Doctor of the Great Song Dynasty: In the beginning, Li Qingzhao and Li Qingzhao made a private decis

Chapter 17 Fan Zheng Heart Disease
"Come on, do it!" Li Qingzhao immediately raised his glass and responded.

In the side room of the living room, Li Kefei couldn't help clenching his fists. At this moment, the image of that well-behaved and sensible daughter collapsed in his heart.

"It's all the fault of Fan Zheng!" Li Kefei snorted coldly in his heart.

The other people in the side room also had weird faces. They didn't intend to eavesdrop here, but Li Kefei cared about his daughter, Su Shi cared about his son, and Qian Yi, the imperial physician, wanted to see how Fan Zheng healed his heart disease. As for Zhang Lei, although he didn't have to worry about Yang Jie, thought to himself: If you don't leave, then I won't leave either.

In the living room, the four toasted and drank it all in one gulp.

"Cough cough cough! How can it be so spicy!" Suddenly, Yang Jie's face turned red and he coughed continuously, which intensified the irritation of the nasal cavity from the alcohol.

"Hahaha!" Fan Zheng laughed out loud, as if he had succeeded in a prank.

"This is the essence of wine, how can it be compared with that of light wine." Li Qingzhao snickered, both of them knew the situation of drinking baijiu for the first time, but deliberately did not remind Yang Jie to set off the atmosphere.

After a while, Yang Jie regained his composure, and said: "White wine with more than 50 degrees is so pungent, how blazing is the alcohol with [-] degrees, no wonder it has anti-virus effect."

"It's like this for the first time, and you will fall in love with this taste in the future." Sure enough, Yang Jie made a fool of himself, and now even the lifeless Su Dun couldn't help but smile.

The four of them toasted again, this time Yang Jie swallowed slowly, quickly getting used to the taste of baijiu.

In the side room, Imperial Physician Cheng Qian Yi slapped the table and exclaimed: "Fan Zheng really has some sense, he has made the atmosphere of the banquet lively with just a few words, and has already opened a gap in Su Dun's closed heart."

The three of Sumen nodded slightly, expecting Fan Zheng's medical skills a little more in their hearts. They listened attentively and only heard Yang Jie tasting the wine: "The white wine is clear and free of impurities. It tastes mellow and spicy. People's blood gushing out is indeed much better than light wine."

Everyone in the Sumen couldn't help swallowing, and even Yang Jie, who didn't like drinking, said that this wine was better than the wine on the market, which shows that baijiu must have something special.

Zhang Lei became addicted to alcohol and asked in a low voice, "Brother Li, have you ever drank this liquor?"

Li Kefei rolled his eyes and said, "My daughter was brought back drunk, do you think I've been drunk?"

"What about Brother Su?" Zhang Lei asked again.

Su Shi gritted his teeth and said, "My son brought back a jug, but it's a pity that this bad boy drank it all. When the old man arrived, it was already empty."

Qian Yi had a strange expression on his face, but Fan Zheng left him a small bottle of alcohol, which was used as medicine, so he couldn't drink it at all.

A few people sighed, no matter where they went, they were the ones who sat in the main seat and toasted glasses, but now they can only sit in the side room, smelling the smell of wine and staring blankly, they have no chance to taste the good wine.

"By the way, Junior Sister Li, you are poetic now." Su Dun drank two glasses of white wine, and hurriedly asked Li Qingzhao. It was obvious that he still couldn't forget to drink and write poems.

Li Qingzhao said arrogantly: "Li can only drink when drinking, as for writing poems, that's after he wakes up."

Su Dun was hit hard immediately, and became depressed again.

Seeing this, Li Qingzhao immediately knew that he had said something wrong, so he quickly winked and asked Fan Zheng beside him for help.

Fan Zheng sighed, took up the topic and said, "When it comes to writing poems, what do you three think of Fan's literary talents?"

Li Qingzhao knew the meaning when he heard Xian, and immediately answered: "Brother Fan's poems are naturally at the top level in the world. The two "Phoenix Hairpins" are sad and moving, and they all shed tears when they heard them. They are famous poems that have been passed down through the ages."

Li Qingzhao didn't exaggerate what she said. At the beginning, Fan Zheng's two poems with a hairpin head and a phoenix moved her so much that she asked Fan Zheng for advice on poetry. Now, in order to make up for her mistake just now, she did not hesitate to expose her ugliness.

Yang Jie also nodded and agreed: "What's more commendable is that the two "Phoenix Hairpins" contain medical principles, so that people in the world can be protected from the danger of close relatives getting married. The medical skills are well-deserved."

"Brother Fan has this talent, and he will be able to get a title on the gold list in the future." Li Qingzhao continued to praise.

Fan Zheng changed the subject and said, "Since I have such a talent, why should I abandon literature and pursue medicine?"

"Yes! Why......." Li Qingzhao was stunned for a moment, thinking, why didn't Brother Fan follow the routine!How do I know you gave up writing to become a doctor.

Suddenly Li Qingzhao was taken aback, thinking of the scene in Bianyuan, he gritted his teeth and said: "I know, because poetry is just a small way, you can't benefit the country at the top, and you can't satisfy the hunger of the people at the bottom. Medical country, study medicine is good! Study medicine is good!"

Li Qingzhao copied what Fan Zheng said at the beginning, but felt his face was hot, and he had to hold his throat to cooperate with Fan Zheng and said several times that learning medicine is good!
Yang Jie was also taken aback, and had no choice but to cooperate: "Yes, it's good to study medicine, good to study medicine!......."

As Yang Jie talked, his voice became lower and lower, even he didn't have the slightest confidence.

Study medicine well!What a fart!
Studying medicine not only faces the risk of infectious diseases, but also has a low status. If he is not a doctor but a student, with his talent and learning, he is confident that he can also be named on the gold list, and he can blatantly propose marriage to Junior Sister Li. Doctors, even if they are selected as Hanlin medical officials, are not worthy of Li Shimei, the number one talented woman in the Song Dynasty, and she is not even qualified to propose a marriage.

Depressed, Yang Jie drank the white wine in front of him in one gulp, the bitterness in his heart could not be suppressed by the spiciness in his mouth. At this moment, he completely understood the mystery of drinking.

In the side room, Zhang Lei let out a groan, he naturally knew what was on his nephew's mind, but don't let Su Dun's heart disease fail to be cured, his nephew's heart disease relapsed.

"No, it's because Fan found that it would be difficult to achieve the achievements of poet Li Bai and poet sage Du Fu in his entire life, not to mention, there were ancestors Fan Zhongyan, Ouyang Xiu, Wang Anshi and other great masters in the dynasty, and there were even great scholars like Su University in this world Waiting for great writers, we have the most talented woman in the ages like Junior Sister Li in front of me, and my martial arts in the Song Dynasty has reached its peak." Fan Zheng praised.

"Brother Fan won the prize."

Li Qingzhao at the table blushed slightly, she never thought that she would have such a status in Fan Zheng's heart.

"However, what puzzled Fan was that I was so successful in Wenzhi in the Song Dynasty, but was bullied by foreign enemies. I paid tribute every year, humiliated and sued for peace. In the end, Fan found that learning poems and writing lyrics could not save the country." Fan Zheng hammered heavily on the table Up, suppressing the voice.

In the side room, Imperial Physician Cheng Qian Yi slapped the table and exclaimed: "Okay, if you can't persuade him with all your efforts, let's use the righteousness of the country to suppress it. Such a complete negation of the way of poetry will definitely greatly alleviate Su Dun's heart disease."

However, he didn't notice that the faces of the three members of the Su family beside him were cloudy. Just now when Li Qingzhao repeated what Fan Zheng said that the poems were novels, the three of them were extremely upset, but they didn't explode. It was just that Fan Zheng deliberately tried to comfort Su Dun. Belittling poetry, but at this moment Fan Zheng used the current situation of the Song Dynasty to directly refute that learning poetry and writing lyrics cannot save the country, like a slap in the face of Su Men, after all, Su Men is famous for poetry.

"So, you just gave up all your talents to pursue medical practice?" Li Qingzhao opened his eyes wide and fixedly looked at Fan Zheng.

"Otherwise?" Fan Zheng said sadly.

Everyone present was silent for a moment, and they looked at Fan Zheng with an inexplicable look.

"Heals thousands of people! It turns out that this is Brother Fan's choice!" Yang Jie exclaimed.

Fan Zheng glanced at Su Dun from the corner of his eye, and found that although Su Dun was moved, he was still silent, he couldn't help but gritted his teeth, and decided to add another fire.

At that moment, Fan Zheng picked up his wine glass, pushed open the door of the living room, and saw outside the room, the ground had already been wet at some point.

Fan Zheng leaned on the railing outside the living room, looked up to the sky and said:
"Fishing with anger, leaning on the railing, resting in the rain. Looking up, looking up to the sky and screaming, full of enthusiasm. Thirty years of fame and dust, eight thousand miles of road clouds and moons. Don't wait for nothing. The boy's head is white, empty and sad."

"Wow!" There was panic in the living room and outside the side room, but they didn't care about it, and looked at Fan Zheng outside the hall with shocked eyes.

"A famous poem through the ages, this is a famous poem through the ages!" Zhang Lei was very excited. Sumen was the most proficient in poetry.

"Man Jianghong, this is Man Jianghong's rhythm!" Su Shi took a deep breath and said.

"Don't wait any longer, the young man's head is white, Kong is so sad! Such a motivation will surely resolve Su Dun's inner demons in one fell swoop." Imperial Physician Cheng Qian Yi exclaimed.

"This is just the upper gate of Man Jianghong, and it is already so amazing. Once the lower gate comes out, isn't it..." Li Kefei was shocked.

However, everyone waited hard, but they didn't come to the gate. Outside the hall, Fan Zheng raised his glass and drank it down in one gulp. His will was depressed, and he didn't say anything further.

Li Qingzhao said anxiously: "Brother Fan, this is a famous article through the ages, take advantage of the inspiration to finish it in one go, and write the second half quickly."

Li Qingzhao knows how rare it is to be inspired to write poems and lyrics, and she has also personally experienced this. The song Rumeng Ling was written in one go after she was drunk.

However, Fan Zheng smiled bitterly and said, "No matter how good you are at writing poems and lyrics, what good is it for the country? Can you make Xixia go to the border, and you can conquer the sixteen prefectures of Yanyun?"

Li Qingzhao fell silent for a moment, and shook his head helplessly.

"It's just moaning without illness! If that's the case!" Fan Zheng changed his words and said angrily:
"I need to

What is the use of this famous article through the ages?

I have got
So what about this full of talent? "

As soon as these words came out, everyone's hearts were shocked.
Fan Zheng and Su Dun were in two extremes at the scene, one was wanting literary talent but not getting it, and became depressed, and the other was full of literary talent but not using it, and had no ambition to serve the country but not.

From their point of view, Fan Zheng didn't have a heart disease, a heart disease of worrying about the country and the people, studying literature cannot save the country, learning martial arts... the Song Dynasty used literature to control martial arts, and learning martial arts to save the country in the Song Dynasty was even worse. In desperation, he gave up Full of talent, he chose to study medicine. Since he couldn't save the country, he chose to save people.

(End of this chapter)