The atmosphere in the hall became heavy.
Every time there was a great change in the Divine Path, there would be people who would suddenly rise like stars, while others would fall like rocks into the deep sea, not causing any waves.
The battle of the Divine Path was not about right or wrong, but whether one had the right to continue on the Divine Path.
Fang Yun did not seem to see the medical students leaving and continued to explain.
After explaining the theory and theory, Fang Yun paused for a moment and said slowly, "Next, I will talk about the treatment of the plague. I have to mention the Eight Methods of Treatment, including the Sweating Method, the Vomiting Method, the Lowering Method, the Harmonizing Method, the Warming Method, the Cooling Method, the Eliminating Method, and the Supplementing Method. The Eight Methods summarized by Zhang Sheng Zhongjing are very important, so I will not repeat them. However, the same Eight Methods of Treatment have different concepts for treating typhoid and febrile diseases, so the actual treatment methods are also different. So … please reconsider, I will rest for a quarter of an hour. "
Fang Yun walked down the podium and returned to his seat.
The people in the hall immediately whispered to each other, and there was an irritating buzzing sound.
Ao Huang was agitated and excited. After Fang Yun sat down, he whispered, "There will be the sound of the Literary Gallbladder cracking soon, right? What you said at the beginning was still within Zhang Zhongjing's' Eight Principles'. In essence, it still followed the School of Typhoid. Although there were some discrepancies in the details, it was not a big deal. Most people could accept it, so only a few people left. But now you want to separate Zhang Zhongjing's Eight Methods of Treatment according to temperature and cold. Normal medical students can't accept it. This is equivalent to denying their medical skills! Their Literary Gallbladder can't take it! "
Fang Yun rolled his eyes at Ao Huang and said, "I'm just here to watch the show."
Ao Huang chuckled. He said, "Now that you mention the Eight Methods, they are specific treatment methods, and involve more aspects. There are also more ideas to be subverted. If you can't accept it, you can either completely give up on studying the Plague Theory like those who left before, or deny your medical skills. Otherwise, just wait for your Literary Gallbladder to shatter. "
Fang Yun shook his head gently and said, "If I were to subvert some ideas of the School of Miscellany, Legalism, or Confucianism, there will definitely be people who deny me and criticize me. However, this is the Medical Arts Conference. At most, they would only debate with me after I finished explaining. Even if you want to completely deny it, it will be months or even years later. "
"What a pity. I'm afraid we won't be able to see a real battle of words! By the way, before you go to Notre-Dame to discuss the Dao in the future. You must call me! When Li Wenying returns from his training, he will go to the Notre-Dame to discuss Dao, right? Heh heh, he had made a lot of enemies. God knows how many mouthfuls of blood he would spit out! As for you … Don't worry, I will prepare the most blood-nourishing divine items in the Dragon Palace in advance. "Ao Huang said with a sly smile.
Fang Yun rolled his eyes at Ao Huang.
Time passed slowly, and more and more people from the School of Medicine left their seats. When Fang Yun returned to the stage, there were another hundred or so people missing from the gathering.
Fang Yun stood on the podium and scanned the audience.
Among the medical scholars. Other than the Grand Secretaries and Great Confucians, everyone from Tong Sheng to Hanlin Academy had a solemn expression on their faces. It was as if they had the thought of a moth flying into a flame, and were about to cut off all means of retreat.
Normal medical gatherings were for exchange and learning, but today's gathering was a huge test.
If they passed the test, they could learn the Plague Theory and strengthen themselves. Their medical skills would improve further.
If they couldn't pass, they would have no fate with the Plague Theory and the Warm School of Medicine. They would forever fall behind.
The lanterns were like a forest, and the red light was like a mountain. It was so oppressive that people couldn't breathe.
Fang Yun said softly, "Let's start with the Plague Theory. The Plague Theory is different from Typhoid … "
As soon as these words were spoken, the expressions of many members of the School of Medicine changed slightly. He had directly separated the epidemic from the cold. This was not the "possibility" that Fang Yun had mentioned earlier. Instead, he was trying to separate the epidemic from the cold.
Thinking of this, some people began to sweat, and their eyes wandered.
"… Typhoid is never too late, epidemic is never too early. Typhoid is always too hot, epidemic is always too hot …"
Time passed slowly, and the atmosphere became more solemn.
Kacha …
A crisp sound of the Plague Theory cracking was heard, and a person fell limply onto the chair, bleeding from his seven orifices.
A thick medical book appeared in front of Zhang Cangxiang. With a wave of his hand, a ray of light flew out from the medical book and entered the body of the medical scholar, stopping his injuries.
The well-prepared bailiffs rushed over and carried the High Scholar of the School of Medicine away.
Fang Yun acted as if he didn't know anything, and continued to explain.
Every time he explained a paragraph, there would be a crisp sound. Either the Plague Theory had a slight crack, or the Plague Theory cracked, or the Plague Theory completely shattered.
By the time Fang Yun finished speaking, 57 people had already been carried away, including two doctors from the Hanlin Academy.
The venue was filled with the smell of blood. Under the illumination of the large red lanterns, the medical gatherings became more sinister.
Every time there was a cracking sound, the "Plague Theory" in front of Fang Yun would become heavier. In the end, the "Plague Theory" was so heavy that the table creaked. Fang Yun had no choice but to pick up the "Plague Theory" and place it in his hands.
Every time the Plague Theory cracked, the aura of the medical book in Fang Yun's Literature Palace would become stronger.
Every time the Plague Theory cracked, the talent of the medical scholars would become more condensed.
Every time the Plague Theory cracked, a sapling would appear on the ground of the County Literature Institute. The sapling would quickly grow into an apricot tree.
Every time the Plague Theory cracked, the light on the surface of the Notre-Dame's Sacred Book, Febrile Diseases, would circulate once.
Suddenly, an old voice sounded from the southwest corner of the venue, "Ping 'er, father is old. You must persevere until the end. Our Meng Family Medical Hall will be handed over to you … "
Kacha …
The crisp sound of the Plague Theory cracked, and the old Scholar's neck tilted, bleeding from his seven orifices. He fell into his son's arms, and his face revealed a painful expression.
"Father …" The middle-aged scholar supported his father, and his eyes were filled with tears.
Fang Yun held the Plague Theory in his hands, and like a doctor, he was neither happy nor sad, neither hot nor cold, and said calmly, "The sound of reform is like the cry of dawn, seeing the light, seeing the truth, seeing the life and death. With the soul of the medical school, the life of the human race. May the human race live in peace. "
The painful expression on the old Scholar's face gradually disappeared, and he fell into a deep sleep.
"May the human race live in peace." Many people from the medical school replied softly.
A peaceful and auspicious energy enveloped the entire Ning An City, and the fifty-eight apricot trees bloomed one after another, and the fragrance spread for ten miles.
Ao Huang sighed softly, and said softly, "So this is the sound of reform. I was deceived in the past. No wonder, no wonder Grandpa Dragon Sage always said that the human race is stronger than the Dragons. The power of the old era ended with the Plague Theory, but it also nourished the power of new life. This is probably the Yin and Yang of the medical school, the outside and the inside, the truth and the falsehood. This is not the sound of decay, but the sound of inheritance, even if it is only telling the future generations that the path is wrong. "
Ao Huang looked at Fang Yun with a faint smile, and felt that the figure on the podium was incomparably tall.
Fang Yun kept the original copy of the Plague Theory, and said, "At the end of the Plague Theory, there is a written prescription. I will not go into detail, and need to slowly verify it. After that, I will communicate with everyone and learn from each other. "
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