Chapter 907 907: This is what doctors are like

"Five years? Is it like this every day?"

With the lessons learned from Lin Feng and Bei Jiu, Shen Tang also figured out the routine, and Mr. Dong probably opened the Medical Temple by accident.

But she didn't expect the Medical Temple to be so strict.

Five years, five years of hard exams!

The same boring dream repeated more than 1,800 times!

No matter how arrogant Mr. Dong is, he should realize that something is wrong.

For a moment, Shen Tang didn't know whether to say that Mr. Dong had a strict mouth or that he was socially isolated and had not revealed his words for so many years.

"It's not like this every day." Dr. Dong explained, "Every ten days there is one day when I have another dream."

He felt that such useless dreams were a waste of time.

He can continue to think about problems that he can't figure out during the day, and remember the learning results very firmly, but it is different in reality. In reality, the body is old and old, the eyes are blurry and the ears are behind, the energy and physical strength are not as strong as in the prime of life, and the memory is declining. , his thinking is not as good as that of the young man in the medical clinic. He feels deeply powerless in this state, no one is exempt from birth, old age, illness and death.

In comparison, the dream state made him linger even more.

In the dream, his soul can temporarily break away from this body that is aging and decaying from the inside out, and gain freedom.

Shen Tang: "...Ten days and one day off?"

She almost didn't know where to start.

"Haha, the Medical Temple is pretty good..."

Although Dr. Dong is an ordinary person, most of the patients in the medical clinic are soldiers besides ordinary people, and they have a lot of contact with brave warriors. As soon as he heard the words "Medical Temple", his intuition told him that he was inexplicably important. Returning to one's prime may be related to this.

It is said that the literary spirit/martial spirit can keep a person young forever, and the old age will gradually appear until the inner breath is exhausted. None of the literary scholars/martial spirits he has seen is really old. They are either young or middle-aged. Could it be that , and myself——

Dr. Dong lowered his head and looked at his right hand.

Tight, delicate, flawless, elastic, and full of vitality spread throughout the limbs with the beating pulse, as if the previous relaxation and darkness were all an illusion. This hand is more stable and powerful than he remembered in his prime, and it never fails again. His hands were shaking under control or suddenly numb. He was confident that without relying on his eyes and nose, this hand could accurately find out the names and weights of various medicinal materials.

He harbored some uneasiness.

"Shen Jun means that I am also a scribe?"

Shen Tang shook his head and denied his guess: "No."

Doctor Dong felt slightly depressed: "What is that?"

"It is better to say that he is a doctor than a scribe. Of course, this doctor is not that doctor. I personally think that Mr. Dong has been practicing medicine for most of his life, and he is more than enough to be a chief physician." Shen Tang joked, seeing that Mr. Dong seemed to understand. Understand, try to use words he can understand, "Literary scholars belong to literature, and brave warriors belong to martial arts. In your case, you belong to medicine, which is independent of the civil and military system. You can simply think of doctors as literati and warriors, and the latter are active in the battlefield. Hall, the former is based in Xinglin."

When Shen Tang said this, Dr. Dong understood a little bit.

"Mr. Dong was frequently tested in his dreams. I guess it was a test for you by the sages and heroes of the Medical Family Temple. You finally passed the test, and the door of the Medical Family Temple was opened for you." Shen Tang did not forget to complain, " It’s just a bit too harsh.”

Dr. Dong never thought of this possibility in his dreams.

He didn't know what the Medical Temple was, but judging from the name, he also knew that this must be the highest holy place for those who study medicine.

The grandson on the side listened to this dumbfounded.

Young people, who doesn’t envy literary scholars/valiant warriors? Their grandfather became a doctor equal to them?

He couldn't help but murmured: "Why didn't I?"

The young man did not have the foundation to cultivate, so he could not become a literary scholar or a brave warrior. It was impossible not to envy others. His grandfather taught him not to aim too high, but to be down-to-earth and learn from his old man's abilities and skills.

Even if his medical skills are not improved in the end, he will not die of hunger.

The young man's heart was alive again and his eyes were shining.

Dr. Dong also thought of this.

The brain of a young body is very good. As soon as this idea came into his mind, the memory that was quietly huddled in the corner flipped over instantly, and he found the answer in the blink of an eye: "Because it's not enough."

Shen Tang was also curious: "What's not enough?"

The grandson also pulled his sleeve eagerly.

"Is it because my grandson's medical skills are not enough?"

Dr. Dong sighed: "How many people have you cured?"

He remembered the scene of his first dream.

Over the years, he rarely dreamed of his time as an apprentice.

But I had a rare dream that day. At that time, I was following the old lady next door, holding a bunch of bacon prepared by my parents and some dried fish in my hands. The old lady had something wrong with her legs and feet, and she had a dull pain when it came to windy and rainy days. The pace is very slow.

She whispered in his ear: "My child, when you come to the door, you must remember to speak sweetly and shout loudly when you open your mouth. If you see any work, do it and don't be lazy. You must treat the person as your biological father and kiss him." Only people can teach you your true skills. Your sister has asked you to find out that his son died a few years ago and there is no one to learn his skills. You must be smart! Do you understand? 】

The young doctor Dong nodded heavily.

The "aunt" in the old lady's mouth is her daughter.

Married to a family in the town.

Half a year ago, an old doctor moved in next door to my husband's house.

The two families moved around a lot, and the neighbors came to know that this old doctor came from the Palace Medical Office. He had a lot of savings and good skills, but he had an eccentric personality. When he was working in the palace, two of his grandchildren at home occasionally caught cold, so they were invited by his son. The cheap quack doctor used the wrong medicine and died. Not long after, he lost his wife and son...

Old doctors easily refuse to treat people.

When I am lonely, I also lament that I have no one to inherit my desolation.

My sister heard about this and recommended Dr. Dong.

So, he came to the door with Shu Xiu in hand.

The old doctor's character was indeed eccentric and difficult to take care of.

Dr. Dong served him respectfully for several years, posing as if he was going to provide for him in his old age. Only then did he relent. While teaching him, he took him everywhere to see people, some for free and some for a fee. He was always there.

Watch carefully from the sidelines.

When he was almost done with his studies, the old doctor also came to an end. He spent the last half of the year on the hospital bed. He was very weak and had to dictate everything while lying on the bed. Dr. Dong was always respectful and filial, wiping his back, dressing him and feeding him.

Do it yourself.

One day, the old doctor suddenly became energetic.

He was able to do it by himself without any support. He raised his hand to greet the apprentice who came in to fetch water, and rarely smiled.

【Daoer, come.】

【Why is Master up?】

Dr. Dong put the basin aside.

The old doctor stretched out his hand to him: "Check the pulse."

Dr. Dong was confused and puzzled, but he still did as he was told.

Old doctor: [Remember this pulse.]

Dr. Dong felt that something was not good, and his heart trembled.

He knelt down in front of the old doctor's bed with a bang.

The old doctor held his shoulders tightly, not as strong as a person with no pulse, and said seriously: "Do you remember?"

【Remember, remember!】

【Keep it in mind!】

After saying these words, the old doctor seemed to be deflated, his strength dropped off a cliff, and his face was full of fatigue. He directed the old doctor Dong to get the shroud he had prepared long ago, put it on, lay back down, and calmly accepted what was coming.

of death.

After half an hour, I stopped breathing.

He took care of the old doctor's posthumous affairs and returned home after completing his studies. Because he was born in a poor family, he did not have a good family background. Even the old doctor said that his talent was not very good. With his three-legged cat skills, no one wanted to be an apprentice in the palace.

.No rich people came to see him for medical treatment, only common people. At first, he was not well-known and could only find patients by himself. Later, he moved around to make a living.

Many years later, he had to admit that his master's judgment was right. His talent was indeed limited. His only advantage was that he lived a long life, saw a lot, had rich experience, and encountered all kinds of difficult and complicated diseases. His experience made up for those shortcomings.

As I get older, my medical skills become more refined.

Accustomed to seeing all kinds of things in the world, he suddenly understood why his master's character was so weird and inhumane. It was because they were learning medical skills, not the magic of life and death, human flesh and bones. Even the most exquisite medical skills have limited effects, and there are so many bodies in the world.

A patient who suffers from a disease but has no financial resources has to make a living even though he has the ability to treat the disease. However, his choice is different from that of his teacher.

The poor people are often exempted from medical expenses and occasionally receive medication.

He looked at his skinny grandson, sighed, felt guilty, and touched his young and ignorant grandson: "Don't imitate grandpa in the future."

I feel sorry for myself, but I feel sorry for my family.

It could have allowed the children to live a better life. No matter how bad things were, they could have had a few more meals and a stable place to live.

Life continued to be miserable.

One day, Dr. Dong was on his way with his grandson.

Grandfather and grandson were sitting under a tree by the roadside to rest.
To be continued...