Zhang Feng hurriedly straightened his face and stood up. "Dear teachers, I really have a big thing here, and I need your help!"
Yu Shinan and the others saw this.
They looked at each other, and there was a touch of understanding in their eyes.
"Boy, tell us about it."
Yu Shinan waved his hand. "After all, we have been eating and drinking on this mountain for a few days. If we don't find something to do, it can't be justified."
Hearing this, Zhang Feng's face flashed with a touch of excitement. "Dear teachers, even if you live on this mountain for eight or ten years, it is a blessing that I can't even ask for. How can you say that?" “
"That's enough. Put away your flattery. It's useless in front of us!"
Yu Shinan glared at Zhang Feng, lit a cigarette and took a puff. "Tell us about it. If it's not difficult or you want us to carry bricks, you'd better not say it."
"How can I?"
Zhang Feng said with a straight face. "However, there is still one month before the academy officially opens. I have made a few sets of books here, which are the books needed for teaching. I hope you can take a look."
While speaking, Zhang Feng took out several thread-bound blue books that were the same size as the books of that era from under the pillow in the bedroom and handed them to the others.
However, these books were written with the titles of military science, medicine, physics, literature, mathematics, and several major categories. They looked at it and then glanced at Sun Simiao doubtfully.
Sun Simiao smiled faintly. "Good guy, you even calculated the Old Man?"
However, Sun Simiao still took the medical book and read it with relish.
Then, when they were reading the books, Zhang Feng said, "Now the teaching method of the Tang Dynasty is generally based on reading the Book of Songs, the Analects of Confucius, and the teachers' narration. Therefore, the students are going to completely change this teaching method. In the morning, they will read the books of the sages for two hours, and then study literary works in the next two hours. The works of the great masters from ancient times to the present and the stories behind them will be explored by the students after class."
After that, they would rest for three hours, eat, and rest. In the afternoon, they would memorize the books of the sages and study other subjects, such as mathematics, and so on. In the evening, during the last lesson, they would study medicine, leaving some time for them to complete their assigned homework. The next morning, the teachers would review their homework and interpret their doubts … "
Zhang Feng talked about the primary school curriculum and junior high school curriculum he had imagined, as well as the teaching method based on the current situation of the Tang Dynasty.
Except for Yu Shinan, who had heard it once, the others were all immersed in the textbooks written by Zhang Feng at this time.
"Boy, Old Man wants to ask you, what is your so-called medicine and this alcohol? Don't we use quicklime for disinfection now? Can you tell Old Man what this alcohol is? "
"This …"
Zhang Feng naturally knew that Sun Simiao was going to ask questions.
He hurriedly said, "Old Sun, this alcohol is actually something extracted from white wine. I want to ask you, Old Sun, if you encounter a red wound, what is the general survival rate?"
"I mean, for example, a wound that is more than one foot long and has already festered."
Yu Shinan and the others heard this and couldn't help but raise their heads curiously.
They also had a lot of questions, but when they heard the word alcohol, they couldn't help but be interested.
Sun Simiao said without thinking, "If it's a leg or a hand, if it's in spring or summer, if Old Man or a doctor personally takes care of it, it's basically possible to survive more than a month's weather!"
"What if it's on the battlefield?"
"Or the wound has already festered?"
Zhang Feng asked again.
"A handful of quicklime, and the rest depends on the person himself and the medicine. As for whether it can be cured or not, it depends on the person's body!"
Sun Simiao continued.
Zhang Feng nodded.
People in this era didn't know what medicine was at all, let alone what medical care was.
If he said too much, the others wouldn't understand. Zhang Feng just said, "If such a person is in my hands, if I say that I have a 100% chance of saving his life, would you believe it?"
"And in addition to not being able to regenerate broken limbs, I also know the Blood for Blood technique. Would you believe it?"
When Sun Simiao heard this, his expression changed abruptly.
He flipped open Zhang Feng's magical medical book again, took a deep breath, and said solemnly, "Kid, I don't know who your teacher is, but with this medical book in Old Man's hands, you will definitely surpass Bian Que, Hua Tuo, and other medical sages. Why did you publicize this magical medical book to the public?"
"Do you know the importance of this book? Once it spreads, your White Deer College will instantly become the target of public criticism?"
Zhang Feng smiled.
"The road needs people to walk on it. When many people walk on it, it will naturally appear. Look at the road, I naturally know what I'm doing!"
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