Chapter 437 The Art of Anatomy

There is strength in numbers. Of course, this does not include patients, especially those suffering from dysentery.

The more oily a person is, the more powerful he is!? Dr. Zhou envies such people, and recently established a cross-class friendship with the butcher in Zhuangzi.

The butcher is also surnamed Wang, and his main business is slaughtering pigs and sheep. He occasionally butchers dogs, and also serves as a guest in the underground party to assassinate cows, horses, etc. Thirty years of slaughtering career has allowed Killer Wang to accumulate rich experience in committing crimes, covering a radius of more than ten miles.

No one can compare to him. He is the quasi-prototype in the story of the cook Ding Jie Niu, and I always support him with all my strength.

Butcher Wang's skill in dissecting livestock is superb. Dr. Zhou squatted aside and drew and wrote with a cautious expression. At this time, acquaintances always asked curiously: "Doctor Zhou plan to change his profession?"

Butchers who do not sell water-injected meat are worthy of respect, so the butchers these days have more or less prestige, and they can be considered as people who can talk in Zhuangzi. He immediately scolded: "Do you understand medical knowledge? I am discussing with Divine Doctor Zhou.

Medicine, let's go!" As soon as the words came out, everyone suddenly realized that it was Wang Tu who planned to change his career.

Mr. Cheng asked a question to all the doctors in the medical school class. Since this knife can kill a life, can it also save a life under certain circumstances?

A certain situation, in a very abstract way, has posed a difficult problem to all the famous doctors. It’s a laugh-out-loud thing. There are also some amateurs among the people who perform minor surgeries like removing corns and small joint bone spurs on people who are not afraid of death. In the eyes of all the genius doctors,

That's hard to climb

Craftsmanship in the elegant hall. After all, Hua Tuo's plan to operate Cao Cao's forehead is just a legend. Most accomplished doctors will not take it seriously. Practicing medicine is not a fantasy story, so why listen to the instigation of a murderous devil?

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There are exceptions. The old man’s unintentional words gave Dr. Zhou an idea. Since he is not capable of diagnosing from the outside, why not open it to see what’s going on? What is the relationship between organs, bones, and muscles? Perhaps if you are familiar with the internal structure, you can be more effective.

Treat illnesses and save lives.

Looking at Dr. Zhou's medical career from an objective perspective, it was not particularly successful. It was about performance but not performance, breakthroughs but not breakthroughs. Even the achievements of many young doctors were not comparable to his. In short, he lacked talent in this area.

I can vaguely sense Dr. Zhou's thoughts, and I can't help but feel a little worried. Others, as cultivators of beasts, are just using livestock as a pilot project. Once there is a breakthrough in the field of veterinary medicine, the consequences will be disastrous. I would very much like to see an anatomy doctor born in this era.

Pioneer, but it is best to stay away from the Wang family's Zhuangzi. Think about how terrifying it would be for a doctor to actually cut people in Zhuangzi. It cannot be said that it is for the sake of an irrelevant subject to harm the reputation of the Wang family.

Looking at the second wife behind him, Master Huang looked at Dr. Zhou squatting in front of the pig carcass with disdain and muttered: "What does a butcher know? There is a big difference between animals and people, so you should stay away from what is near."

He is also an expert. I have to admire martial arts practitioners at this point, especially top experts like Er Niangzi. If you are not familiar with the structure of the human body, you will not be able to eat this bowl of rice. He warned: "Calm down, and don't interfere with Dr. Zhou if you have nothing to do.

If I see you discussing this with him again, I will pack up and leave. I won’t scare you."

"Master Hou, you are wrong to blame Xiaodi," the second lady saw that I felt guilty when I spoke with a straight face, so she hurriedly explained: "I can't even hide. Dr. Zhou came to the door. Who dares to be perfunctory when asking questions?

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Yes, there is no way to blame the second lady. You have to find a way to control it. The pigs, horses, cattle and sheep can be dealt with casually. If you want to attack someone, you have to stop it. You must not allow anything disrespectful to the deceased to happen, so that Lao Zhou will not make mistakes.

He went astray and became a hopeless pervert.

After dinner, I asked someone to invite Dr. Zhou to his study room without being polite. He got straight to the point and said, "What do you think of Dr. Zhou these days?"

The old man may still have some unfinished projects at hand, and he wants to give me a few words to deal with it so that he can quickly go back to do research. From the mental outlook, it has improved than before. The feeling of a gold digger who has found a rich ore makes people more excited.

It's anxiety.

"I asked Mr. Zhou what his plans are, such as what he has gained in medicine, what direction he will study in, etc. You must know that Mr. Zhou was one of the few teachers at the beginning of the medical school. Later, the school developed into agriculture.

, With such a scale of weaving science, it will really go down in history when there are so many students all over the world." He said it with a smile, half joking and half serious. It was slightly flattering, which made him feel uncertain but still a little hopeful.

Sure enough, Dr. Zhou quickly bowed his hand and returned the gift, and said with shame: "Your Majesty, I can't afford it. I don't dare to ask for a name that will go down in history. I just hope that in my lifetime, I can diagnose the patient's pulse and tell the cause of the patient's disease without guessing."

I am satisfied.”

I felt chills running down my spine. Why is there such a thing as guessing the disease? It would be inhumane to change the diagnosis to guessing. I asked cautiously: "This is what Mr. Wang said. If it were a famous doctor, for example, the old god Sun Simiao, this question would be

Disease diagnosis and pulse..."

Dr. Zhou shook his head, "I dare not tell you what kind of state Mr. Sun is in. Different illnesses often have the same symptoms, so it is difficult to distinguish. There is only a thin line between the so-called famous doctors and quack doctors. It is really difficult to distinguish." At this point, the old man felt that he had no explanation.

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Although my qualifications are dull, I also understand the principle of hard work over hard work, but... As the saying goes, hard work can make up for weakness, and practice is suitable for practice, but it is not suitable for medicine, alas!" After saying this, he shook his head and sighed, years of hard work has yielded little results, and he laughed at himself.

Said: "Maybe it's just for me."

Bitter, I understand Dr. Zhou's mood, I can only say that God is unfair. Even the theorem 'Where there is a will, there is a way' has been broken, what else is impossible? It seems that old Comrade Zhou is unlucky. Let me, a layman, understand him.

The meaning of the local dialect: In the practice of medicine in this era, luck accounts for a large proportion. Although I dare not slander Sun Simiao, even the king of medicine cannot prescribe the right medicine every time.

It’s better not to get sick. Although I tried hard to comfort myself that the doctor in front of me was just a quack, and he was far from the realm of a famous doctor, I still felt a strong sense of insecurity. I know who Lao Zhou is, and I will never do it because of myself.

Incompetent and belittling all colleagues. Thinking about it from another angle, Lao Zhou may not be a quack at all. It’s just that I have come into contact with too few doctors and don’t have a suitable reference to make detailed comparisons. If this is the case, it would be even more terrible!

After thinking for a long time, he hesitated and asked: "Mr. Zhou, I just want to ask. In terms of conscience, what is your position in medical school? It is only measured by professional skills, without involving other factors such as morality."

Dr. Zhou nodded, "Master Hou, that's a good question. There are famous doctors in the medical school. They all have their own specialties, so it's hard to rank them. If we really want to consider them carefully, they may not be the last ones."

That's it. To be modest and honest, there is someone who is not as good as Dr. Zhou among the so-called famous doctors. It is simply a disaster. He sighed dullly, "I'm bothering Dr. Zhou. I just want to ask. Nothing else. Starting from tomorrow, the stable

There is an additional five guan from the family every month, and you can use it as you wish. Oh, by the way, if there is any use for the second lady, just ask him, I will say hello to him tomorrow."

The situation is dire. The poor can't afford the disease because they don't have the money to treat it. Now even the rich can't afford the disease. This makes the Wang family's wealth suspected of shrinking. Why have I worked so hard for so many years? I just want to live a good life and make my family comfortable.

Environment, but...who is to blame?

Looking at Dr. Zhou's back, I felt a little ashamed. Although I didn't understand medical science, I knew something about the development of medicine at home and abroad. But I watched indifferently for several years without even a word of reminder. Let the diligent old man who is over fifty years old turn from a model of massacre.

I was inspired there, and I squatted in front of dead pigs and sheep every day to write and draw... My goal was to cure diseases and save people, but my state of mind was incomparable; my selfishness was a bit too much, even more so than in the workplace.

How did it become like this? It shouldn't be, it was all caused by the people of the Tang Dynasty? But the people of the Tang Dynasty were obviously led into trouble by me, so there is no reason to shirk responsibility.

Lan Ling didn't understand what I was saying. After repeating it a few times, he finally understood. He bit his lip and said nothing, looking at me thoughtfully.

"I'm asking you, what are you looking at?" She looked awkward and stretched out her hand to push her. "Don't believe me?"

Lan Ling nodded, "I feel like you're acting weird lately. If you do something bad and you have to show it to the dead, aren't you afraid that the deceased's family will fight against you?"

Look, you still don’t understand what I mean. I didn’t say to kill people now. Every subject has a development process. I just said hello to Lan Ling and instilled this concept into her in advance so that Dr. Zhou’s behavior would not be criticized a few years later.

People understand that when La goes to the parade, the Wang family will be implicated.

"It's not like what a good person would say." Lan Ling looked at me with an abnormal look, and stretched out his hand to pinch and touch me for a long time. "You haven't changed. Why are you talking nonsense? Is it a ghost?"

"Foolish!"

"You don't have to blame me," Lan Ling knocked on my forehead and pointed at my forehead and said, "You are considering things here, but we are all thinking in our hearts. If you don't mention cutting people open to see, I

I really haven’t cared about what makes you different from ordinary people, you are different from other people.”

"What do you mean?" I was confused and didn't respond.

Lan Ling reminded: "How do you scold Duwa when she gets the question wrong? Just two days ago, you said something about me, but you don't remember?"

"I don't have a lot of brains," I usually say this to others, and I have gotten used to it for decades. Anyway, my mother has said this to me since I was a child.

"Yes, I'm afraid you're the only one in the Tang Dynasty who would say that. We usually say 'don't worry about it', right?"

"What is yours and ours is not a class struggle, so why exclude me?" This is unscientific in the first place. People who are beheading people all day long, "a snake can't survive without a head" have been said for many years, and I still can't tell the difference.

It really doesn’t make sense where you are thinking from. “Medical blindness. Did you feel dizzy when you got sick? After dizziness, did you feel that your thoughts were not enough? I have to explain such a simple truth, I look down on you.”

Lan Ling nodded helplessly, "It's unbelievable. Just such a fat and white person is responsible for handling the affairs of the government and housework? How come you always say 'the heart is more intelligent than the body' when praising someone for being smart, but don't say they have more brains?"

I wanted to hit someone, but when I couldn't beat him, I scratched the wall. My son was already a fool, but he suddenly realized that he and his mother had no common language. It was a sin!

There is no way to explain it to laymen, and ignorant people need to be enlightened. "Not to say that much, anatomy is a discipline, not an outside cult. Maybe we can't enjoy the results, but the meaning to future generations is different. I

It’s a rare occasion when my conscience catches my eye. If you don’t help me, forget it, it’ll cost me a hair.”

"What you said is smooth, but no one in the royal family openly supports the idea of ​​a doctor turning into a butcher." Lan Ling bit his lips and thought for a long time, then asked: "Why should I listen to you? Such unscrupulous behavior makes it clear to him.

Dayi. Even if you can convince me, can I convince others? Even if you convince a few people, can you make people like this in Datang understand what you mean? Give up the idea of ​​Dr. Zhou as soon as possible. In the end, people don't ask about his fault.

, this is an offering from your Wang family."

"That's what I'm afraid of." He rubbed his hands in displeasure. He knew this was the result, but he didn't have the professional knowledge in this area to convince Lan Ling. It was far-fetched: "I have to make you understand something. Since there is a specialized medical

The hospital will inevitably develop in this direction in the future. Even if Dr. Zhou can be stopped now, Dr. Wang and Dr. Liu will do the same in a few years. It’s not that they don’t abide by tradition, but that we people can’t understand that kind of thing.

Persistence.”

Lan Ling looked at me suspiciously, "Is it possible that you have known it for five hundred years? Don't tell me. It's really hard to distinguish serious lies. How many years is it to pretend to be a half-immortal? Maybe ten or eight years can be seen

, no matter how long it is, there will be no verification, and it will always be unserious." No.

Knowing that she was perfunctory or that she didn't believe me, she waved her hand impatiently, "Say something clean. If you don't come for a few days, the moment you walk in, there will be corpses and heads. It's a disgrace to the scenery. I don't believe that you, a majestic head of the family, can't even restrain his servants.

, come to me and talk nonsense."

Shaking her head, even Lan Ling didn't want to believe it, so there was no need to dwell on this matter any longer. I couldn't convince her, as one of the important members of the royal family. Even if she understood the truth, she wouldn't risk supporting it. It would ruin the image of the royal family and the gain would outweigh the loss.

Without support, I could only forcibly stop Dr. Zhou's anatomy research, but every time I saw Lao Zhou, I suddenly hesitated. I couldn't bear to say the words several times. I felt sorry for my conscience, and even more sorry for the man in front of me who was so dedicated to asking questions.

The old doctor felt unspeakably awkward.

Two years before I was released, I wasn't so pretentious. Everything was much simpler from the perspective of the Wang family. Why did it become like this? I squatted there and took Dr. Zhou's drawings of ghosts on the ground. I praised him a few times without sincerely, and asked a few questions pretending to be curious.

I gave up and even looked down on myself along the way.

I get angry with myself when I get home. When I'm angry, I like Hu Xunsi's blaming people. Especially Dr. Zhou's bad paintings make people unhappy. What are they? Line drawings are not like line drawings. Drawing from life is not a place for sketching. It is not to belittle him.

, just showing the anatomy diagram is not embarrassing enough, and he doesn’t even have the basic drawing skills.

"Nine pounds!" Maoyao shouted towards the door. The child was practicing shooting under a tree. Master Huang recently made a slingshot for the child, and the straps had big tendons found on some animals. He was so stiff that I pulled.
To be continued...