Chapter 907 907: This is how doctors are

"Five years? Is this happening every day?"

With the lessons of Lin Feng and Beijiu, Chen Tang also figured out the routine. Mr. Dong should have accidentally opened the Medical Temple.

But she didn't expect the doctor's temple to be so strict.

Five years, five years of hard exams!

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

No matter how big the old man Dong is, he should realize that something is wrong.

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

"It's not like this every day," explained Dr. Dong, "Every ten days, one day is to have other dreams."

He felt that this useless dream was a waste of time.

He can continue to think about the problem that he can't figure out during the day. He can remember the learning results particularly firmly, but it will be different in reality. In reality, he is aging and elderly, his eyes are blurred, his back is not as energetic and physical strength as his senior year, his memory is declining, and his thinking is not as good as that of a young man in a clinic. He feels powerless about this state, and he is born, old, sick and die, without exception.

In comparison, his dream state made him linger.

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

Chen Tang: "...I'll give you one day off for ten days?"

She almost didn't know where to start complaining.

"Haha, the doctor's temple is still very good..."

Although Dr. Dong is an ordinary person, except for ordinary people, most of the patients in the clinic are soldiers and have a lot of contact with martial artists. When he heard the four words "Doctor Temple", he intuition told him that his inexplicable return to his prime may be related to this.

I heard that literary spirit/martial spirit can keep people young forever, and they will gradually show their oldness until the internal breath is exhausted. None of the literary and intellectual scholars/martial brave warriors he has ever met are really old, either young or middle-aged. Could it be that he is also-

Dr. Dong looked down at his right hand.

Tight, delicate, flawless, elastic, and vigorous vitality spreading to the limbs and bones with the beating pulse, as if the slack and dullness of the previous ones were illusions. This hand was more stable and powerful than in his memory, and he never shook his hands uncontrollably or suddenly numb his hands. 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 was feeling a little nervous.

"What does Shen Jun mean is I also a scholar?"

Chen Tang shook his head and denied his speculation: "No."

Dr. Dong was in a slight mood: "That's it?"

"It is better to be a doctor than a literati. Of course, this doctor is not that doctor. I personally think that Mr. Dong practices medicine for most of his life and is more than enough to be a chief physician." Chen Tang teased, and when he sees Mr. Dong that he seems to understand, he tries to use what he can understand, "A literati is a literary man, and a brave man is a martial man. In this case, you are a doctor, independent of the civil and military system. You can simply think that a doctor is a literati and warrior, the latter is active in the battlefield court, and the former is based in Xinglin."

After Chen Tang said this, Dr. Dong understood a little.

"Old Dong is frequently tested in his dreams. I guess that should be the test of the heroic souls of the wise men of the doctor's temple. You finally passed the test, and the gate of the doctor's temple was opened for you." Chen Tang did not forget to complain, "It's just a little too harsh."

Dr. Dong never dreamed of this possibility.

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

The grandson beside him listened to these things in a daze.

Young people, who doesn’t envy the literary scholars/violent martial artists? My grandfather has become a doctor who exists the same as them?

He couldn't help but murmur: "Why don't I?"

A young man did not have the roots of cultivation, could not become a literary scholar, nor could he be a brave warrior. It is impossible to say that he did not envy others. Grandpa taught him not to be ambitious, learn his skills down-to-earth and have a skill.

Even if you don’t have any medical skills in the end, you won’t starve to death.

The boy's heart resurfaced and his eyes shone brightly.

Dr. Dong also thought of this.

The young body's brain works very well. He just had this idea in his mind. The memory that quietly shrank in the corner flipped in an instant, and found the answer in the blink of an eye: "Because it's not enough."

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

The grandson also anxiously pulled his sleeve.

"It's not enough that my grandson's medical skills?"

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

He remembered the scene of his first dream.

Over the years, he rarely dreamed of being an apprentice.

But I rarely dreamed that day. At that time, I was following the old lady next door, carrying a bunch of bacon prepared by her parents and a few dried fish in my hand. The old lady had problems with her legs and feet, and she felt a little painful when it was stormy, so she was very slow.

She whispered in his ear: [Baby, after coming to the door, remember to be sweet-mouthed, open your mouth and shout loudly, and do whatever work you see, don’t be lazy. You have to treat people as your father and kiss them, so that they will teach you real skills. Your sister has asked you for inquiries. He died a few years ago, and no one has learned all his skills. You must be smart! Do you understand?]

The young Dr. Dong focused on the key points.

The "sister" mentioned by the old lady is her daughter.

Married to someone in the town.

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

After the two families moved a lot, the neighbors found out that the old doctor was from the Palace Medical Bureau. He had a lot of savings and good abilities, but he had a strange personality. When he was working in the palace, two grandchildren at home felt cold and were treated with the wrong medicine by the cheap quack doctor invited by his son, and died. Not long after, he lost his wife and son...

The old doctor easily refuses to treat people.

When I am lonely, I feel sad that no one can inherit the desolation.

When my sister heard about this, she recommended Dr. Dong.

So he came to the door with Shu Xiu.

The old doctor has a strange and difficult personality to serve.

Dr. Dong served him respectfully for several years and acted as if he was giving him a caregiver to the other party and finally fell into a basin. The other party let him go and taught him while treating others. There were free and paid ones, so he would always watch him carefully.

When he learned almost the same, the old doctor also came to an end. The last six months were spent on the sickbed, and he was very weak and he could teach everything dictatedly in bed. Dr. Dong was always respectful and filial, rubbed his back and dressed and fed, and did it himself.

One day, the old doctor suddenly became energetic.

He can do it himself without helping him. He raised his hand to greet his apprentice who came in with water, and he rarely smiled.

【Daoer, come.】

【Why did Master get up?】

Dr. Dong put the basin aside.

The old doctor stretched out his hand at him: [Take the pulse.]

Dr. Dong was confused and puzzled, and still did what he said.

Old Doctor: [Remember this pulse.]

Dr. Dong felt it was not very good and his heart was shocked.

He kneeled in front of the old doctor's sickbed with a bang.

The old doctor held his shoulder tightly, his strength was not as strong as a person with a vein. He said seriously: [Did you remember it?]

【Remember, remember!】

【Remember it firmly!】

After saying these words, the old doctor seemed to be deflated with a sharp drop in strength, his face was full of fatigue. He directed Dr. Dong to take the shroud he had prepared long ago, put it on, and then lay back, calmly accepting the impending death.

After half an hour, my breathing stopped.

He handled his posthumous funeral for the old doctor and returned home after his studies. Because of his poor background, he did not have a good family background. Even the old doctor said that he had a poor talent, and no one wanted to go to the palace office to be an apprentice. No rich people came to see him for treatment, and only common people. At first, he had no fame and could only find patients by himself, and then he traveled 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 long, saw a lot, had rich experience, and had encountered all kinds of difficult and complicated diseases. Experience made up for those shortcomings.

He is older and has excellent medical skills.

When he was used to the various aspects of the world, he suddenly understood why the Master's personality was so strange and unkind, because they learned medical skills, not immortal arts of life, death, human flesh and bones. No matter how exquisite medical skills are, the effects are limited, and there are many patients in the world who are sick but have no financial resources. Even though he has the ability to treat, he still has to make a living. However, his choice is different from that of the teacher.

I often avoid the poor and poor people's medical treatment and occasionally apply medicine.

He looked at his thin grandson, sighed, felt guilty, and touched his young and ignorant grandson: [Don't learn from his grandfather in the future.]

I am worthy of myself, but I am sorry for my family.

It could have made the child live a better life, and even if it is not good, he could have a few more meals and a safe place to live.

Life continues to be poor and destitute.

One day, Dr. Dong took his grandson to his journey.

Grandpa and grandson sit under the tree by the roadside to rest.

He was wiping his sweat, and an old-fashioned, serious and stern old man came up on the way, with the other party carrying a medicine box. Dr. Dong felt that the other party's face was a little familiar, but he really couldn't remember it. After all, it had been thirty or forty years since his youth.

The old man also practices medicine.

He asked: [Young people, how many years have you practiced medicine?]

When Dr. Dong heard the name "younger", he was a little amused and laughed. They stood together, and who might be older. He said, "It must be thirty-four years."

At the age of seventeen, he became a disciple, five years of apprenticeship, and five years of learning skills.
To be continued...