"Yes, I dare you to let the old man know that I knelt in front of my father's mourning hall last night. I suspected that I caught a cold and caught a cold while sleeping in the middle of the night." Yu Hua nodded and said respectfully.
"Do you have a fever? What's the temperature? Does your throat hurt?" Upon hearing this, the old Chinese medicine doctor nodded to indicate his knowledge, and then asked about the condition.
"Uh... I have a fever. I don't know the temperature. Well, don't you need to take a pulse or something?" Yu Hua was a little confused after hearing the words of the old Chinese doctor. What is the procedure of Western medicine consultation?
This, where is the promised Chinese medicine doctor for taking pulse and asking questions?
"What's your pulse for typhoid and cold?"
The old Chinese doctor laughed and shook his head, then took out a thermometer from his pocket and handed it to Yu Hua: "Put the thermometer under your arm and wait five minutes to take it out."
"Okay." The corner of Yu Hua's mouth twitched. His desire to experience the Chinese medicine pulse test was shattered. He silently took the thermometer and stuffed it under his arm.
After a hundred years, the methods of checking for colds and fevers are exactly the same.
"Old sir, who was that gentleman just now?" While waiting for the thermometer to measure the temperature, Yu Hua asked the old Chinese doctor who was writing the prescription.
Having just listened to the entire conversation between the two, Yu Hua basically guessed that the young man was the famous Hua Luogeng, but he still wanted to be sure.
While writing the prescription, the old Chinese medicine doctor said: "Mr. Hua Luogeng, associate professor at National Tsinghua University, just returned from studying abroad. He often comes to get medicine. He is an old acquaintance."
"A 27-year-old associate professor at Tsinghua University..." Yu Hua secretly smacked his tongue. He knew that this person was a great person, but he didn't expect that he was already an associate professor at the age of 27.
Wait!
Not only that, Yu Hua suddenly remembered that after returning to China in 1937, Hua Luogeng, who was affiliated with the Tsinghua system, was immediately hired by the National Tsinghua University as a full professor in the Department of Mathematics.
In other words, he is a 27-year-old full professor.
"What, you want to get into Tsinghua University?" The old Chinese medicine doctor saw Yu Hua's appearance and smiled: "National Tsinghua University is not easy to get into."
The reopening of northern Qing Dynasty and the four famous schools in the Republic of China.
These were the four universities at the top of the education system pyramid during the Republic of China. Every year, countless students applied for the exam, but only one or two hundred were accepted.
The difficulty of passing the exam is not inferior to the civil service exam of later generations.
Yu Hua nodded sincerely and made no secret of his goal: "I want to take the exam. As the saying goes, a soldier who doesn't want to be a general is not a good soldier, and a student who doesn't want to take the Qingbei exam is not a good student."
When the old Chinese medicine doctor heard this, he suddenly stopped writing and looked up at Yu Hua, surprised in his heart: "You kid, you are so ambitious to be able to say this."
Students who don’t want to take the Qingbei exam are not good students.
These words represent great ambition, great self-confidence, and great ambition.
The old Chinese medicine doctor never expected that Yu Hua, who seemed to be an ordinary person, could say such words, which were very human.
"Then I'll lend you my old auspicious words." Yu Hua smiled.
"Looking at your two years of schooling, my impression is not as good as what I said today, boy Yu Hua, you will definitely do something great in the future." The old Chinese medicine doctor carefully looked at Yu Hua's face. He had a plump face, sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, and there was a heroic spirit between his eyebrows.
The scorching sun, I couldn’t help but admire.
Xuanji Hall has been open here for decades. Ever since Yu Qinghe and his family moved here two years ago, the old Chinese medicine doctor has watched Yu Hua go to school every day. He thought he was an ordinary student and never wanted to talk to her today.
It was actually a buried piece of real gold.
Hearing this comment from the old Chinese medicine practitioner, Yu Hua felt a little embarrassed: "You're always over the top."
"Bring the thermometer."
The old Chinese medicine doctor smiled but didn't say much.
Yu Hua took out the thermometer and handed it to him with both hands. The old Chinese medicine doctor took it and looked at it. It was thirty-eight point nine degrees. He immediately gave Yu Hua three pairs of Chinese medicine and told him to take it after meals and drink it for three days.
"Old sir, how much does it cost?" Yu Hua asked.
"Whatever you want, just give it and you'll be fine. Go back, my dear, you're a good person and your father is also a good person. He didn't embarrass us Chinese people." The old Chinese doctor shook his head with a smile and waved his hand.
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"Thank you, I just forgot to ask, what is your surname?" Hearing this, Yu Hua was stunned, silent for a second, and thanked softly. He did not expect that Yu Qinghe would be exempted from the medical fee because of his status as an anti-Japanese soldier. This was something he did not expect. p>
With these three pieces of traditional Chinese medicine in hand, plus the medical fees, you can start with at least two yuan.
A piece of ocean is by no means a small amount in this era. According to the description of the high school history teacher, the actual purchasing power of the ocean in the Republic of China was extremely high, and the ratio to the RMB was generally in the range of 50:1-100:1.
Just because of Yu Qinghe, the medical fee, equivalent to hundreds of yuan, was waived. Yu Hua didn't know what to say about this.
"My surname is Tan, my given name is Huairen." Tan Huairen stroked his beard and said with a smile.
Yu Hua cupped his hands and thanked him: "Thank you, Mr. Tan."
"Go." Tan Huairen waved his hand.
After saying thank you and bidding farewell to the old Chinese medicine practitioner Tan Huairen, Yu Hua picked up three pieces of traditional Chinese medicine and left.
"He walks steadily, without the atmosphere of the market, and is informal. He is a dragon among individuals." Looking at Yu Hua's leaving figure, Tan Huairen picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip.
……
After leaving the door of Xuanji Hall, he carried three pieces of Chinese medicine and went to the wonton stand. He didn't eat breakfast, so Yu Hua was a little hungry. When he arrived at the wonton stand that he remembered, the boss was busy making noodles, and a little girl was helping him.
Busy, there are three tables, and the one sitting at the end is a young man wearing Western-style clothes and glasses, who is eating wontons, and his face seems to be enjoying it.
Yu Hua took a curious look and was startled. The person sitting inside was Hua Luogeng.
Destined.
"But Mr. Hua Luogeng?" Yu Hua wiped his nose with his sleeve, resisting the feeling of fainting caused by the fever, took a deep breath, stepped forward, and said in a respectful voice.
When I meet Hua Luogeng, a top mathematician well-known in China, I have to go up and say hello.
There was a voice in his ears. Hua Luogeng, who was eating wontons, looked up and saw Yu Hua, who was wearing a Western-style wool coat and was polite and courteous. He was a little surprised and asked doubtfully: "Who are you?"
"Hello sir, Yu Hua is a student of Peking No. 4 Middle School. I just happened to meet him in Xuanji Hall. I learned about his identity from Mr. Tan. I never expected to meet him here again. Hua once read Mr.
"The reason why Su Jiaju's algebraic solution to the quintic equation cannot be established" was also heard from Mr. Su who studied in Cambridge, England, published many papers, and became famous in the world of mathematics, and he was worshiped by his heart."
Yu Hua stood as a student, with a straight back and a sincere face, describing the reasons and circumstances in detail.
"Come, take a seat first, student of Peking No. 4 Middle School, do you like mathematics?" Hua Luogeng became interested after hearing this, motioned for Yu Hua's deskmate to sit down, and asked.
In the past, there were only a handful of students who could come to see him. Today, while eating a bowl of old Beijing wontons on the street, I actually met a student who worshiped him, and he was from Peking No. 4 Middle School.
Interesting.
Really interesting.
Most of the students in Tsinghua University imitate the style of literati. They like Lu Xun the most. They like to write articles, engage in sports, discuss criticism, and study various isms. They have no interest in mathematics, which is a way to trace the origin.
As a nationally renowned Tsinghua University for its Neo-Confucianism, only three out of ten students are interested in mathematics and natural sciences, and the rest are all students from the Faculty of Arts.
Although this is a science college, there are too many students who like literati.