As a traveler from the 21st century earth, Chen Yanjun is a person who is ahead of his time, but he does not have the bad taste of being ahead of his time like Fang Qunyu.
To him, dissection was not interesting, even a little disgusting...especially when dissecting corpses.
Various diseased corpses that have been refrigerated for many years are released from the freezer, emitting stench and dirty blood.
After the body is dissected, it must be cleaned, frozen using the seal, and placed in a wooden box for cold storage.
Chen Yanjun's only pleasure was dissecting the diseased living spirit beast, dissecting it at the right spot, prescribing the right medicine, or removing the diseased spot at the right spot, and finally cured the spirit beast.
This made him feel for the first time... peace of mind as a doctor.
He even dissected insects with various diseases while reading medical classics about insects.
While studying, we will cure the bugs one by one.
Not only peace of mind, but also a sense of accomplishment.
And a little bit of fun that I've never experienced before.
As his medical skills continued to improve, he gradually understood Assistant Fang a little bit.
[Medical skill +1, progress 92/100!]
[Medical skill +1, progress 93/100!]
[Medical skill +1...]
It seems that the learning efficiency under the guidance of famous teachers is much higher than Chen Yanjun imagined.
Finally, Chen Yanjun, a master of martial arts, was bold and performed self-dissection in front of a bronze mirror to remove the kidney stones caused by drinking too much and too strong tea.
This time I cut out and added a little more.
[Medical skills: 99/100 (proficient)! 】
Unknowingly, I got stuck again...
Of course, this time the path forward is clear.
After he condenses his Qi into the elixir and enters it, he can use his spiritual power to refine the elixir, perform diagnosis and treatment, and then he can make up for the last shortcomings in his medical skills and reach the pinnacle in one fell swoop!
At dawn, Assistant Professor Fang took a few more tubes of his blood and used it for research, trying to create an antidote.
Finally, Fang Qunyu finally poured Chen Yanjun a cup of tea, which was also mixed with special medicinal wine.
The representative recognized Chen Yanjun’s medical talent.
"I didn't expect that you are so handsome, but you are also a medical genius, much better than Junior Brother Shangguan back then."
"If you can reach the top level and skillfully use spiritual power, you should be close to my level when I was at your age."
Chen Yanjun wanted to complain, but the spirit tea mixed with fermented rice wine entered his nose and reached straight to his heart and spleen. He felt like his whole body was floating, and he forgot where he started to complain for a while.
Fang Qunyu sat down cross-legged next to Chen Yanjun, took a sip of wine and tea, and continued:
"As for whether the toxins in your body will spread to the Dantian after the elixir is formed, I still have two opinions."
"However, you don't have to worry...the problem is serious and there is no point in worrying."
"If you are a mortal all your life, when you grow old and your will is weak, your soul will be controlled by poison, and you will go crazy. Although there is a risk of mutation, your control will also become stronger. I support you.
"
Chen Yanjun took a sip of wine and tea and thought to himself, of course you support me being a guinea pig.
The question now is, Chen Yanjun doubts whether the poison is related to his demonic illusion?
Under the stimulation of alcohol, twelve huge disaster beasts descended on Chang'an once again appeared before his eyes...
Covering the sky and blocking out the sun.
…
Not long after Chen Yanjun fell asleep, he was ruthlessly woken up by Assistant Professor Fang.
"Get up, Du Qiuzhuo is waiting for you."
"Speaking of why we need to attend family meetings... Big families always like to boost their authority regularly."
"The Cui family is at the end of its tether. You have to be tougher and don't let the reputation of Danlin Academy suffer."
"Um……"
Chen Yanjun woke up fascinated by the lake. He was really tired from staying up all night last night.
The time for the family meeting is the same as the start of classes, which is Jichu, at nine o'clock in the morning.
It's Chenzheng now, eight o'clock, still early.
Chen Yanjun washed himself in the ward and then walked out of the basement. Qiu Zhuo was waiting for him outside the door.
Qiuzao rarely wore a very formal turquoise skirt, which looked graceful and elegant. It was much more solemn than the usual white school uniform and sword-fighting Tsing Yi.
It can be seen that even she cares about the family meeting.
Seeing that Chen Yanjun looked particularly tired, Qiu Zhao looked at the door of the ward again to make sure that this was not the gate of the Jiaofang Division.
"You're too haggard. Go to the carriage and change into a pair of bachelor's clothes to feel more energetic."
"okay."
Chen Yanjun and Qiu Zhuo walked out of the main entrance of the Imperial College together.
They saw Du Qingchuan riding a horse and holding another in his hand.
He is dressed in bright clothes and angry horses, and his clothes are wide and wide. There is also a long sword at his waist. His weapon is so majestic that you can't tell that he is a piece of trash.
Behind the two horses came an impressive carriage with red curtains.
Cui Yourong was sitting in the carriage, with a slightly shy look on her beautiful and unparalleled face, as nervous and uneasy as a bride.
Therefore, she did not pull down the curtains or say hello to Chen Yanjun.
So much so that Chen Yanjun could guess her reserved state from across the carriage.
Du Qingchuan saw Chen Yanjun's tired look of overindulgence and deliberately smiled and said:
"Chen...Brother Chen, you had a lot of fun last night. Change into a boy's clothes so that you can match my mother."
Chen Yanjun didn't explain anything and hesitated whether to get into the carriage.
After all, changing clothes in a carriage is really degrading to politeness...
Du Qingchuan urged:
"Go in, why are you embarrassed? Aren't you still wearing a shirt inside?"
Chen Yanjun shook his head.
"After all, Madam hasn't come here yet, I'd better take my clothes back to the Imperial College and change into them."
"That's fine."
Qiu Zhuo believed in Chen Yanjun's character, got into the carriage and took out the fresh clothes prepared by her mother.
Chen Yanjun picked up his clothes and turned around to go to the Imperial College.
But I saw a young man with extraordinary appearance and elegant demeanor walking out of the front door.
At the door, there was a book boy holding a horse waiting for him.
The young man, who was about thirty years old and wearing a green sword, jumped onto his horse without even looking at Chen Yanjun.
After walking a few steps, I realized that the man and woman in front of the carriage not far away were acquaintances.
"Qingchuan, Qiuzao."
Qiu Zhuo raised his head and glanced, his cold voice did not change, he only said:
"Cousin Qian'an."
Du Qingchuan was even more embarrassed. He even ignored his cousin and said casually:
"Qian'an."
Cui Qian'an is the leader of the younger generation of the Cui family. He is twenty-eight years old, a student of the Imperial Academy of Martial Arts, a sixth-grade martial artist, and a master of sword training.
A person of the sixth grade can be an official, join the army, or teach. However, Cui Qian'an has always been just a student. He is humble and deeply loved by Mrs. Cui.
The original owner, Chen Yanjun, had long heard of Cui Qian'an's name, and had seen his heroic appearance from a distance in the Imperial College, but had never met him in person.
That is an existence that is beyond the reach of the original owner, and the benchmark that he most wants to be.
However, Du Qingchuan didn't like him very much. He felt that this guy looked humble, but in fact he was arrogant at heart. His words made a lot of sense, which was annoying to listen to.
Moreover, in front of Qiu Zhuo, this guy especially likes to show that he is superior in cultivation and humble and knowledgeable, even though he has never pursued Qiu Zhuo.
Chen Yanjun could also tell that although Cui Qian'an was also wearing a white school uniform, the cut was extraordinary, like a fairy robe, and his aura was obviously superior to others.
at the moment.
Cui Qian'an rode his horse and slowly came to the carriage. He did not dismount, but bowed slightly towards the carriage and said:
"Qian'an pays my respects to my little aunt."
Cui Yourong's voice was dignified and solemn.
"Qian'an, there's no need to be polite. The person next to you is Mr. Chen."
Cui Yourong's saying "no need to be polite" means...be polite.
Cui Qian'an then turned to look at Chen Yanjun, cupped his fists and said:
"Mr. Chen's poetry is amazing. Cui heard about it yesterday. Now I should call him my uncle."
Du Qingchuan curled his lips at him. This guy always hid his banter in his etiquette, making it impossible to argue with him.
"I wonder what Mr. Chen is holding in his hand..."
Chen Yanjun did not say hello and only responded:
"Change into a boy's clothes."
Cui Qian'an nodded slightly, and then said in a serious voice:
"It turns out that Mr. Chen also wants to see Grandpa."
"Is there anything despicable about being a student of the Imperial College? Why do you need to change clothes?"
"I see that Mr. Chen has a majestic appearance and an extraordinary demeanor. There is no need to gild his clothes. A night of practice is also an honor for our students. There is no need to change clothes. Grandpa will never blame you."
The atmosphere inside the carriage was slightly cold, making people shudder.
Qiu Zhuo frowned.
As the great-grandson whom Jian Zheng admires, you are wearing a specially tailored noble school uniform that looks like an immortal robe, but you want Chen Yanjun, an outsider, to wear an ordinary school uniform to meet Mr. Jian Zheng?
What's more, this is Chen Yanjun's first time meeting Lord Jianzheng, who is the future grandson-in-law of the Cui family!
Isn't this moral kidnapping?
Du Qingchuan couldn't stand it anymore.
"Qian'an you——"
However, Chen Yanjun waved his hand to stop Qingchuan. His expression remained as usual, and he turned to ask Cui Qian'an.
"What did you say you should call me just now?"
Cui Qian'an raised his head and smiled condescendingly.
"Logically, I should call you uncle."
Chen Yanjun said:
"Call me."
A gust of wind passed by.
The atmosphere suddenly became cold.
Cui Qian'an stared at Chen Yanjun coldly, and the pressure of a sixth-grade swordsman slowly dissipated.
The Boling Cui family was the first of the five surnames in the Sui and Tang Dynasties. They had a strict family tradition and a strict hierarchy.
Even though the Cui family in Chang'an was just a branch of the Boling Cui family who had taken refuge with the late emperor, they still had family roots and an orderly hierarchy that could not be violated.
Today, the only person in the Cui family who can ignore seniority is named Murong Ye.
Xianwu, one of the four most talented women of the Tang Dynasty, was also a bad handsome man named Yinhu, the prison chief.
Cui Yourong's cousin and Chen Yanjun's future sister-in-law.
Under the pressure of the sixth grade, Chen Yanjun's expression remained normal and was not affected at all.
Seeing that the other party refused to give in, and his elder aunt was sitting in the carriage again, Cui Qian'an had no choice but to give up and said coldly:
"Little uncle."
"Um."
Chen Yanjun's um was in a high pitched voice, and he immediately said in a serious voice:
"Qian'an is so filial, my uncle will follow your advice. I can save the common people by serving as a student of Danlin Academy, and I can enter the court. How can I be so mean?"
After saying that, he handed the boy's clothes to Qiu Zhuo, jumped on the horse, raised his head and whipped his whip.