Since the fall of the Zheng family, Zheng Shicai has transformed from the eldest son of the family to a wanted criminal overnight. His parents, brothers, and family members have all been killed and exiled.
Fortunately, Zheng Xuan asked Zheng Shicai to return to his hometown in advance, where the power of the Zheng family was greater than the imperial power.
Of course, this was when the Zheng family was still the original Zheng family. With the downfall of Zheng Xuan and the confiscation of their homes, most of the Zheng family's power was instantly destroyed by Li Shimin.
However, a skinny camel is bigger than a horse, and the Zheng family still has a group of die-hard fans.
With the secret help of other aristocratic families, Zheng Shicai, under the escort of his clan members, finally got rid of the numerous wanted orders and fled to Goguryeo, preparing to join the Yuan family.
However, the Yuan family, which had always had a close relationship with the Zheng family, now avoided Zheng Shicai.
Zheng Shicai's month in Goguryeo was the most frustrating experience in his life.
Without the support of the Yuan family, it would be difficult for Zheng Shicai to gain a foothold in Goguryeo.
At this time, the Tang Dynasty was at its peak, and Li Shimin's prestige frightened the surrounding small countries.
As Zheng Shicai was a fugitive, no one dared to take him in at this time.
"Mr. Lang, we are running out of money." In an inn in Jian'an City, a servant who looked like a butler said to Zheng Shicai.
"How long will it last?" Zheng Shicai asked.
"I'm afraid it can only last for three to five days. We gave the Yuan family too much money some time ago, but unfortunately the Yuan family still dare not help us."
After Zheng Shicai heard what the old butler Zheng Bo said, he slammed the tea cup on the ground and said viciously: "Damn Yuan family, damn Li Shimin, damn Zhang San, you guys are bullying people too much..."
"Mr. Lang, now that you are the only heir of the Zheng family, you must not be blinded by hatred. If you keep the green hills, you will not be afraid of running out of firewood." Uncle Zheng comforted you.
"I understand. Uncle Zheng, please go out first. I will be alone." Zheng Shicai closed his eyes and sighed.
If Zhang San knew that Zheng Shicai resented him, he would probably cry out that he was wronged. I didn't do anything to you. Your family was copied by Li Shimin. What does it matter to me?
However, the cause of this incident was really because of Zhang San. If he hadn't happened to capture Yimu Ben alive on the way, the Zheng family would not have been found out by Li Shimin as a traitor.
When Zheng Shicai fled to Goguryeo, he thought he could use the power of the Yuan family to avenge his own people and parents. However, they did not even see him, but they accepted the money he sent to him.
At this time, Zheng Shicai was at the end of his rope. Except for Uncle Zheng and a few dead men loyal to the Zheng family who were still with him, everyone else had dispersed.
I am almost running out of money now. If I cannot get the support of the Yuan family, I can only have two results in Goguryeo. Either I will take people as coolies and remain anonymous, or I will be arrested by the king of Goguryeo or other people who want to please Li Shimin.
Transfer to Chang'an.
Neither of these results is what Zheng Shicai wants to see.
The hatred in his heart kept accumulating, and Zheng Shicai would wake up from his dreams every night in the dead of night.
The tragedy that befell the family left Zheng Shicai in agony.
After a long time, Zheng Shicai seemed to have made up his mind and withdrew his gaze from Chang'an.
…
Zhang San got his wish and got rid of the crotch cloth and replaced it with something familiar to him. Fang Keying also reluctantly changed into a women's one at his strong suggestion.
At the same time, after experiencing it, Fang Keying felt that this underwear is really good and very comfortable to wear. Good things must be shared.
So this style of underwear was passed on by Fang Keying to her younger sister, who then told Xiaoyu, and all the girls in the family put on new clothes.
Zhang San didn't know this. At this time, Zhang San was chatting with Sun Simiao.
To be precise, Zhang San wanted to ask Sun Simiao to open a medical school.
"Xiao San, I can only save people, but I can't teach them!" After hearing Zhang San's plan for the medical school, Sun Simiao agreed with Zhang San's idea, but he didn't know how to teach people.
"Sir, it's okay. Our Chinese medicine is profound and profound. You don't need to pass on all your skills to them. You can let them engage in certain aspects of study, such as: typhoid and cold, identification of medicinal herbs, cultivation of medicinal herbs, surgery, orthopedics...
…In short, one should study one direction, strive for excellence, and focus on one thing.”
Zhang San has always wanted to open a modern medical school in Datang. Of course, it was impossible to achieve it with Zhang San's knowledge. After all, it was limited by the development level of medicine in the era. At this time, the world of traditional Chinese medicine was still dominated.
At that time, I mainly studied Western medicine and needed to rely on various examination equipment. In this era, there were no various medical equipment for Zhang San to use.
But Sun Simiao was different. He was the king of medicine. Although he didn't know why Sun Simiao was not as famous as he thought at this time, the old Taoist priest's medical skills were really impressive.
"Your idea is very good, but the old Taoist is worried that it will mislead others..."
Before Sun Simiao finished speaking, Zhang San continued to persuade: "How could it be possible? How could your medical skills mislead others? I think real people also want to save more people, but relying on you alone, after all, your energy is limited, but
If we could teach more students, wouldn't it be possible to help more people?
Besides, our medical school does not just teach people. After all, medical skills are different from other knowledge and need to be taught by words and deeds. Our medical school not only teaches people, but also treats patients and saves people.
In fact, if you are a real person who treats diseases in a Taoist temple, and now you move to a hospital to treat diseases, and train a few students along the way, you can also find your old friends. If they are interested, you can teach people in this medical school together.
Spread medical skills..."
"Okay, let me give it a try."
Zhang San was very excited when he heard Sun Simiao finally nodded in agreement.
I am not interested in Marquis, business, etc., but I am still very interested in studying medicine. After all, I could have turned from a struggling emergency department intern into a real doctor, but...
Alas! I ended up in a place like this, where all the things I had worked hard to learn for several years were useless.
Of course, you can't say that, but conditions don't allow it. Under limited conditions, Zhang San actually knows a lot of emergency medical skills.
For example: artificial respiration...
"It's great that you agree, Zhenren. I guess it won't be completed this year. Our medical school will definitely be completed in the spring of next year. By then, I also want to learn from it."
"Xiaosan, you are already a marquis now, will doing these things have a bad impact on you?" Sun Simiao asked.
"It doesn't matter, whoever wants to talk, I don't care. Then let's make an agreement like this, real person. When the time comes, all the affairs required by the medical school will be handed over to me, and you can teach in the medical school by the way.