Chapter 266: Thinking of the fourth, fifth and sixth brothers at home, bah... (please recommend monthly tickets)

Two sets of acupuncture life-size bronze figures are enough for six doctors to study together.

In addition, there are several large life-size acupuncture portraits. Although no one can apply acupuncture, they can allow doctors to see the location of each acupuncture point more intuitively.

At this moment, Cheng Chubi, Li Ke and Wu Shaojian quietly left the acupuncture department.

"It seems that the difficulty of medical treatment is far beyond my imagination." Li Ke sighed and said with emotion.

"It's natural. Doctors in the Imperial Medical Office want to be successful in their studies, which can take as little as a few years or as long as ten years."

"Dr. Hu has been in the acupuncture department for many years. I heard from him that he applies and receives acupuncture nearly a hundred times a day, regardless of whether it is cold or hot in all seasons."

Wu Shaojian's brows jumped as he listened. When he was sick, he would receive a few injections. Although he could bear it, it was hundreds of injections a day and tens of thousands of injections a year.

Just thinking about it makes my scalp numb. I'm afraid that I don't have the guts to study medicine. Not everyone can endure this hardship.

"Fortunately, with the acupuncture bronze man developed by Cheng Taichang and His Highness, it can relieve the suffering of countless doctors. I really admire it."

Cheng Chubi originally wanted the two of them to go to his small courtyard for a walk, but Wu Shaojian had to rush back to the supervisor to handle official duties.

Now that the Imperial Medical Office here has recognized that this bronze acupuncture man is of great help to doctors, they need to take action as soon as possible.

More acupuncture bronze figures were cast and shipped to all states in the world for doctors to study medical skills.

As for Li Ke, he wandered around Cheng Chubi's small courtyard and looked at this public house that looked like it had only four walls. It was really boring to the extreme.

He couldn't even stay for a cup of tea, so he excused himself that he had something serious to do, patted his butt and rushed out of the Imperial Medical Office.

Continue his dissolute life and dandy career as a bad prince of the Tang Dynasty.

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Cheng Chubi was too lazy to retain this good brother who looked like he had an awl under his butt.

After the turmoil just now, Cheng Chubi's mood was a little hard to calm down for a long time.

After thinking about it, he still recruited two loyal servants to continue playing cards to calm down his mood.

After playing for almost half an hour, I touched my already empty belly.

Cheng Chubi and his two loyal servants wandered out of the Imperial Medical Office under the pretext of having something to do, and went to a nearby restaurant that tasted pretty good and started eating and drinking.

There are actually meals in the Imperial Medical Office, but Cheng Chubi is a man from the southwest of his motherland.

If I like spicy food and numbness, the bland food in the Imperial Medical Office is really hard to swallow.

Unless something happens and he can't go out, this guy will never stay in the Imperial Medical Office to eat.

In particular, the roasted leg of lamb in this restaurant is excellent. The chef is a Hu man with red hair and a very bald forehead.

He always talks with a curled tongue and his beard is red. But at least his barbecue skills are top-notch, so Cheng Taichang comes here every time.

This Hu chef would serve the dishes himself and flatter Cheng Chubi in his very non-standard Chang'an Mandarin.

After all, everyone in this entire street is already familiar with Cheng Taichang.

The scene of being able to capture blackmailers alive while galloping on horseback is still fresh in everyone's memory.

Especially at the Double Ninth Festival banquet a few days ago, Cheng Taichang, who is capable of lifting cauldrons, became the leader in one fell swoop with a powerful poem.

This made the people, traders and residents in the market around the Imperial Medical Office feel more and more affectionate and friendly towards Mrs. Cheng.

Although Cheng Taichang was a top figure in Chang'an City of the Tang Dynasty, he was kind to others and had to pay for even buying a cantaloupe.

He never bullies the market and eats like ordinary people, feasting on big fish and meat. He is very close to the people.

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"Master Cheng, how good are the mutton chops that I grilled today?" The bald foreign chef looked at Cheng Sanlang and his two followers with a smile as they feasted.

Well, it is definitely a sense of accomplishment for a chef to appreciate someone like Cheng Sanlang eating the food he cooks.

If a chef with a little bit of cooking skills meets him, his confidence will definitely increase.

Maybe you can even shine brightly, achieve a breakthrough in your cooking skills, and reach the pinnacle of your life.

"Not bad, Lao Hu, your barbecue skills are not bad. It's a little different from ordinary Hu people's barbecue."

"That's right, I used the seasonings from my hometown, so the taste will naturally be a little different." The bald Huren chef said with a proud expression.

I had mentioned my real name to Mrs. Cheng before, but every time I came here I still called him Lao Hu... The bald Hu chef could only recognize this surname by touching his nose.

"Where is your hometown?" Cheng Chubi threw the bone in his hand aside, and saw a black dog running over, licking it, and disappearing in an instant.

The quickness of his movements reminded Cheng Chubi of his fourth, fifth and sixth brothers at home. Bah...those are biological brothers, not dogs. You should pay attention to this.

"It is an incomparably huge city, built on the strait. Only the Chang'an City of the Tang Dynasty can rival it..."

Hearing the strange pronunciation coming out of his mouth, Cheng Chubi was suddenly stunned and raised his head to look at this person.

"Constantinople? Eastern Rome?" Cheng Chubi said these two words in somewhat halting Italian.

After all, he is a top student in medicine. Although Cheng Chubi is good at English, he can only understand a few other Western languages.

Well, the general idea is that you can understand the meaning of a few words.

The balding Hu chef in his forties opened his eyes exaggeratedly and stared straight at Cheng Chubi.

Then he opened his mouth excitedly and a bunch of Italian words came out. The spittle almost flew onto the roasted lamb leg in front of Cheng Chubi.

Cheng Chubi immediately became unhappy. He glared at this guy who was trying to fool him in Italian and said angrily, "Don't be so careless and speak Chang'an dialect."

"... If you don't dare, I will definitely speak Chang'an dialect."

The bald businessman was so frightened by the murderous look of Mr. Cheng that he quickly nodded and bowed, and continued to copy the half-baked Chang'an words.

"Then you can run far enough?" Cheng Chubi looked up and down at the bearded man from Constantinople.

No wonder, this guy has red hair, a red beard, a big nose, and his skin color is indeed much whiter than the average wave beard.

"Hey... I can't help it. I was originally a nobleman, and my uncle who was a businessman once came to the Tang Dynasty."

"It was he who told me how prosperous this place is, and how silk as smooth as milk is everywhere."

"The emperor here is as noble as the sun in the world..."

Hearing that this Western barbarian linked Uncle Li to Japan, Cheng Chubi almost laughed. He quickly drank two sips of genuine Western Region grape wine to calm down his shock.

The two loyal servants looked at the red-faced Third Young Master in bewilderment, not knowing what the devil was up to.

Cheng Chubi coughed twice and quickly changed the subject. "Then you came to Datang with your uncle?"

"Yes, I came, but it's a pity that he didn't come alive. Alas... he was killed halfway, in Persia."

"Fortunately, I led the rest of the people and went through a lot of hardships, and finally came to Datang and settled here."

"Why don't you go back?" Cheng Chubi sniffed and asked curiously.

"I don't dare to go back. After all, when my uncle came, he exchanged almost all his belongings for various goods. He wanted to come to Datang to make a fortune..."

The face of the bald Hu cook is full of sadness and desolation.

"This is indeed a sad story..." Cheng Chubi took a deep breath and prepared to continue asking with great interest.
Chapter completed!