"Does Principal Sun's clinic have a name?" Xuan Shijing saw that there was no plaque hanging on the lintel in front of the door, and he didn't know what name Sun Simiao gave him the clinic.

Speaking of this, Sun Simiao shook his head: "The name is still too late, so why would the little marquis think of someone for me?"

Xuan Shijing shook his head: "This is a tragic nephew. This name is left to Master Sun, you will think carefully before you can get it back again. How about it?"

Sun Simiao smiled and said, "It's okay, the little marquis, but it's okay." During this period, Sun Simiao lived in the Marquis' Mansion and occasionally talked about medical affairs with Xuan Shijing in the study. The more he discussed it with him, the more he felt that Xuan Shijing had a unique understanding. Some of the things that Xuan Shijing said were something he had never thought of before, and it also opened another door to the medical affairs road for him.

In fact, some of the things that Xuan Shijing said are all theories commonly used in modern Western medicine. They were proposed by Xuan Shijing when he was to find some methods for treating qi diseases for Empress Changsun. After all, there are differences in the concepts of traditional Chinese and Western medicine. Unexpectedly, Sun Simiao was able to accept these concepts and kept studying them tirelessly.

Since Sun Simiao said this, Xuan Shijing was no longer pretentious. Sun Simiao was called the King of Medicine and wrote the great medical work "Qianjin Prescription". Xuan Shijing didn't bother to think about it and said directly: "Qianjin Medical Center, what's the name?"

"Qianjin? Xiaohou, how can I explain it?" Sun Simiao frowned instinctively when he heard the word "Qianjin". After all, these two words looked a little vulgar. Sun Simiao still had some understanding of Xuan Shijing and thought that he could not simply use the literal meaning of these two words.

"Life is more important than a thousand gold. In this life, health is even more difficult to change. Master Sun's prescriptions can save people and are worth a thousand gold." Xuan Shijing explained.

"A thousand gold..." Sun Simiao pondered in a low voice and thought: "What a thousand gold, the little marquis woke up the dreamer with one word." Sun Simiao laughed, and Xuan Shijing was confused: What does this mean?

"When the little marquis mentioned this, I remembered that I could write a book and summarize all the prescriptions that I have cured and saved people over the years, and keep them with future generations. Now doctors think too seriously about their own prescriptions, which has also caused many prescriptions to be lost. How can I cherish the medical path in my own way?" At this point, Sun Simiao sighed.

Sun Simiao wants to write a book? Is this the publication of "Qianjin Fang"?

"Master Sun wants to write a book, and there is a good thing. If there is any need, just send someone to the Marquis's House. " In this matter, Xuan Shijing strongly supports it. Looking at the decline of traditional Chinese medicine in later generations, people would rather believe in Korean medicine, Tibetan medicine, Mongolian medicine, and Miao medicine. To put it bluntly, these branches are all from traditional Chinese medicine, especially those shameless people who say that traditional Chinese medicine originated from the Bangzi Kingdom. China has three thousand years of history. Our ancestors learned to start wearing clothes and etiquette, and they were still eating tree bark. Thinking about the country on the land that was east of the Tang Dynasty, Xuan Shijing always had a resentment in his heart, not because of anything else, but because Xuan Shijing's bones were filled with hot Yanhuang blood, which could not allow his own things to be stolen by others.

Sun Simiao nodded and said, "I will definitely go to the mansion to bother you. After all, the mansion study has many books, so I still need to learn from it."

The fact that Sun Simiao opened a clinic in Pingkangfang soon reached His Majesty Li Er's ears. At this time, His Majesty Li Er was playing games with Empress Changsun in Lizheng Hall.

"Master Sun's clinic is open in Pingkangfang, which is close to the palace city. By the way, does Master Sun's clinic have a name?" His Majesty Li Er said, looking at the guard standing in the hall and coming to report.

"When you go back to your Majesty, the plaque has not been hung yet, but the name has been given." The guard replied: "I heard that it was given by Mr. Xuanwei, and it is called Qianjin Medical Center."

"Qianjin Clinic?" Empress Changsun said in surprise: "This name was given by Jing'er? Did Master Sun agree?"

"Yes." The guard nodded.

"Hahahaha, Qianjin Clinic, are you sure that Master Sun didn't drive Jing'er out with the whisk?" His Majesty Li Er said with a smile.

The guard shook his head blankly.

"A thousand gold, daughter, Jing'er still hopes that Dao Zheng Sun's business will be prosperous. According to Master Sun's temperament, it is impossible to accept it." His Majesty Li Er frowned and said, "It's really strange. Why did Master Sun agree with this name?"

"Since Master Sun has agreed, it must have another meaning. Your Majesty, don't be confused by the literal meaning just because the word "女台" comes from Jing'er's mouth." Empress Changsun said with a smile.

"That's right, for this reason, if someone comes, prepare the pen and ink. I personally wrote a plaque for Master Sun and sent someone to carve it out to Pingkangfang." Li Er ordered.

After the guards retreated, Empress Changsun saw that His Majesty Li Er was in great interest, so she took the opportunity to speak: "Your Majesty, I have received a memorial from Lord Wei Zhengwei."

"Wei Zheng? What did he say?" Li Erbian walked up to him and sat down, his eyes continued to fall on the unfinished chessboard, and asked casually.

"Mr. Wei said that the prince lives in the Eastern Palace, while the Supreme Emperor lives outside the palace. It is unreasonable and filial." Empress Changsun said carefully.

"This Wei Zheng is too ungrateful." His Majesty Li Er threw down the chess piece in his hand and said in an atmosphere: "If the Supreme Emperor does not live in the Daming Palace, would he have to live in the Tai Chi Palace? What did he think?"

"Your Majesty calms down. Lord Wei didn't just submit a memorial to you. Look, if you follow Lord Wei's previous temperament, you must have been holding you up in the court. This time he passed you and handed the memorial to me, which would have saved my face." Empress Changsun persuaded.

"This matter is considered to be his identifiableness." His Majesty Li Er thought about Wei Zheng's stubborn temper when he heard Empress Changsun's words. He did this matter very much to save face for himself.

"The memorial has been handed over to me. What is Your Majesty going to do?" asked Empress Changsun.

Li Er really didn't know how to do this. Could it be that he would take Li Yuan to the palace? Where can I live? The East Palace is where the prince lives, and the Taiji Palace is where the emperor lives. Could it be that he would let Li Yuan live in the Yeting Palace? After thinking about it, he didn't know how to answer Empress Changsun, and said, "Don't you always say that you don't like to interfere in politics on weekdays. Why are you so concerned about Wei Zheng's memorial today?"

Empress Changsun smiled and knew that Li Er must be worried about this matter, so she said, "Your Majesty, this is not a political matter, this is your Majesty's family matter."

"Yes, this is my family matter...this is my family matter!" His Majesty Li Er suddenly raised his voice: "You are right about Guanyin maid. This is my family matter, so Wei Zheng can't control it."
Chapter completed!