."

The well-dressed man said: "This subordinate understands. Young master, Yehan is dew heavy, you'd better take care of yourself and go home first."

The young master shook his head, and the brows under the mask were deeply furrowed: "Yue'er is used to being arrogant and pampered. I'm worried that she will show her identity and be captured by unruly people. Pei Yuan, follow my orders first, and report immediately if you find anything."

Pei Yuan got his life, he didn't dare to delay any longer, his figure flashed, and he melted into the dark shadow of the tree.

As soon as he left, Li Hongcai sighed slowly.

Pei Yuan is a first-class expert in the hidden guards of the Eastern Palace. He can shoot willow leaves from a distance of [-] meters without disturbing the tired birds flying off the branches, but he may not be able to find the lost peace in the vast crowd.

Taiping is not a willow leaf obediently waiting to be caught, and the people she meets are not all harmless birds.

She is the proud daughter of heaven, the only jewel in the palm of the Li Tang royal family, and the most noble and unparalleled princess in the entire empire.

She was just a little girl with no teeth and anyone could abduct her with a bunch of candied haws.

He secretly regretted that for a moment his ears were soft, and he actually took her out to play without telling his mother. Who knew that this little guy was young and bold, and he slipped into the crowd and disappeared while he was paying for a mask.

What Chang'an City lacked most were thugs, and Taiping was a delicate and translucent beauty. Once she was living among the people, she might be sold to some dirty place.

I heard that "child brides-in-law" is still very popular among the people. If he is abducted back to the deep mountains and old forests, wouldn't he be able to find that crying little thing in his life.

The more he thought about it, the more worried he was, he almost wanted to pinch his palm to bleed.