Chapter 907 907: This is what doctors are like [Please vote]
Shen Tang has never heard an answer more explosive than this.
"Five years? Is it like this every day?"
Based on the lessons learned by Lin Feng and Bei Jiu, Shen Tang also figured out the routine. Mr. Dong should have opened the medical temple by accident.
It’s just that 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 closed-off and had not revealed his words for so many years.
“It’s not like this every day.” Dr. Dong explained, “One day out of every ten days, I have other dreams.”
He felt that such useless dreams were a waste of time.
He can continue to think about the problems he couldn't figure out during the day in his dreams, and the learning results are remembered 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 ears, the energy and physical strength are not as strong as in the prime of life, the memory is declining, and the thinking is not as good as that of young people in medical clinics. He felt deeply powerless against this state, no one except life, old age, sickness 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 hospital are soldiers and brave men besides ordinary people. I have a lot of contact with warriors. As soon as he heard the words "Medical Temple", his intuition told him that his inexplicable return to his prime might be related to this.
I heard 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/valiant warriors he has seen are truly old, not young. That is middle age. Could it be that he himself——
Dr. Dong lowered his head and looked at his right hand.
Tight, delicate, flawless, and elastic, the vitality spreads throughout the limbs with the beating pulse, as if the previous relaxation and darkness were all an illusion. This hand was steadier and stronger than he remembered in his prime, and there was no longer uncontrollable hand shaking or sudden numbness. 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."
Dr. Dong felt slightly depressed: "That is?"
"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 scholar Those who belong to literature and bravery 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. The latter is active in the battlefield and 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 He also complained, "It's just too harsh."
Dr. Dong never thought of this possibility.
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 in stunned silence.
Young people, who doesn’t envy literary scholars/valiant warriors? His grandfather became a doctor equal to them?
He couldn't help but murmur: "Why don't I?"
The young man does not have the foundation to practice. He cannot become a literary scholar or a courageous warrior. It is said that he does not envy others. Impossible. Grandpa taught him not to aim too high, but to learn his abilities and skills in a down-to-earth manner.
Even if the 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 easy to use. 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?"
Grandson also pulled on 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.
For so many 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 and some dried fish prepared by my parents. The old lady has something wrong with her legs and feet, which causes a dull pain on windy and rainy days, so her pace is very slow.
She whispered in his ear: [Baby, after you come to the door, you must remember to be sweet, open your mouth and shout loudly, do whatever work you see, do it, don't be lazy. You have to treat people as your biological father and kiss them, and then they will teach you your true skills. Your sister helped you 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 "sister" the old lady calls is her daughter.
Married to a family in the town.
Six months ago, an old doctor moved 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 a weird personality. When he was working in the palace, two of his grandchildren at home accidentally caught cold. The cheap quack doctor hired by his son gave them the wrong medicine and died. Not long after, he lost his wife and his son...
The old doctor easily refused to treat people.
When I am lonely, I also feel that my knees are desolate and there is no one to inherit.
My sister heard about this and recommended Dr. Dong.
So, he came to the door with Shu Xiu in hand.
The old doctor is indeed eccentric and difficult to maintain.
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. Let him watch carefully every time.
When he was almost done with his studies, the old doctor also came to an end. I spent the last half of the year in bed. I was very weak and had to dictate everything while lying in bed. Dr. Dong was always respectful and filial, doing everything he could by himself, wiping his back, dressing him and feeding him.
One day, the old doctor suddenly became energetic.
I can sit up on my own without support. I raise my hand to greet the apprentice who comes in to fetch water, and rarely smiles.
[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 confused, but he still did as he was told.
Old doctor: [Remember this pulse condition. 】
Dr. Dong felt 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 and lay down Go back and accept your coming death calmly.
Half an hour later, I stopped breathing.
He took care of the old doctor’s funeral affairs and returned home after completing his studies. Because he was born into a poor family, he did not have a good family background. Even the old doctor said that his talent was not very good, and no one wanted him 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 had to 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 long, saw a lot, had rich experience, and encountered all kinds of difficult and complicated diseases. Experience makes up for those shortcomings.
As I get older, my medical skills become more refined.
Having seen 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. No matter how exquisite medical skills are, the effect is limited, and there are many patients in the world who are suffering from diseases but have no financial resources. Although they have the ability to treat them, they still have to make a living. However, his choice was different from that of the teacher.
He often waives medical fees for poor people and occasionally provides medicine.
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 continues to be miserable.
One day, Dr. Dong was on the road with his grandson.
Grandpa and grandson were sitting under a tree by the roadside to rest.
While he was wiping his sweat, an old, serious and old-fashioned man came up the road, carrying a medicine box on his back. Dr. Dong felt that the other party's face was familiar, but he really couldn't remember it. After all, thirty or forty years have passed since his youth.
The old man also practices medicine.
He asked: [Later, how many years have you been practicing medicine? 】
Dr. Dong couldn't laugh or cry when he heard the term "younger generation". The two of them were standing together. It was unclear who was older. He said: "It must be thirty-four years old." 】
He became an apprentice at the age of seventeen, five years of apprenticeship, and five years of study.
Thirty-four years have passed since then.
The old man smiled and said: [I have a unique skill here, but it has been in decline for many years and I have no disciples or grandchildren. Today I see you are destined, do you want to inherit my mantle? 】
Dr. Dong was stunned: [Passing on the mantle? 】
Then he laughed: [I don’t want to play tricks on others. I stand with you and call you ‘brother’. You have to call me ‘old brother’. You have to find a young person to pass on the mantle. Why do you want to find someone who can be buried with half of his body? 】
It’s hard to say which of them will be buried first.
The old man was rejected but showed no sign of anger, saying: [Who said half of your body was buried in the ground? I can read faces. If I look at your face, you are a person who lives a long life. It’s too late. 】
Seeing his serious expression, Dr. Dong subconsciously thought of his master's appearance before his death, and couldn't bear to say the second refusal. He mistakenly thought that the old man was like his master. The old man seemed to be able to see through his mind and burst into laughter.
Mr. Dong said: [Why are you laughing so much? 】
The old man said: [You will know later. ]
Dr. Dong: […]
The old man asked again: [You have been practicing medicine for thirty-four years. Do you still remember how many people you have treated in your life? 】
Dr. Dong shook his head: [How can I remember? 】
There were too many, he couldn’t remember them all.
The old man was very satisfied with this answer: [I can’t learn this unique skill without studying it for five years, following others for five years, and practicing medicine alone for five years. I can treat thousands of diseases. 】
Dr. Dong obviously meets all the conditions.
Hearing these study conditions, Dr. Dong's mood became even more complicated. He couldn't help teasing and joking: "Who can be a bad doctor after these fifteen years of hard work?" Those with talent can stand on their own. The threshold for my father-in-law's unique knowledge is high, so it's no wonder that his family is in decline. 】
The old man smiled and said: [You will understand later. 】
Dr. Dong asked: [What do you understand? 】
【Life and death, flesh and bones, why not! 】
After the old man finished speaking, a strange wind blew, making people unable to open their eyes. Dr. Dong raised his hand to cover his eyes. When the wind stopped, where was the old man around? This horrifying scene made Dr. Dong wake up from his dream, and he later thought about it——
Could the old man’s face be that of his master?
[Could it be that the deadline is approaching? 】
Dr. Dong took a sip of herbal tea and looked out the window at the dark night. He hadn't dreamed about the old man in many years. At this age, dreaming about an old friend who had passed away long ago was not a good sign.
Just after a few months of waiting, my body is as good as ever.
Started having strange dreams every night.
The medical records that I have read during the day will appear in my dreams.
There will also be notes on the teaching and examination papers on the table.
In the beginning, it was all about the simple names, properties, efficacy, and pharmacology of the medicinal materials. Then, he was asked to test the prescriptions and applications related to each medicinal material, or to give a general function and ask him to write down at least how many similar medicinal materials. Various pulse conditions, meridians and acupuncture points...
These are relatively simple.
What is even more troublesome are the various medical records.
These are all good things that can only be found but cannot be found.
Dr. Dong can say with certainty that not even the medical department's warehouse has been able to complete these questions comprehensively, not to mention that there will be various pulse diseases in the future. Ask him how to diagnose, how to treat, how to prescribe, including internal and external gynecology and pediatrics... …
The topic also cuts into different directions from looking, hearing, asking and doing.
How can the traditional master-disciple inheritance be so standardized?
Mr. Dong is good at treating patients, but he can catch people blind during exams.
In addition to being able to handle it with ease at the beginning, he failed the exam again and again, which made him embarrassed. Every time I finish the exam in my dream, I go to look up information and read medical books during the day. I keep the answers if I don’t have them. If I have the answers, I use the questions to embarrass the apprentices in the medical clinic...
It's not like he didn't know that the apprentice was scared after seeing him.
But what?
Isn’t this the case for studying medicine? Even his face looked frightened, and he didn't even know these problems. How could he save lives and heal the wounded in the future?
My grandson turned pale when he heard this.
Shen Tang was speechless: "Five years of study, five years of seeing others, five years of practicing medicine alone, treating thousands of patients... it's more demanding than imagined... Fifteen years to start?"
According to Dr. Dong, doctors must first meet these conditions to enter the profession, and then pass the torturous exam in the dream, and only then can they obtain the qualification certificate issued by the doctor. Once qualified for formal practice, future achievements all depend on personal destiny.
This is just the basic introduction!
The way doctors practice medicine is to practice medicine. In the process of practicing medicine, when a doctor reaches the bottleneck of practice, he must undergo staged assessments. Only by passing the assessment can he break through the bottleneck and continue to improve...
Rao Chu Yao also listened. Numb.
Dr. Dong thinks it is very reasonable.
"It's easy to kill ten people, but it's difficult to save one."
He recalled the night when he passed the exam. The old man showed up and congratulated himself with a smile, and said: [This is how our medical family is, not as bad as other families. Picky. 】
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In the article, the old Chinese doctor asked his students to touch his terminal pulse before he died. This is a real example. This kind of lineage is really touching.
(End of this chapter)