Such a big deal?
Ying Chengyu glanced at Xia Wuji in surprise, and saw that Xia Wuji had a serious look on his face, no joke at all.
The word "teacher" had extremely great weight in ancient times.
The relationship between master and disciple is like that between parents and children.
At that time, if there was no accident, you could only have one master in your life.
Unlike modern schooling, the nine-year compulsory education alone has six or seven teachers.
Disciples should treat their master with the same respect and respect as they treat their parents.
If there is an offense, even if it is the master's fault, outsiders will only blame the disciple.
Ying Fusu's master was Chunyu Yue, and even if Chunyu Yue was wrong in all kinds of ways, it was hard to say to Ying Fusu, that was it.
Neither the First Emperor nor Ying Chengyu liked Chunyu Yue.
But in order for Ying Fusu to grow up, neither brother killed Chunyu Yue. The division is so important.
"I don't know any medical skills. It's just a coincidence." Ying Chengyu paused and continued: "I apologize for what I did before. You are a real doctor."
Ying Chengyu apologized for the second time. A noble person should not be treated like this.
Use yourself to save others.
If someone treated Ying Chengyu like this, there is a high probability that he would have gone over and stabbed him in the middle of the night.
You cannot become a disciple.
You can worship the corpse.
"Coincidence, alas."
Xia Wuji couldn't hide the disappointment on his face, even though he had been mentally prepared for this.
"Did Wu Qie offend Mr. Chang'an in some way? Mr. Chang'an seems to have a bad opinion of Wu Qie."
Xia Wuqi could tell that the first apology made by Ying Chengxuan was casual, but the second apology was sincere.
"It's not that I have a bad opinion of you, I just have a bad opinion of doctors."
Ying Chengyu's thoughts drifted away.
"In my dreams, there is always a wooden sign in front of the drug store, and the writing on it changes frequently. For example, from the first to the fourteenth of January, it says that the golden sore medicine is sold at a 50% discount, and buy three and get one free. From the fifteenth to the end of the month, It says that if you buy medicine for one gold, you will receive ten pounds of polished rice as a gift."
Xia Wuji imagined the scene described by Ying Chengyu and couldn't help but chuckle.
What kind of medicines are stored in the drug store and how many medicines are stored are all chosen according to the diseases suffered by the local people.
Each drug store stores a certain number of types of medicines.
The purpose of medicine is to cure diseases and save people, to benefit people, and to sell to people in need.
If the medicine is sold for money and sold to people who are not sick, and the people who are sick cannot get the medicine when they buy it, wouldn't it be contrary to the way of doctors?
The doctor who runs the pharmacy is not a businessman, so how could he write such despicable words?
"Why is the imperial doctor laughing at you?"
"I laugh at Mr. Chang'an's whimsical thinking. Such a ridiculous scene can only appear in Mr. Chang'an's dreams."
"Absurd? Maybe. In my dream, doctors in medical clinics will impatiently expel patients who have no money to treat them. Medicine is not about treating diseases and saving people, but about amassing money and getting rich."
Xia Wuji laughed.
"Chang'an Jun's dream becomes more and more bizarre as he talks about it. None of my medical disciples refuses to treat people because of money. My medical family's mission is to treat illnesses and save people, and wealth is what businessmen pursue."
Ying Chengyu stopped, raised his head and looked at Xia Wuji, who was smiling happily, and said seriously: "But I don't think the scene in the dream is an illusion. What does the imperial doctor think about the medical profession?"
This was the first time Xia Wuqie heard the word "medical merchant". He instinctively frowned and said, "What is a medical merchant?"
"The Imperial Physician's Order can be simply understood as the combination of doctors and merchants. Merchants transport things to the west, work hard, and earn the price difference. Doctors and merchants do not need to travel far and wide, they only need to constantly let patients buy the medicines they prepare.
"Most patients don't understand medicine, so they don't know what medicine to take. As long as the doctor tells them, they will buy it, because what they are buying is their own life. Is there anything in the world that is more valuable than human life?"
Xia Wuji was lifeless. He stared at Ying Chengyu closely and frowned: "Mr. Chang'an's words are conclusive, and they don't sound like words spoken in a dream. But have you ever met a so-called medical merchant? Please tell me that you are so disrespectful of human life and use medical skills." For those who do evil, I will ask their teachers to take back their medical skills!"
Ying Chengyu was silent for a moment, smiled softly, and helped Xia Wuge to continue walking.
"It's a joke, it's a joke, how can there be such a bad person? Doctors always say, "I just want no one to get sick in the world, I would rather sell medicine to make people dust." How can they sell medicine indiscriminately for money?"
"But if there is no one in the world to get sick, I would rather take medicine to produce dust. But if there is no one in the world to get sick, I would rather take medicine to produce dust. But if there is no one in the world to get sick, I would rather take medicine to produce dust."
Xia Wuji read it three times in a row, his eyes shining brightly.
"In just fourteen words, I have fulfilled my lifelong wish as a doctor. Lord Chang'an is a great talent! I have a request, and I hope Lord Chang'an will definitely grant it."
"Please give me the imperial doctor's order."
"I want to take these words as a legacy for my medical disciples. All my medical disciples must follow these fourteen words as their code of conduct, okay?"
Afraid of Ying Chengyu's refusal, Xia Wuqie added another sentence.
"Wuji will make it clear that these fourteen words come from the mouth of Lord Chang'an and will never be stolen as his own."
Ying Chengxiao smiled and said: "I have a wish, but I don't dare to ask for it. Chengxiao has only one invitation. This is not what I said. It was said by a famous doctor. I dare not steal this work for myself. Imperial Physician Ling Jianyan said, this saying comes from the famous doctor Keye."
"I wonder if this doctor can leave his name?"
"We met by chance, but we didn't know each other's names."
Every five years, doctors gather together in one place to discuss medical principles and exchange medical skills in order to improve their medical skills.
I went there six times with my master, and once after my master passed away.
Are there any famous doctors in the world that I don’t recognize?
If these words really came from the mouth of a doctor, they would have reached my ears long ago.
The way you looked when you said it was a doctor just now is completely different from the first time you apologized to me.
The opportunity to be famous for eternity is thrown away so easily.
Lord Chang'an, do you really have an indifferent nature like a saint, or do you only have eyes for the throne of the Lord of the World?
Xia Wuji looked at Ying Chengxuan for a long time and said: "A person who can say these fourteen words, even if he has no medical skills, still has a medical heart that cares for the people of the world. Peace is booming in the Central Plains, and it will not be easy for the people to live in peace. We can’t stand the chaos of war.”
Chang'an Jun can say these fourteen words, which shows that he cares about the people, so he should not plot rebellion.
"If you don't have medical skills, you are not a doctor, and you can't say such words. The people are indeed suffering, and peace is hard to come by."
This is really not what I said, but I really don’t want to rebel.
The two walked out of Meng Mansion.
When they were leaving, Ying Chengyu chuckled and said, "Old man Xia, when I'm done with my work these days, I'll go and talk to you about the medical affairs."
What can you talk to me about? Medical businessman?
Xia Wuji thought of the hundred gold coins that Ying Chengxuan took out, and asked warily: "What's the matter?"
"The number of doctors today is scarce, and there are no medical clinics in many places. People who are sick have to travel hundreds of miles. I have a plan to solve this problem. Let your family of doctors flourish, let doctors spread all over the world, so that people can seek medical treatment when they are sick. You have not interested?"
(End of chapter)
