Xing Zhengtian rolled his eyes: "Maybe you will get some inspiration from the dream."
Chen Wende did not believe what his old friend said.
Old friends can use the social atmosphere of the dream and supplement it with data to restore the background at that time. In ancient times, there was no concept of biotechnology. How could it help him?
After hanging up the call, Chen Wende hesitated for two seconds between sleeping and studying. The bitter taste lingering in his mouth disappeared.
He walked firmly to the research room.
In the early hours of the morning, the assistant forcefully broke in and pulled the teacher out to prevent sudden death.
…
Chen Wende knew that he was dreaming. This was a young and powerful body.
The rough palms were strong and strong, and the strong body was full of explosive power. At this time, he even felt that he could squat in the research room without sleep.
"Come on, class is about to start. Why are you standing there?" A boy patted him from behind.
The dream was not very helpful to him. Chen Wende didn't want to waste time, so he pinched himself hard and tried to wake up.
Useless.
The boy in front had been waiting for him, and Chen Wende could only follow him silently.
Thanks to a friend who is an ancient culture researcher, he barely knows a little bit about this area. Looking at the surrounding buildings, it seems to be a school in the twentieth century.
Following the flow of people, Chen Wende and the boy came to the lecture theater, where many people were already sitting.
The class bell rang, and an old professor walked in with a white cloth in his arms.
The students all stood up and said hello. Chen Wende was a little slow and quickly followed suit.
"Students, how was your vacation? Did you review and consolidate your knowledge? Next, I will select a few students to answer last week's textbook content." The old professor asked with a smile.
The boy next to him hurriedly leaned on the table and kept muttering: "Don't look at me, don't look at me."
Chen Wende, who also served as a university professor: "..."
Such a familiar scene.
The old professor hung the white cloth on the blackboard, and there was a diagram of human tissue structure on it. There are countless red dots marked on it, both on the front and back.
Looking around, many people lowered their heads in panic. The old professor suddenly saw Chen Wende looking around behind him.
His eyes lit up, and he was very happy to have someone who was reviewing seriously and was not afraid to ask: "My classmate, please answer, which acupuncture point on the human body is this?"
The chalk points to the collarbone.
Chen Wende looked around, and other students quickly lowered their heads, fearing that the professor would notice them.
After all, he used to be a professor. The old man was not afraid at all and told him confidently: "I don't know."
The old professor smiled and nodded: "It doesn't matter, you will be able to copy it fifty times."
Chen Wende: "..."
Chapter 156
Yu Jing's shooting speed has always been very fast, and it was released in the cinema after the review.
It was June, and the hot weather could not dampen the enthusiasm of the audience. Even if the air-conditioning in the cinema was fully turned on, the place where the crowd gathered was still airtight and unbearably hot.
"Don't crowd, don't crowd, line up and get in!" someone shouted at the top of his lungs.
There were so many people, it was inevitable that people would be stepped on, and the weather was hot, so the words were naturally filled with the smell of gunpowder. Fortunately, there was no fight in the end, but they didn't look very good.
[Miracle Doctor Wei Yu] meets you under such circumstances.
When the protagonist first appeared, everyone present said "Eh".
"His face looks so young. Aren't doctors in ancient times more popular as they got older?"
"No, her hair is white. She must be very old and has good looks."
Wei Yu was leading two apprentices to identify herbal medicines in the deep mountains. They were dressed in coarse linen clothes and had bamboo baskets behind their backs, which contained wet herbs, which they had obviously just dug.
"What is this?" the gray-haired old man asked, pointing to a plant with small white flowers.
The two apprentices were fat and thin. The fat one looked honest and honest, while the thin one looked smarter. He rolled his eyes and smiled and replied: "Master, looking at the scorpion-tail-shaped cymes and black berries, it must be nightshade." .It has the effects of clearing heat, detoxifying, diuresis and reducing swelling.”
Wei Yu nodded with satisfaction: "Not bad."
The old man led his two apprentices over mountains and ridges in search of herbal medicines, and they were able to overcome obstacles on the road. His energetic appearance did not look like that of an old man in his seventies.
Just as they were about to go deeper, two servants stopped them, panting.
"Sir, please... please... help me! My young master..."
The servants had obviously never been up the mountain. The winding mountain road made them out of breath. When they saw the old man, they sat directly on the ground and begged Wei Yu intermittently to go to the city to treat his young master.
Doctor Wei Yu was kind-hearted and reluctantly glanced at the mountains, preparing to return home.
"lead the way."
The two servants were overjoyed. All the servants in the mansion were driven out to look for Mr. Wei. Unexpectedly, they got lucky and invited him back.
Thinking of this, the servant led the way diligently: "Old sir, please slow down."
Wei Yu couldn't help but shook his head when he saw them stumbling down the mountain. Passing by a plant, he raised his hand and pinched a fruit, squeezing out the juice and dripping it on their hands.
The swelling caused by the mosquito bite subsided within a short time.
"Thank you, Mr. Wei. Everyone knows that Mr. Dao is a great philanthropist in Luoxia City. When I saw him today, he certainly lived up to his reputation."
Arriving at Yuanwai Mansion in Luoxia City, Wei Yu also met the patients on this trip.
This is Yuanwailang's only son, who was born with great difficulty. He has been sick since he was born. A few days ago, he was frightened by some dandy riding a horse through the market. He got a high fever when he came home and has been unconscious until now.
When Wang Yuanwai saw Wei Yu come in, he immediately saluted. The lady next to him wept silently and was about to kneel down as soon as his knees bent.
"Please old gentleman, please save my son." Wang Yuanwai sighed sadly.
The audience was excited. Since it is called Miracle Doctor Wei Yu, it means that this is a movie about a doctor.
Doctors would occasionally appear in Chinese movies in the past, but because the main plot was not on their side, they were just brushed off every time. Naturally, the interstellar audience had no idea how ancient doctors treated them.
Wei Yu first checked the patient's mouth and then asked about the patient's recent physical condition.
Many viewers nodded with satisfaction, as did the interstellar doctors sometimes.
Then they saw Wei Yu's hand on the patient's wrist, motionless with his eyes closed in deep thought.
The audience could not understand and was shocked.
"What is he doing?"
There were whispers in the cinema, and some people became curious and imitated Wei Yu's gesture by touching their wrists. Feeling the steady beating of their pulse, they couldn't help but grin.
"What's the use of just touching your wrist without checking it inside and out?"
"Could it be that in ancient times, doctors' eyes and hands were equivalent to scanners, able to tell where a patient was uncomfortable at a glance?"
The silver needle Wei Yu took out made many people gasp.
I saw that his hands were very steady, twisting the long needle and inserting it into the patient's body at a certain angle and acupuncture point. Sometimes he would flick the silver needle. I don't know why he did this.
The anxious atmosphere in the cinema fell into dead silence for an instant. The audience looked horrified, and the anger accumulated in their hearts due to the dense crowd was like a deflated ball.
"I saw the imperial doctor give me acupuncture during the palace fight, but he only gave me one or two needles..." Some spectators murmured to themselves, gesturing wildly with their hands in mid-air, "But he was almost turned into a hedgehog!"
At the end, I raised my voice and looked at the big screen in disbelief.
Feeling the same as their own, the audience covered their chests and grinned, feeling a dull pain in their skin, and a thought suddenly popped up in their minds - the ancestors' treatment methods were terrible.
After a few injections, the patient woke up and left a prescription. Wei Yu turned around and left regardless of Yuan Wailang's persuasion.
He was a doctor who traveled far and wide. He had stayed in Luoxia City for a long time, and he would go to other places to practice medicine.
Wei Yu took his two apprentices to almost the entire dynasty. From a dynasty general to a beggar in the market, he would almost always treat anyone who asked to be in front of him.
As he saved more and more people, many people worshiped Wei Yu's longevity tablets at home, praying for his long life. Even the emperors of this dynasty had heard about him.
The emperor made an exception and wanted to invite him to the Imperial Hospital, but Wei Yu refused. A doctor has a parent-like heart, and he would rather travel around the world to teach all ordinary people some simple medical knowledge.
The emperor admired him for being so noble.
Once, when Wei Yu was taking two apprentices to a free clinic in the city, two passers-by whispered to each other.
"Have you heard that there is a plague outbreak in Yunduan City? The city is now closed and no one is allowed to enter or leave."
"Do they want to..."
"Sigh, it was discovered too late. If we didn't close the city and let those people escape, the surrounding towns would be in misery."
The soothing smile on Wei Yu's face faded. He put away the clinic stall at night and visited the prefect here, confirming the news of the plague outbreak in Yunduan City.
When he learned that Wei Yu was going to Yunduan City, the prefect was shocked: "Sir, the plague is coming fiercely, why do you want to risk your life?"
Wei Yu looked calm: "Since I have become a doctor, saving lives and healing the wounded is what I should do."
Regardless of the prefect's persuasion to stay, he resolutely set off for Yunduan City. His two apprentices also wanted to go, but he refused.
"You inherit my legacy and must continue to practice medicine and save people."
The two apprentices nodded tearfully.
The old man straightened his back, and on the carriage were the pills he had brewed overnight. He arrived at Yunduan City unswervingly.
There was a stench in the air, crows were circling, and shrill cries came from the city. The despair of the people could be felt through the tall city walls.
Wei Yu's arrival gave everyone confidence and shocked the audience.
On the day when the plague was resolved, the old man was about to leave. It started raining heavily, and one flower after another bloomed in the rain.
The people spontaneously came to see each other off, and the Ten Thousand People Umbrella was born.
Oil-paper umbrellas of various colors formed a long line in the heavy rain, pushing the movie to its climax.
Yu Jing is really good at taking pictures. The people's joy of surviving the desperate situation, their joy after the gloom, and their crying of not leaving their benefactor behind, infected everyone present.
The emotional audience cried together with the people, crying until they were out of breath, and their eyes were as red as a rabbit.
