In the early morning, Li Ang walked into the gate of the Imperial Medical Office with his bag in hand.
I haven’t seen it for a while, but the renovation of the Imperial Medical Office has been completed. Various herbs are grown in the medicine fields on the roadside, exuding fresh fragrance, and the sound of morning reading can be heard from the brand-new pavilion.
With the sound of the Haotian bell, the morning reading gradually stopped, and Li Ang opened the door and walked into the classroom.
The boys and girls in the classroom wearing uniform gray clothes were still chatting and playing, but they were stunned when they saw Li Ang ascending to the podium.
Some people thought he was a new student, while others recognized him and subconsciously stood at attention.
Li Ang raised his hand, and the classroom gradually became quiet. He stood in front of the podium, looking at the youthful young girls who were about the same age as himself, and sighed deeply in his heart, feeling a little nostalgic and melancholy.
He wrote his name on the blackboard with chalk, turned around and introduced himself to the medical students from the Imperial Medical Office who were in his fifth year.
He is here to teach students.
With the reputation and prestige accumulated over the years, the books he wrote were included in the textbooks of the Imperial Medical Office. Not only the doctors in the hospital must read them, but also the new medical students must study them.
"Please open your anatomy books. Today we will study the osteology of the human movement system..."
Li Ang cleared his throat, paused briefly, and quickly and accurately drew the general structure of human bones on the blackboard with chalk.
The students below opened their books one after another and took notes nervously.
After the reform of the Imperial Medical Office and the balance of income and expenditure of the hospitals in various states, the status of the physician profession has been greatly improved.
Among the new medical students, there are children from medical families - such as cousins from Qiu Feng's family.
There are also boys and girls who come from ordinary people’s families and have passed the cultural examination.
There are also some common children of bureaucratic families - the Xungui family has many descendants, and it is impossible for every one of them to be admitted to the Academy, Imperial College, or various state academies.
Rather than letting them behave like bad friends outside and wait to die at home, it is better to send them to the Imperial Medical Office to go to school.
The freshmen took notes carefully.
Over the years, Li Ang's image in the eyes of Chang'an citizens has evolved from "other people's children" at the beginning, to "Wenquxing descends to earth", and then to "little medicine king god". There is a temple of him outside the city, and many families His portrait is also enshrined here, and he has become a saint-like figure.
The gap between the two sides is so big that these students of the same age who are in adolescence have no dissatisfaction, only admiration and trust.
The whole class went very smoothly. Li Ang talked about the shape of bones (long bones, short bones, flat bones), the structure of bones (periosteum, bone, bone marrow), and then talked about different parts of bones.
During this period, he would take out his simulated skull model made of plaster and let the students hold it in their hands and look at it carefully.
If this scene were placed in the Sui Dynasty, it would be a demonic sect teaching its disciples to practice demonic skills.
After the class, Li Ang picked up his bag and walked out of the classroom.
"I can't tell, but you are quite suitable as a teacher."
Clear teasing sounds sounded in the courtyard. Li Ang turned his head and saw Qiu Feng walking over with a smile.
"Just read it according to the book, it's not difficult."
Li Ang waved his hand casually. He had long memorized the medical textbooks in the Memory Palace, and he could teach a group of freshmen with ease.
He paused, noticed the white coat Qiu Feng was wearing, and said doubtfully: "You too..."
"I am also a teacher at the Imperial Medical Office now."
Qiu Feng stuck out his tongue and said: "The number of new students recruited by the Imperial Medical Office this year is several times that of previous years, and there are almost not enough medical doctors to take charge of the classes. I will occasionally come here to cover two classes."
The two walked side by side on the tree-lined road of the Imperial Medical Office, chatting every now and then.
Although they have differences in medical theory, those differences are not important compared to the friendship established through joint efforts in the face of the water poisoning epidemic.
Li Ang casually recounted what happened during the trial, and when he mentioned Sui Yi's shoulder dislocation, he also demonstrated it on the spot.
While demonstrating, he explained, "Many human joints can be recovered from dislocation.
For example, jaw joint, shoulder joint, elbow joint, hip joint, knee joint, wrist joint, finger joint, etc.
When local government officials arrest people, they often use handcuffs and shackles. Including the Zhenfu Division, they also use torture instruments with the function of suppressing demons.
But in fact, as long as they are trained and can endure the pain, most people can break free from handcuffs by actively dislocating their joints..."
"Stop! You'd better show this to the students during class. They'll love watching it."
Qiu Feng watched Li Ang disassemble his joints as if nothing had happened, and quickly stopped. This scene was too scary even for her.
After Li Ang finished fixing his elbow joint, Qiu Feng breathed a sigh of relief with lingering fear, and joked with mixed emotions: "People say you are a god descended to earth, and you know it from birth, but I didn't believe it at first.
Now that you are so skilled, I am a little doubtful."
"Nothing is known at birth, it's just that we observe more carefully."
Li Ang smiled and shook his head, "Oh, by the way, see you on the Chinese Valentine's Day."
"Eh? Chinese Valentine's Day?"
Qiu Feng was stunned for a moment, his face turned slightly red and he said, "What, what do you mean?"
"His Royal Highness the King of Yue's wedding,"
Li Ang said as a matter of course: "Didn't he invite all of us to the Furong Garden for the wedding? The place may be crowded by then, so it's best to go there early."
Qiu Feng opened his mouth, "Oh, that's it. I thought...ahem, I would have gone there earlier."
Li Ang asked curiously: "What else do you think?"
"Nothing!"
Qiu Feng raised his voice slightly, crossed his arms in front of him, and became sulky.
When Li Ang saw the suddenly angry Qiu Feng, he was about to say something, but suddenly there was a throbbing in his heart.
His expression changed slightly, and when he walked to the door of the Imperial Medical Office, he left in a hurry on the pretext that he wanted to go home and continue writing his thesis.
Qiu Feng looked at his walking back, gritted his teeth and muttered: "This idiot..."
The girl holds a carefully sewn sachet in her palm.
Li Ang didn't hear Qiu Feng's soliloquy. He got on the carriage and ordered the driver to drive towards Jinchengfang.
Mosi's clone captured the traces of Ya Jiu.
This chapter has been completed!