Thinking of this, Tang Fu couldn't sit still immediately. He quickly put the painting away and at the same time shouted loudly: "Come here, prepare your horses! We are leaving the city!"
In just a few seconds, the side door of Duke Xinguo's Mansion suddenly opened. Tang Fu, with more than a dozen guards from the Cavalry Mansion, rushed towards the North City Gate.
After searching in Beishi to no avail, I rode a fast horse to search along the Yangtze River.
Han Du and the other three ate something to cushion their stomachs, and then started chatting.
As we chatted, the topic of conversation came to Zhu Rui.
"His Royal Highness's medical skills are becoming more and more exquisite. In terms of medical skills, His Highness is worthy of being the best in the world." Han Du said with a smile, looking at Zhu Ru with admiration on his face.
Zhu Ji was a prince who could not live a comfortable and comfortable life, but instead worked hard to study medicine, and he achieved such great achievements that even Han Du had to admire him.
In Han Du's eyes, Zhu Ji is an ideal person. Only such a person can ignore Zhong Ming Ding's spoiled wife and beautiful family and go to work hard on professional medical skills.
Facing Han Du's praise, Zhu Zhu just shook his head and sighed.
"What does this mean, Your Highness?" Han Du didn't understand.
Zhu Ji sighed helplessly and explained: "So what if I am the best in the world? The more I specialize in medical skills, the more I feel the vastness of medical skills. I want to continue to specialize in medical skills, but there is no one to exchange ideas with.
A doctor. Moreover, I also want to compile a medical book to be passed down to future generations, so that future generations can avoid illness. However, I have limited energy and it is really difficult to take care of both ends."
Compiling medical books is something Zhu Xi has wanted to do for a long time, but it is also his pleasure to continue to specialize in medical skills. Therefore, he can only study medical skills first and let the compilation of medical books be postponed. He comforts himself that now his medical skills are
If that's not enough, wouldn't it be better to compile medical books after you have studied medical skills more thoroughly?
Although this reason comforted him for the time being, Zhu Xi knew that it was just an excuse he made out of necessity. Medical skills are boundless, and he would not be able to study them thoroughly even if he studied for a lifetime.
Han Du took a sip of wine, smacked it and said, "Maybe I have a way."
"What can you do?" A glimmer of hope suddenly appeared in Zhu Zhu's heart. He quickly put down the chopsticks in his hand and prepared to listen carefully to what Han Du said.
Han Du said: "Since no doctor can communicate with His Highness, it means that His Highness's medical skills are better than theirs. If Your Highness will
I have taught all my medical skills to other doctors. When their medical skills improve, wouldn't they be able to communicate with His Highness?"
"I thought you had some good ideas." Zhu Ru was slightly disappointed. He looked at Han Du and sighed: "I have taught you. I have taught all the medical skills to other imperial doctors in Taiyuan Hospital. But they only know how to do it carefully."
Keep in mind the prescriptions I gave you, and you have no intention of studying the symptoms or formulas yourself. How do you want me to communicate with them about my experience?"
So that was the case. Han Du suddenly understood. It turned out that the imperial doctors in the imperial hospital were also a group of people who only wanted to follow their own example and rest on their laurels. They never thought about delving into the depth of the disease.
However, if you think about it, you can understand that the patients treated by the imperial doctors are either the emperor or the queen, or the concubines, princes, princesses, etc., and at last they are also the princes and ministers. The most important thing in treating people with such status is not the use of novel methods.
Son, but be cautious.
Under such circumstances, what is the use even if an imperial doctor comes up with a prescription? In order to treat a noble person, the imperial doctor will still have to take risks, and if he does not do well, he will be punished.
Han Du saw that this method didn't work, so he thought about a group of people.
"Does Your Highness know about the Academy?"
"I know, you established it." Zhu Ru agreed casually.
Han Du smiled, stared at Zhu Zhu, and said meaningfully: "If His Highness doesn't mind, you can go to the academy to teach medical skills. There are thousands of students in the academy. As long as Your Highness hands them over, is there anything left to worry about?"
Someone to exchange experiences with? Even if His Highness wants to compile a medical book, with the help of so many people, His Highness’ dream can be easily realized.”
Zhu Tie was stunned by the beautiful vision painted by Han Du. If there were really thousands of people studying medicine, how grand would it be? But Zhu Tie was more rational, and then he shook his head and retorted: "Medical skills are after all
Xiaodao, even if there are scholars who study medicine, it is only a last resort choice because they cannot go beyond high school. But among the students who are determined to take scientific examinations, which one would choose to study medicine? The students in the academy are all the future pillars of the Ming Dynasty, how could they?
Are you willing to learn medicine?"
Han Du smiled and explained: "The scholars your Highness is talking about are the scholars at the Imperial College. Only they will regard the Jinshi as more important than their lives. But the academy is different. The first choice of the students in the academy is absolutely
Not through subjects
Take the exam and pass the Jinshi exam. Many academy students choose to study mathematics, and some choose to study physics and chemistry. Even if they add medical skills, it shouldn't be a problem, right? Even among a hundred people,
Only one or two are interested in medical skills, but if thousands of people come here, why are there dozens or hundreds of people?"
When Zhu Tong heard this, his face suddenly became happy. Only then did he realize that the scholars in the academy were indeed different from others. Take his tenth brother as an example. The dignified King Lu actually liked to study chemistry. That's all. In the academy, that's all.
There are many people who study chemistry, but they don’t have the same problem as Zhu Tan. After Zhu Tan extracted white phosphorus from human urine, he couldn’t extricate himself and ran all the way towards the feces and urine. He believed that apart from white phosphorus, these two things
In addition, there should be other people's things. So I spent all my time trying to refine these two things in various ways every day.
However, the taste of these two things was disgusting to almost everyone. When he was in the academy, Xue Xiang kicked him out in anger and strictly prohibited Zhu Tan from doing his chemistry experiments in the academy.
As a last resort, Zhu Tan simply put the experiment in his palace. At first, the people in the palace had to endure the unpleasant smell every day, but Zhu Tan was the prince, and everyone dared to be angry but dare not speak out when facing Zhu Tan.
In the end, it was Princess Lu who found Han Du. Zhu Tan's princess was Tang He's second daughter. Faced with Princess Lu's plea, Han Du had to think of a way for her. Let her buy a house outside the palace and let Zhu Tan
Move all his jars and chemical experiments out of the palace.
This time, the air in Prince Lu's Mansion was naturally fresh, but the people around the house were unlucky. They almost had to endure the attack of Zhutan's chemical experiments every once in a while. The reason why it would be a period of time was because Zhutan was still
He teaches chemistry in the academy, so when Zhu Tan is in the academy, the people around him can breathe some fresh air.
Ordinary people naturally couldn't afford to offend the prince. They wanted to move but didn't have so much money, so they could only silently endure the smell of Zhu Tan's chemical experiments. However, many people were submissive. Although they couldn't afford to offend Zhu.
Tan, but that didn't stop them from giving Zhu Tan the nickname "The Tasty Prince" in private.
The dignified prince was actually given such an indecent name. Old Zhu was so angry that his lungs were about to burst. Full of anger, he called Zhu Tan and asked him to stop doing his damn chemical experiments.
However, Zhu Tan is now stubborn when he has no desire, and does not listen to his father at all. He even confronts Lao Zhu head-on, without any fear at all.
fearful.
Lao Zhu was very angry, but he had no way to punish Zhu Tan. Now Zhu Tan didn't even want the fiefdom, and he didn't do anything that violated the national law and harmed the people. Is it possible that Lao Zhu was still willing to kill him?
Lao Zhu was reluctant to kill even the common people in Zhu Tan. He just exiled him from afar. How could he kill Zhu Tan now?
In the end, Lao Zhu had no choice but to spend his own money to move all the dozens of households near Zhu Tan's house. Seeing that they could escape from this poisonous cave and still have money, the people naturally happily brought pots and pans with them
Moved.
It's strange to say that when the people originally lived near Zhu Tan's house, they wished they didn't want to stay here any longer, and wished they could leave here immediately and forever.
But after everyone moved away, leaving only a lonely house with an unpleasant smell coming out from time to time, this attitude of going its own way and never changing aroused the curiosity of the people.
There were actually people starting to gather around in the distance, clasping their hands as if they were looking at something strange, and pointing towards the house. More and more people like this were coming, and in the end it seemed that they were all attracted by the smell.
Zhu Ru felt happy for a while. Han Du's method could indeed solve his problem perfectly, but he became a little worried. He asked: "But, if this happens, doesn't this mean that I am poaching you?"
Han Du shook his head indifferently, "It doesn't matter. It's up to the students to decide what they choose. I never interfere with them. As long as they choose to study medicine, I have no objection."
"Okay, I'll thank you in advance." Zhu Rui didn't care about his status as a prince, so he took the initiative to propose a toast to Han Du.
Tang Fu was riding a horse, running along the Yangtze River. Under the maroon horse hair, dense beads of sweat had appeared. Tang Fu's whole body on the horseback was rising and falling with the bumps of the horse when he sat down, and his forehead had long been covered with sweat.
It was covered with beads of sweat. The man was tired and the horse was exhausted, but even so Tang Fu did not stop at all.
Along the way, he had found seven or eight fish markets, but no one had seen the strange fish in the painting. As a last resort, Tang Fu had no choice but to continue looking.
The fish market is not a real market, but a place for people to trade fish spontaneously. There are many such fish markets along the Yangtze River. After all, there are many fish in the Yangtze River, and people depend on the water to drink water. Naturally, people will not miss the opportunity to increase their income.