No one can disturb my retirement life in the Red Mansion

"Queen!" Zhang Zhongjing was a little sweaty. What could he do? He was just a minor official, and he had not joined any sect. If he really offended the alchemist group, it would be no different from offending Queen Wu. It would be even worse, because Sun Quan would at most drag him out and kill him, but when the alchemist group got involved, the shady methods they used were disgusting, and they could not kill him.

"Well, I'm poisoned, so many people shouldn't be able to see it, right?" Ou Mengmeng decided to ask something practical.

Many doctors came to see her, but she never refused them all, and she was not worried. Basically, no one is healthy. Even in the 21st century, there is still a term called sub-health. Everyone has some kind of illness.

No matter what Wu Guotai said, she had lived past the average age, so it was even more impossible for her to be healthy. When someone came, she stretched out her hand and let them look at it. In the end, no one said that she had erysipelas, and no one said that she was sick. This was interesting. Was it because others were not good enough, or was it because the alchemist was so powerful?

Zhang Zhongjing had understood it before, otherwise, he would not have bitten her to death. This was because Guo Tai had a special physique.

Seeing Zhang Zhongjing like this, Ou Mengmeng understood that the old man was more conscientious than most people. Others didn't dare to say it, but he still took the risk and said it, which showed that in terms of medical ethics, he was much better than the doctors who had seen him.

However, Ou Mengmeng would not hesitate any longer. She was absolutely sure that if Sun Quan took action, these guys would regret being born into this world. The person they killed was Sun Quan's own mother who helped him ascend to the throne. How could her aunt be compared to her?

Ou Mengmeng thought about it, looking at Zhang Zhongjing, the industry master! The principle of "differentiation and treatment" established by it is the basic principle of clinical Chinese medicine and the soul of Chinese medicine. However, this little courage, his mind is all used in research, right? Think about it, "Will Master Zhang be willing to accept a disciple?"

"What?" Zhang Zhongjing was stunned. He was talking about the elixir formula, so how did he end up recruiting disciples?

"Master Zhang has a lot of medical skills, don't you want to have a successor?" Ou Mengmeng tempted. She knew Zhang Zhongjing would agree, because in essence, he was not a doctor, but a scholar. Yes, Zhang Zhongjing was a scholar at heart. You see, he wrote books and wrote articles, and he also sat in the clinic to diagnose pulses in order to collect more cases. Does this look like the proficiency of the later generations of scholars? He created a system, which is not available to traditional doctors.

As the saying goes, you need to be educated to do anything. When an educated person comes out, he is really an expert. So Ou Mengmeng met so many doctors, but she didn't talk to any of them about taking a disciple. But when she saw Zhang Zhongjing, she finally spoke up.

"Reporting to the Queen Mother, I was just thinking about writing a book..." Zhang Zhongjing hesitated for a moment. He actually felt that it was a bit troublesome to accept a disciple, and he also wanted to write a book. How could he have the time to teach a disciple?

"Want to write a book? You just don't mind sharing your experience, right? Besides, I don't want you to teach me one-on-one. It's too much trouble, and I'll be embarrassed if I can't teach you. It's not good for you or your apprentice. Governor Zhou is running the National Medical Hall now. We have many doctors and pharmacists, so I want to recruit a group of five or six-year-old children. They are not direct disciples, but how should I put it? It's a training class for direct disciples." Ou Mengmeng took out a sand table and explained her plan for the medical school. At this time, Cai Hou paper was already available, which was also known to be smooth and suitable for writing. However, the quality of the paper was still poor, and the books Ou Mengmeng read were mainly bamboo slips. She was used to writing on the blackboard, so she couldn't write on silk for him to read, right? So, she took a lacquer tray, put fine sand on it, and wrote on it.

She didn't stay here for nothing these days. Except for not deciding on a manager, she had already thought of everything else.

For example, children aged five or six have a teacher to teach them. Besides learning to read, they follow the pharmacist to learn how to plant, collect and make medicine. The imperial hospital's medical assistants and medical workers can slowly teach them some simple medical theories, and then select the students who are suitable for medical studies and train them. This is called the advanced class. In the advanced class, students can learn some general medical theories, and then they can select the students who are suitable for them and train them as their own disciples.

"And those who were eliminated before can also become herbal farmers, pharmacists, and medicine workers?" Zhang Zhongjing nodded. This was very appropriate, but he still shook his head. He had been a local official and knew the local area well. "However, this would cost a lot of money. Nowadays, who has the money to train their children like this? If you are willing to pay this fee, it is better to let the children learn something else."

"I'll pay for it. As for the students, they are orphans in the streets. With the wars every year, the last thing in the streets is orphans. Both men and women will be accepted, and they will learn to grow herbs, identify herbs, extract herbs, and make medicine. It is a skill after all. They will become talented in three to five years. Those herbs can be sold to Zhongmou. This way, it will be a virtuous cycle."

"The Emperor is so kind and has benefited the people." Zhang Zhongjing stood up and bowed again. The Emperor's school was actually a way for those orphans to make a living. No matter whether they could learn or not, it was better than dying. (During the Eastern Han Dynasty, there was a female doctor system, so female doctors were not very common, but they were not special. They were not a lowly profession like in Korea.)
"I don't think my money will last long, so I have to ask Zhongmou for some money. For example, the military doctors, medical attendants, and medical workers in his army can all go to the school for training. They don't count as disciples. You and the doctors will summarize a set of practical methods in the army. Then we will divide them into classes for training and ask him to charge the training fees. Later, I and those ladies will raise funds and we will be able to keep the school going. In this way, you can also write the book you want to write with many like-minded doctors, and teach a large number of students by the way." Ou Mengmeng increased her efforts to deceive.

Sun Shangxiang was listening at the side and felt her heart pounding. She thought her mother was truly wise. She cared so much about the world and the orphans.

Zhang Zhongjing was also fooled and nodded hurriedly. He had been a local official and was familiar with managing people and affairs. As long as the old lady fooled him a little, he almost understood what she meant. The two of them discussed various things in the study together.

With the old lady's several generations of experience in running schools, coupled with Zhang Zhongjing's management skills, the two of them became more and more in tune with each other as they talked. Ou Mengmeng deeply felt that it was no wonder that this man could become a medical saint, he was truly amazing.

When the conversation was almost over, Zhang Zhongjing accompanied Ou Mengmeng for dinner and thought about Ou Mengmeng, "Isn't the Queen Mother worried about her health?"

The main thing is that from the time he diagnosed her till now, they only cared about whether there was something wrong with the medicine. As for whether it could cure her disease or how to cure it, they didn't care. This made the old doctor feel a little confused. (End of this chapter)