"I didn't expect you to be so talented in this field."
Before he could finish speaking, Zhang Feng gave him a thumbs up.
Sun Simiao smiled and said, "In ancient times, Hua Tuo cut open the skull, and Qin Shi Huang repaired the brain. After that, Bian Que scraped off the bones of Guan Gong to treat his wounds. Although these stories were passed down by word of mouth, and the Old Man had also cut open people's chests with a knife, this was the first time he had set a bone. Although he was a little unfamiliar with it, this was still the Old Man's first time. He had a different understanding of medicine, so he was still confident."
Indeed, after coming into contact with Zhang Feng's magical medical skills, Sun Simiao had really yearned for it. However, after personally experiencing it, he felt as if he had opened a brand new door in the field of medicine.
After that, Zhang Feng and Sun Simiao once again studied the entire operation in detail. They even repracticed the operation with Niu Jian Hu many times. After that, the two of them dragged their tired bodies back to their respective rooms.
The moment Zhang Feng entered the room, he went to sleep. Everything was ready. He was just waiting for the night to go over and see how the lamb was recovering. If the lamb was alive.
If it was alive, that meant that the success rate of Niu Jian Hu's operation was already 90%.
If there was even the slightest problem with the lamb, this matter would be a little troublesome.
After all, Zhang Feng did not specialize in medicine.
He only knew some general knowledge about physiology. Besides, this matter really had something to do with him. He did not want Old Yu and Old Niu to be so sad.
Speaking of which, this was also his mistake. Although his two old buddies wouldn't blame him, Zhang Feng still felt guilty in his heart.
After scolding himself in his heart, Zhang Feng slowly fell asleep. He had not slept well for a few days. At this moment, under the exhaustion, he finally fell into a deep sleep.
The Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Meet was imminent. With the mess at home and the mess at the Academy, Zhang Feng did not have time to prepare these things. He could only beg Li Chengqian and the others to put in a little effort. After all, if they only trained one kind of street dance in twelve days, as long as they put in a little effort, there should not be any mistakes.
After all, the poetry meet was mainly about poetry.
Even if they made mistakes, he would be there to support them. Although it would not be perfect, it would not attract too much attention.
What Zhang Feng wanted was not just a chance to become a great scholar, but more importantly, he wanted to make his name known to the world!
When he woke up the next morning, the sky was still dark.
Zhang Feng opened the window and allowed the cold breeze to caress his cheeks. He looked out the window at a few women from Tonghui Square carrying or carrying buckets of water, going back and forth between the cafeteria and the mountain gate.
In the small wooden house's storeroom, there were faint sounds of people handing over the day's food.
Everyone seemed to have been attracted by the sound of Zhang Feng opening the window. They instantly turned their heads and saw Zhang Feng get up. They all went up to greet him. There were even two bold women who joked and wanted to help him dress up.
After all, Zhang Yuyao and Jingshu were gone.
Zhang Feng had returned to his sloppy appearance.
What time was it today?
But this was the time when the three major departments of the Ministry of Works and Rites, as well as elders from all parties gathered at White Deer College to witness Zhang Feng's opportunity!
If he went like this, wouldn't he be embarrassing White Deer College?
However, Zhang Feng waved his hands and declined.
When the two women saw this, they had no choice but to find Old He and his wife.
Old He's wife didn't say anything and directly pressed Zhang Feng onto a stool. With Old He's wife personally handling the scythe, he finally calmed down. However, when he saw the scythe in Old He's hand, he couldn't help but feel scared. He asked, "Old He, what are you doing with the scythe?"
Old Ho pointed at Zhang Feng's chin and the black hair between his lips and said, "I'm shaving your beard!"
"A man's beard needs to be trimmed to be better and thicker. Don't you know this?"
Zhang Feng was so scared that his whole body trembled.
He was about to go on strike.
"Okay, okay, I won't shave, I won't shave. I'll do it myself when the time comes, okay? I won't shave today. I think it looks good like this. This is called personality … "
After Zhang Feng repeatedly begged for mercy, Old He reluctantly put down the scythe.
When he left the room, Steamed Bun had returned to the mountain.
She squatted at the door with Gouzi and Zhuzi, staring at Zhang Feng.
Seeing Zhang Feng come out, Steamed Bun grabbed Zhang Feng's hand and refused to let go. Zhang Feng had no choice but to hug and touch her. Who wouldn't like such a cute little girl? The most leisurely person on the mountain now should be this little girl, right?
Zhang Feng took Steamed Bun around the mountain and came to the cafeteria. He chose a few snacks and side dishes that Mo Mo liked to eat. It was not easy to make the little girl happy. However, Old He waited for Steamed Bun to finish her meal before he hurriedly took Steamed Bun away.
This time, Cheng Chumo's people didn't come for breakfast. It was said that they went to the mountain to run before dawn. It seemed that they also knew that Zhang Feng had been troubled recently, so they didn't dare to bother him. They were practicing the so-called street dance desperately. They didn't let anyone see it and beat up anyone who saw it.
Zhang Feng was speechless. He touched his chin and looked at Gouzi and Zhuzi who were eating the food on the second floor.
He laughed and scolded, "Did I cheat you on the mountain? Can't you eat more gently? “
The two laughed, but they still wolfed down the food.
"It's so delicious. Brother Feng, why is the food on the second floor different from the food on the first floor?"
Zhang Feng smiled and didn't say anything. After a while, he asked, "Do you want to eat the food on the second floor?"
How could the two kids not want to? Their heads nodded like rattles. Seeing this, Zhang Hong laughed and said, "Then I'll give you a task. As long as you can familiarize yourself with the disciple rules at the end of this year, I'll make an exception and accept you as my last disciple. From now on, you'll eat whatever I eat.
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