Taoyan Village Doctor

Chapter 2 Pass the Preliminaries

The next day, Henry Zhang brought Li Bingyan and his daughters to the Imperial Medical College.

There is a pair of couplets hanging on the left and right sides of the gate: "One point of spirituality asks Bian Que to be a good hand after rebirth".

Henry Zhang smiled slightly. It seemed that the people in the Imperial Medical College were very proud. The meaning of this couplet was that Bian Que would praise the Imperial Medical College for his rejuvenation when he was reborn.

After entering the academy, there are already dozens of people present, and they all seem to be experts from various provincial hospitals.

"Hi everyone, welcome to the Imperial Medical College."

A charming and beautiful woman came over, it was Zhang Wanqing whom I met yesterday.

"Today, everyone can get familiar with the environment here. This is the tea house, this is the pharmacy, this is the academy, and the back is your lounge. You can visit them all. I hope you have a pleasant day."

After Zhang Wanqing finished speaking, seeing Henry Zhang with silver hair standing out among the crowd, she nodded with a smile and left.

I didn't expect the first day to come, it was not a competition.

Henry Zhang has no interest in the pharmacy. At most, there are some wonderful folk prescriptions in ancient medical books, but they are not as developed as modern medicine. Seeing that everyone is rushing for treasures, Henry Zhang feels bored and walks into the most deserted teahouse alone.

The tea house is full of antique decorations, and the mahogany chairs for people are estimated to be hundreds of years old.

As soon as he entered the door, the tea was fragrant, and Henry Zhang saw an old man making tea by a small stove.

"It's so fragrant, master, what kind of tea is this?" Henry Zhang asked curiously.

The old man glanced at Henry Zhang from the corner of his eyes, did not answer, and concentrated on pouring hot water on the tea leaves, as if there was nothing bigger than making tea.

The old man always had a weird temper, Henry Zhang didn't take it to heart, and sat swaggeringly on the mahogany chair.

When the tea was ready, the old man poured two small cups out of the Usha teacup, and raised his hand to signal Henry Zhang that it was time to drink.

Henry Zhang took a sip, felt his tongue was full of fluid, and the fragrance was faint, his eyes lit up: "Good tea."

"But like Pu'er, it's not so bitter, like Maojian, but not so sweet, what kind of tea is this?" Henry Zhang asked.

The old man smiled complacently: "You have some knowledge. This is a tea tree grafted by Maojian and Pu'er that I planted myself. How about it? Is it delicious?"

Taohua Village was also the first to grow tea. Henry Zhang used to drink boiled water for fun when he was a child. He is very familiar with all kinds of tea. He has never drunk this kind of tea.

The old man took a sip slowly, and asked again: "Everyone else is reading books, taking medicine and studying, why do you come here to pass the time?"

Henry Zhang laughed: "Those things are useless to me."

"You're so young, so breathless." The old man stretched his face and said, "Those are the treasures of our ancestors for thousands of years, you still don't like them?"

Henry Zhang looked at the old man, and answered the wrong question: "Master, I don't need to feel the pulse to know that you are sick."

He had seen the condition of the old man's body with his clairvoyant eyes.

"Well, tell me, what's wrong with me?" The old man said after taking a sip of tea.

"I think you have advanced liver cancer." Henry Zhang said seriously.

The old man's tea drinking hands trembled slightly, and he raised his head to look at Henry Zhang: "Where did you see it?"

"This is a secret, and I have a way to cure you." Henry Zhang smiled.

"Hey, the old man lived to be more than 80 years old, which is enough. Don't comfort me, kid." The old man said with a sigh.

"You don't believe it? Let me try."

After Henry Zhang finished speaking, he put his hand on the old man's liver.

After a while, a warm current rushed in, and the old man felt very smooth all over.

After the warm current passed, Henry Zhang asked: "Teacher, take your own pulse to see if there are any symptoms of liver cancer?"

The old man hurriedly took his own pulse, and saw that the pulse was smooth and stable, how could he look like a person with cancer?

"Boy, the old man really wants to thank you very much! Tell me how much you want!" The old man said excitedly holding Henry Zhang.

"Thank you, just treat it as your reward for inviting me to drink good tea." Henry Zhang smiled.

"You are young, you can save someone from cancer in an instant, and you don't need to pay back, okay!" The old man laughed and walked straight away from the tea house.

What a strange old man.

Henry Zhang smiled, seeing that there is a lot of good tea here, he lighted a cigarette and tasted tea happily.

Early the next morning, all the candidates for the selection gathered in the courtyard. Zhang Wanqing nodded her head and said, "Today we will start the first stage of the competition. Please invite the dean of our School of Imperial Medicine to speak."

I don't know what the dean of Zhongzhou No. [-] Medical Academy looks like. Everyone looked at the stand respectfully, hoping to make a good impression.

At this time, an old man came up.

Henry Zhang took a look, isn't this the old man who made tea in the tea house yesterday?

The old man said: "Hi everyone, I am Li Shizhen, the dean of the Academy of Imperial Medicine. This year's competition is still going on as in previous years. The first level is to diagnose difficult diseases, the second level is to compare treatment methods, and the third level is slightly changed. Keep it a secret for now."

The old man saw the silver-haired Henry Zhang in the crowd, smiled and said: "But this year, there is a contestant who can directly enter the third level without participating in the first two levels."

"Who is so lucky?"

"Yeah, to be taken care of by the dean, it's not a happy life." Everyone discussed in succession.

The old man coughed twice, and said: "Henry Henry has passed, directly enter the third level."

Unexpectedly, the old man is the dean of the Royal Medical College, Li Shizhen, and Henry Zhang smiled, so it’s better not to compare, so as to save trouble.

"Henry Zhang, you are so good, how did you directly enter the finals!" Liang Yun envied beside him.

Henry Zhang said the matter again, and Liang Yun sighed.

Henry Zhang's direct clearance also aroused the jealousy of many people.

Seeing Henry Zhang's relaxed look, Li Mo gritted his teeth with hatred. This dead pervert even touched her chest, and he must chop off his hand in the future.

Henry Zhang didn't need to participate in the first two games, and wandered leisurely in the Academy of Imperial Medicine.

"Brother-in-law, your hand touched my chest, two lumps of soft bumps..." Henry Zhang hummed the dirty jokes in the village.

"Henry Zhang, what are you singing, it's so embarrassing."

Zhang Wanqing, a teacher who passed by, heard it, and blushed and criticized: "This is in the Royal Medical College, and you have to watch your words and deeds in the future."

She thought that Henry Zhang didn't need to participate in the first two games, and the villain would succeed.

"Hmm." Henry Zhang smiled.

"Doctor Zhang, here is a female patient. It's a gynecological disease. Go and have a look." A nurse came over and said.

"Yes." Zhang Wanqing promised to leave.

Henry Zhang said: "Mr. Zhang, I will be fine, let's study with you too."

Zhang Wanqing thought for a while and said, "Okay, come with me."

Entering the outpatient department of the imperial hospital, it was also decorated with antique flavors. A woman was sitting at the mahogany clinic table and waiting.

"Dr. Zhang, you are here, my illness..."

Seeing a silver-haired man coming in with Li Wanqing, the woman felt embarrassed to speak.

"It's okay, this is our new student, Wen Li, don't worry." Zhang Wanqing said.

Looking at the medical records on the table, this woman is Jiang Wenli, the wife of a ministerial cadre.

She is 38 years old this year, but she looks convex and warped, with smooth skin, just like a little girl. I have to say that this official wife is well maintained.

Especially the pair of black stockings on the jade feet, Henry Zhang couldn't help but take a second look.

Jiang Wenli frowned, and told about her illness. It turned out that she went to the sauna once, but after returning, her lower face was very itchy, and she also had some red rashes. She went to the Royal Hospital to see her last time.

"Did you take all the medicine I prescribed for you last time?" Zhang Wanqing asked.

"I ate them all, but there was no effect at all." Jiang Wenli was helpless.

"This is strange." Zhang Wanqing thought about it, but there was no other good way.

Henry Zhang looked at it and said: "Mr. Zhang, I used to be a doctor of gynecology, can you let me try."

"You are a male doctor, no." Before Zhang Wanqing could speak, Jiang Wenli blushed and refused.

Zhang Wanqing can't help it, if it can't be cured, it will smash the signboard of the Royal Hospital. After thinking about Henry Zhang's uniqueness, he persuaded: "Wen Li, why don't you let Henry Zhang try."

With a blushing pretty face, Jiang Wenli hesitated again and again, and nodded in agreement.