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Chapter 1469: Medical Tradition [Seeking monthly ticket]

Ning Yan remained silent.

How could she not know that Dong Dao had chosen a path that would lead to his death?
Dong Dao, as a doctor in Xinglin, had no choice, and Ning Yan, who was entrusted with all her master's trust, had no choice either. Whenever someone told Ning Yan that she could save the situation by sacrificing her life, she would never hesitate. She would not hesitate to sacrifice her own life, nor the lives of others, just for the result!
[The ambition of a doctor is to never regret even if he dies nine times. ]

Miao Ne was startled by the sudden response and pressed the hilt of the sword.

Afraid of alerting the doctor in the distance, she shouted angrily, "Who?"

"Someone is talking? What did that person say?" Although she didn't hear any sound, Ning Yan didn't doubt Miao Ne's judgment - there was a stranger nearby? Who was it? Could it be an enemy spy that had not been completely eliminated?
Miao Ne bit her lower lip and calmed down to figure out the direction from which the sound came. Strangely, when she tried to recall it, she forgot what she heard, not to mention the direction. For a moment, she suspected that she was hallucinating...

[No need to look for it, it's here. ]

The apricot tree beside them was enveloped by the breeze.

The apricot blossoms fluttered and turned into an indistinct phantom in an instant. Not only this apricot tree, but all the apricot trees in the entire apricot forest were like this. Looking at the figures, some were similar to Ning Yan and the others, while some had clothes with strange three-dimensional cuts.

Each blurry figure was about ten feet tall.

They floated towards the giant apricot tree as if on a pilgrimage.

It turned into a ray of white light and sank into the tree.

With every additional person, an apricot blossom quietly blooms on the treetops.

"Is the senior still here?"

Miao Ne wanted to find the person she was talking to and have a good conversation to find out what was going on. But these figures ignored her, neither dodged nor dodged, and passed directly through the bodies of Ning Yan and the others. When being passed through by these figures, Miao Ne found that the figures dressed similarly to them had a medicinal scent, while those dressed strangely had a slightly pungent and strange smell, which was not unpleasant.

Gradually, Miao Ne discovered that they were not unconscious.

It seemed that he had noticed that Miao Ne didn't like the smell of disinfectant, so the figure of the apricot tree nearby came over to tease her. She even heard a vague and kind laugh. Miao Ne rubbed her nose and frowned. At this time, an extremely large long-sleeved phantom passed over her head. Seeing this, the other figures turned around. Unlike the other vague figures, He not only stopped, but also curiously bent down to take a closer look.

Judging from the outline, he should be an old man with a long beard.

[I never thought that there would be a successor to my generation. 】

Miao Ne waved his hands and said, "I am not a doctor."

[All beings are equal, and all schools of thought are of one mind. There is no need to distinguish them too clearly.] The old man left these words, smiling and stroking his long beard, his words full of satisfaction. He wanted to stay for a while longer, but a figure passed by with surgical instruments in his arms, [Gentlemen, wait for me.]

A bold guess emerged in Miao Ne's mind.

"Minister, these people are..."

Ning Yan's eyebrows softened: "He should be a medical sage."

The white light transformed from the will of the saints was like jewels that had settled in the long river of time, each of them sparkling and emitting a warm and clear light. Ning Yan didn't know where they came from or where they were going, so she just bowed and respectfully sent the saints off.

Miao Ne also followed suit.

This magnificent scene lasted for half a quarter of an hour until the wind stopped.

The illusions around him gradually dissipated, revealing the real scene.

Miao Ne seemed to have just woken up from a dream. His eyes fell on the Xinglin doctor in the middle. He walked through the crowd and said in a sad voice: "Dong Ling——"

She didn't dare to check Dong Dao's pulse.

Ning Yan suppressed the bitterness in her heart and dared not admit the reality.

Except for those ordinary doctors, all the doctors in Xinglin, including Dong Dao, were silent like monks who had passed away. Except for their ruddy and lively faces, they had no other life. Ning Yan tightly grasped the hilt of the sword, blood spread on the tip of her tongue, and the strong iron smell made her barely maintain a third of her sanity. The general saw the illusion dissipate, and all the missing doctors appeared, and hurried forward to Ning Yan's side.

"I have met Prime Minister Ning."

Ning Yan's body swayed twice, and she managed to stabilize herself before the general reached out to help her. She took a deep breath and said, "Get ready—"

She swallowed the rest of the words back.

She turned her head in disbelief, her eyes falling on Dong Dao through the crowd. If she hadn't sensed it wrong just now, she seemed to hear a very slight, but extremely strong and clear heartbeat in Dong Dao's body? Following this sound, there were more and more!
Dong Dao opened his eyes from a long dream and saw a blurry figure running towards him with snot and tears. He couldn't remember who the person was, but he felt familiar. Until he opened his mouth and cried loudly: "Grandfather!"

Dong Dao blinked.

Oh, it turns out he is his grandson.

Dong Dao moved his stiff body and found that his hands and legs were not sore and numb. It was as if he had taken a hot bath and every pore was breathing freely. He stood up on his knees, and the other doctors woke up.

"Hey, why are you still alive?"

"It seems like I just had a very long dream."

"I vaguely remember it was a nightmare..."

Everyone seemed to have had a long dream, and it was still a bit difficult for them to adapt to reality after leaving the dream. After they adjusted, they exchanged information about their dreams with their colleagues, but they still couldn't believe that they were still in the world. Some even raised their hands and pinched their colleagues' flesh.

"It doesn't hurt. Is it a dream?"

"Isn't that nonsense? You pinched me, of course it doesn't hurt."

As the doctor Xinglin woke up, the other doctors in the medical department also opened their eyes in twos and threes. Unlike the former, they wailed as soon as they woke up, wishing they could hit the ground with their heads. Looking at this messy scene, those who didn't know would think that the source of the disease was caused by them.

Ning Yan calmed herself down and stepped forward to stabilize the situation.

Let the four garrison troops in the prefecture send away the scholars and warriors who were watching.

When Dong Dao and the others woke up, the scene of thousands of auspicious auras above their heads had just ended, and only the red clouds and sunset glow in the sky silently announced the grand scene just now. The onlookers were itching like wild cats living in a nest, but they recognized Ning Yan's presence and did not dare to commit crimes against the wind.

After a while, it was all gone.

Ning Yan then had time to ask Dong Dao for details.

At least find out what they dreamed about.

Why do those doctors in the hospital look so miserable?

It would have been fine if Ning Yan didn't mention it. As soon as she mentioned it, everyone's faces became as colorful as a color palette - including Dong Dao, who was very enthusiastic about the exam.

Dong said: "It's a big test."

Ning Yan: "...Big test?"

An answer I had never thought of.

A doctor from Xinglin couldn't help but cover his eyes. "Those pathogens are really toxic. We introduced them into our bodies and were able to suppress them at first, but when the number increased, we began to have difficulty... Various phantom images kept appearing in front of my eyes... I don't know how I found myself sitting in front of a desk with a hundred-foot-long test paper on it..."

It’s a test without preparation, a closed-book test.

There are more invigilators than candidates.

Other doctors in Xinglin also had the same dream as him.

Ning Yan was shocked: "A test paper that is a hundred feet long?"

How thick is this test paper?

Doctor Xinglin: “…”

The thickness is not the point; the point is that the words on it are very small.

The exam questions all revolved around the source of the disease and other diseases that had been heard of or not, with fill-in-the-blank, multiple-choice, and judgment questions of various types. This left the Xinglin doctors who had passed the examination at the Temple of Physicians helpless, holding their pens in a daze, unable to write a single word.

I subconsciously wanted to turn my head.

Wow, there are tables and desks everywhere.

There are countless examination tables neatly arranged.

Each exam table was assigned a candidate, and the candidates on the left and right were familiar faces. Just as I was about to open my mouth to exchange some ideas, I was hit on the head with a ruler. [The exam room is a restricted area, no whispering is allowed! ]

Doctor Xinglin: “…”

Is there something wrong with this dream?
Dead hand, answer the question quickly.

They bit their cheeks and scratched their heads while looking at the answer sheets.

After the test was finished, the red and blue books piled up to a height of more than one person, and fell from the sky, hitting the table and shaking. Someone took a book down with trembling hands, and found that each book was as thick as a brick. They didn't remember the contents, but the shock was unforgettable.

Even if you leave the dream, it still remains in your soul.

"…So, you've finished reading it?"

Ning Yan guessed that these books were treasures in the temple of medicine. If they could remember them and bring them out, the medical level of Kangguo would be greatly improved. Her plain words were the pain of a doctor's life: "Prime Minister Ning, are you talking like a human being?"

How is it possible to finish watching it?
There are some differences between the Xinglin doctors and the Wenxin scholars. The former do not have the cheating ability of the latter to copy what they see into the Danfu Wenxin backup. For Wenxin scholars, as long as they can condense the Wenxin, they can "remember everything they see". Among the many Xinglin doctors in Kangguo, only Fang Yan is practicing both literature and medicine, and there is also Qi Miao who is working hard.

Why are you working hard?
Because fifteen years is a mandatory requirement in the Temple of Medicine.

The memory of a doctor in Xinglin is only slightly better than that of an ordinary person. Even if the content is printed on the medical records, they still need to look through them from time to time.

Ning Yan: "..."

It's a pity.

Just as Ning Yan guessed, the medical sages helped at the critical moment, so Dong Dao and the others were able to survive safely.

"How do you feel now?"

Dong Dao and his companions only saved their lives, but the source of the disease is still there.

Everyone looked inward and shook their heads, saying, "No problem."

This is not something they are forcing themselves to do, it is the truth.

Their bodies seemed to have undergone subtle changes without them knowing it, which were not obvious from the outside, but a look inside revealed that the Danfu had undergone earth-shaking changes. It was like a walking glass tube that could contain and imprison the source of disease without endangering others.

These pathogens behaved very docilely in Danfu.

Just feed it a little pure energy of heaven and earth occasionally.

and--

They could feel a strong vitality overflowing from the source of the disease. When this vitality came into contact with the apricot forest inside the Dan Mansion, the apricot trees transformed from volumes of medical books became more and more vibrant. It didn't seem like a bad thing. With each breath, the body felt more relaxed.

Dong Dao thought he was the only one like this.

After asking around, I found that other colleagues were the same.

“I don’t know why, but it seems to be a good thing.”

Dong Dao did not express his guess, nor did he dare to say it.

Regardless of whether the result is good or bad, the source of the disease is the result of the exploration of immortality by the elites of the last human civilization. A little bit of the source of the disease contains astonishing vitality, which is uncontrollable and exceeds the limits of the mortal body, which leads to the final bitter result.

Now it seems——

The source of disease in Dan Mansion seemed to have been tamed.

Dong Dao didn't dare to estimate how much effect the pathogen could have after being tamed, and he didn't dare to talk about how long it could extend his life.

Once leaked, it may lead to a catastrophic disaster.

Dong Dao didn't intend to keep the secret hidden forever. He had to wait for his master to come back and take charge of the situation. With her around, he was his backbone.

Ning Yan noticed something, but didn't pursue the matter to the root of the matter.

"I have received news that the patients in the ward have all woken up. If you still have the energy to do so, please take a look. It will also give people peace of mind."

"As ordered."

The auspicious sign of the medical family [Spring in the Apricot Forest] is only in Fengluo, and patients in other areas are still in danger. After consulting Dong Dao and others, Ning Yan ordered all regions to hand over the patients and send them all to the capital for treatment. At the same time, the monitoring of the border is strengthened.

No foreign pathogens are allowed to enter.

"Prime Minister Ning, do we still need to keep Fengluo sealed?"

"Let's lift the blockade bit by bit, resume private transactions first, and leave everything else alone. The crisis has not been completely resolved, so we must not take it lightly." Blocking Fengluo was also a helpless move. People in the city couldn't leave, and things outside the city couldn't come in. Ning Yan was under a lot of pressure.

"Yes, the general will take your orders."

Ning Yan added: "Officials' families are not allowed to leave."

We still need to keep a close eye on these people and not let our guard down.

During the blockade, Fengluo had very little information exchange with the outside world, and only maintained a few important information channels, and communication with the front line was intermittent. Shen Tang asked about Fengluo's situation every now and then, until he received a secret letter written by Ning Yan announcing the good news.

He did not mention a word about the pressure, only saying that the Medical Department had made great contributions this time.

At the same time, we must thank the Holy Temple of Medicine for the rest of the journey.

As for why the Holy Temple of Medicine came to an end, no one knows.

Shen Tang was not surprised.

Gu Chi was surprised: "Did the master foresee this?"

"Don't you think doctors are very unique?"

"Have it?"

Gu Chi only knew that the threshold for becoming a doctor was outrageously high.

Dong Daodu took the position of Imperial Physician, but he still had to take monthly and annual examinations.

Although it would not be like the Medical Bureau, where doctors' medical licenses would be revoked if they failed the assessment, and people would be kicked out of the Temple of Medicine, it was still torture enough. Gu Chi was glad that he was not a medical student. Even if he killed people and set fires in this life, he did not plan to study medicine in the next life.

"The Temple of Medicine teaches every doctor hand in hand. Look at the other temples, have they ever paid attention to anyone? The Temple of Mohism is a little better, but most of the time they just ignore it. The Temple of Confucianism, the Temple of Military Strategists, the Temple of Legalists, the School of Diplomacy, the School of Yin and Yang, and the novelists in recent years... Have you ever seen any of them care about the life and death of the disciples of the Temple? Not to mention guiding them hand in hand..."

Gu Chi: "..."

It sounds reasonable, the various temples really don't pay attention to people.

Most of the scholars with a literary mind and warriors with a brave mind come from the schools of military affairs, Confucianism, Legalism, and diplomacy. They have been fighting for hundreds of years, and their corpses can circle the continent, but none of them has ever come down to teach apprentices.

On the other hand, the disciples of the medical family were all raised by the Temple themselves.

Unlike novelists, who give nothing once the temple is opened, and urge their disciples to submit manuscripts every day, hoping that they will collect three or five pieces of gossip every day.

Look at the doctor, then look at yourself——

Novelist, do you think you have gone too far?

Hmm? Look in my eyes!

"Medical professions are different from other professions. First, the cost of training talents is too high and it takes too much energy. Second, when young doctors encounter difficult and complicated diseases that they cannot solve during their practice, they have to ask for help." In her estimation, there is an 80% chance that the Temple of Medicine will end.

I went to an ordinary outpatient clinic and ended up seeing a big shot in the industry.

The tradition of the Holy Temple of Medicine has not changed for thousands of years.

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