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As soon as I returned to the dorm, I hurriedly took the wooden box down from the bookshelf and solemnly opened it. The wooden box released a fragrance that calmed one's mind. I guessed that there was a deeper meaning behind the wooden box for this medical book. Reading a book required a calm mind. The fragrance of the wooden box could calm one's mind and allow one to quickly enter a reading state.
I didn't want to spend too much time thinking about this, so I carefully took out the medical book. I didn't immediately open the book, but instead sent my Yin Soul into the book to search for the thoughts attached to it. It was as I expected. This kind of ancient book would definitely have pure thoughts attached to it. Especially this kind of handwritten book. The person who left behind this medical book must have put a lot of effort into it. A high level of concentration and mental energy would naturally leave behind extremely pure thoughts.
It had to be known that this medical book was used as a medium to pass down medical knowledge. The person who wrote this book must have been extremely focused. Moreover, every generation of people who received the inheritance would also leave behind extremely pure thoughts when they studied the medical knowledge in this book. These thoughts were the result of the medical experience of their doctors. For a lazy person like me, rather than slowly grasping the contents of the book, it was better to digest these thoughts. This was the benefit of cultivators like us. Many people thought that cultivators had photographic memory and could comprehend things by analogy. However, they didn't know that people like me could digest the thoughts after cultivating to the first level and instantly learn the knowledge in the book. Of course, I didn't know if other cultivators could digest thoughts.
After reaching the Yin Soul level, the speed at which I could digest these thoughts was much faster than before. Moreover, this medical book was passed down by Professor Qi's family. There weren't many people who had read this book. Although the thoughts left behind were pure, there weren't many of them. It was a good thing that the Qi family had carefully preserved this book. The thoughts in the book hadn't been erased. They had all been preserved. This medical book wasn't written by a single person. It had been revised and supplemented by generations of the Qi family. The contents were extremely detailed.
After absorbing these thoughts, reading the medical book again was like reading his own diary. Especially some of the cases, the treatment process actually replayed in my mind. Of course, I know how valuable this experience is.
For the next few days, I didn't go to the library. Every day, I stayed in the dorm and read the thick medical book. The medical book contained the medical experience of several generations of doctors in the Qi family. My understanding of traditional Chinese medicine is also more profound than before. It was not the fault of Chinese medicine that Chinese medicine had fallen to this point. Instead, it was the severing of cultural heritage. Chinese medicine was built on a long cultural heritage. With the loss of cultural heritage, Chinese medicine naturally lost the soil for survival. How could a tree without soil grow strong and healthy? The reason why he was able to survive until today was entirely because of the solid foundation of Chinese medicine. Generation after generation, their sons sold their grandfather's land without any heartache. Even if the foundation of traditional Chinese medicine was solid, how could it withstand such squandering?
At this point, I could understand Professor Qi's feelings. He had the heart to kill the enemy, but was powerless to reverse the situation. Even if he tried his best to hold up the banner of Chinese medicine, how could he compete with the menacing Western medicine alone?
I was so immersed in the medical book that I almost forgot that the art festival had already begun. Each faculty took turns to hold various artistic activities. The art festival was the annual highlight of the Medical University. The school and each faculty attached great importance to it.
The school had a good relationship with the provincial orchestra. Every year, they would be invited to perform at the school. The provincial orchestra had put down the so-called airs of artists over the years. They were no longer limited to performing on the stage of the provincial theater. Instead, they worked hard to cooperate with various institutions and schools to send art to various units. Therefore, they were also very happy to participate in an art festival like the Medical University.
However, artists would always have the feelings of an artist. Although they put down their airs and came to perform at the Medical University, it was inevitable that there would be some contempt at times. Especially when the students of the Medical University performed on the same stage as them. The students of the Medical University could clearly feel the contempt of these artists.
Although the students in the art troupe were already at the highest level of the Medical University, they were still amateurs. Compared to the professional level of the Provincial Orchestra, there was naturally a huge gap. As the leader, Zhang Lixian naturally had to bear the greatest pressure. Her personal experience was also the most direct and vivid.
I automatically joined the art troupe that day. After attending a party, I never appeared in the art troupe again. Recently, even the performances in the dormitory had temporarily stopped. The cultural programs in our dormitory building suddenly became a lot more monotonous. I could only hear the shower song coming from the bathroom every afternoon.
Yang Lingyun came over every day, but when she saw me concentrating on reading the medical book, she sat in our dormitory for a while, then went back by herself. The other students were too embarrassed to disturb me. After all, as a student, learning was the most important task. Moreover, my book was given to me by Professor Qi. It looked very advanced. It was completely handwritten traditional Chinese characters, but I read it as if I was reading a novel, flipping through it quickly. The way they looked at me was full of admiration.
Zhang Lixian couldn't sit still and personally came to our dormitory. It just so happened that I had also flipped through this medical book, so I could temporarily stop.
"Huang Jingyang, Hero Huang! You really can sit still! Our art troupe has been in a mess these few days. The Provincial Orchestra will be here soon, and you're still sitting in the dormitory reading books all day long. You're not prepared at all. In this state, how are you going to show off your power to the group of arrogant artists in the Provincial Orchestra? I'm telling you, even if you don't care about them, they won't not care about you, "Zhang Lixian said.
"How is that possible, they don't know me. What's more, they're artists in the Provincial Art Troupe. Why would they care about a university student like me? "I naturally didn't believe it.
"If it was like before, they naturally wouldn't care about a university student. However, it's hard to guard against a family thief. Du Shenwei has a relative in the vocal troupe. Every year at this time, he would volunteer to contact the Provincial Orchestra. It's not like you don't know what kind of person he is. He definitely doesn't want to see you doing well. They will definitely tell your situation to the Provincial Orchestra, and at the same time, reveal our plan, "I understood after hearing Zhang Lixian's words.
This Du Shenwei was also a very strange person. He wanted to pursue Yang Lingyun, but other people didn't have any good impression of him, and actually put the blame on me. And he was so fake. He could actually be the vice-captain of the school's art troupe, and also the captain of the department's art troupe. He was probably someone who knew how to act in front of the teacher.
"I'm at this level anyways. Even if I practice every day, it's still the same. If they want to prepare, then let them. " I didn't really care, compared to a few normal people, if I didn't have any confidence at all, then what's the point of cultivating?
"Why aren't you worried at all? I'm really worried to death. They definitely prepared a guqin. Your guqin is amazing, so they will definitely send a guqin expert to defeat you. They might even have to play a guitar with you. They might even use the fact that you don't know any other instruments to completely defeat you. If you lose, then our carefully prepared counterattack will completely fail, "Zhang Lixian said worriedly.
"Don't worry. We'll deal with whatever comes our way, "I said calmly.
The evening party between the art troupe and the Provincial Orchestra became the most watched event of the Medical University's art festival. A few days before the evening party, the tickets for the evening party were very popular in the Medical University. This ticket wasn't easy to get. The allocation of tickets was fixed. A portion was given to the faculty, a portion was reserved for the student union, and a portion was given to each faculty. Finally, the art troupe also got a portion. However, there were only so many tickets, and the school had so many students. It was impossible to stuff them all into the auditorium. The TV in the classroom would broadcast it live. However, how could watching a broadcast have as good an effect as watching it live?
Before the evening party even started, the atmosphere of the evening party had already started brewing. The discussion about this evening party on the Medical University's BBS was also very heated. Most people think that my guqin level is definitely at the top among students, but compared to professional standards, it's still not enough.
There were also a certain number of people who thought that the people who didn't think highly of me didn't really listen to my performance. So they greatly underestimated my level. They think that my level can no longer be measured by professional standards. If there are still master level guqin masters in this world, then I should count as one.
"Huang Jingyang, look, you're a big star of the Medical University now. The BBS is talking about you every day. Someone even posted the recording of your performance on the BBS. That's too cool. I don't know what these people are thinking. Those people in the Provincial Orchestra are artists in name, but aren't most of them just students who graduated from music schools? If they really had great ability, would they still be in the Provincial Orchestra? Why don't they go and have a concert? However, this time they know beforehand that there's an expert like you, so they should send a guqin expert over. You still have to be careful, "Fan Zhilong moved the notebook over for me to see the contents.
"Careful my ass! With Huang Jingyang's level, it's useless no matter who comes from the Provincial Orchestra. This time, Du Shenwei is going to smash his own foot with a rock. He was going to attack Huang Jingyang, isn't this clearly putting his face over for Huang Jingyang to hit? If the Provincial Orchestra really did that, they would be screwed over by Du Shenwei. Isn't this letting Huang Jingyang smash their reputation? If people find out that they lost to a university student in the Medical University, let's see who will invite their Provincial Orchestra to perform in the future? "Li Chaoyong laughed in disdain.
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