In the office, the two of them sat down. Zhang Baobao said with a smile: "Teacher, I have troubled you so much. In the future, this student from a great medical family will not be able to accompany you."
Sun Simiao sighed: "Hey, this is why I haven't accepted disciples for a long time, and I didn't have any contact with students before."
"I disappoint you, teacher." Zhang Baobao said softly. Speaking of which, he is seventy-seven years old, and Sun Simiao is twenty-three years older than him. However, Sun Simiao is still in good health, but he can no longer follow in the teacher's footsteps.
The development of medicine in the Tang Dynasty in the past few years has allowed Zhang Baobao to see the future that doctors have always dreamed of, but he cannot see the final result. Many plagues that countless people in the past dynasties have been unable to solve have been solved by the Tang Dynasty.
Moreover, plagues have also begun to be classified and named, distinguishing various infectious diseases from plagues, and Datang also has basic treatment methods for the cure plans for different plagues.
The most important thing is that there is a complete set of procedures for how to deal with the plague and how to prevent it from spreading.
From the medical restructuring to this year, there have been some natural disasters in the Tang Dynasty, but these natural and man-made disasters have been limited to a small area. In the past, plague would inevitably appear after these natural and man-made disasters, but now they have been tightly restricted.
Many places have been fully disinfected, and there is no even the possibility of plague. This is the greatest progress.
This is something that doctors have not dared to imagine for many years, but now he has seen it, and he has seen it as the highest official of the Imperial Medical Office of the Tang Dynasty.
"Hey, actually I've already gotten used to it." Sun Simiao sighed.
"The students are unfilial and have made you feel uncomfortable, teacher." Zhang Baobao said softly. Although he could only be considered a disciple of Sun Simiao when he was over sixty years old, once he was a teacher, he was always a father.
And what he said is right. Only an old man like him can understand how painful it is for a white-haired person to give away a black-haired person, not to mention, not just once.
"Have your funeral arrangements been arranged?" Sun Simiao's tone was calm. He had already looked away from many things. If he had looked away, he would not have lived for such a long time. Just looking away does not mean that he will not feel uncomfortable. It just means that he has looked away. It's just easier to let go.
"The arrangements have been made. In fact, there is nothing arranged. Everything that needs to be explained has been explained, but I haven't had time to inform Your Highness yet. In fact, I haven't informed my family either. During the next class, I think it's better to keep the students confidential. ." Zhang Baobao said.
"Your Highness, let's not talk about it here. He is still young. An accident that he heard suddenly and an accident that he was mentally prepared for are two different things." Sun Simiao sighed.
"I think so too." Zhang Baobao smiled, "It's a pity that the work assigned to me by His Highness has not been completed yet. The Imperial Medical Office has been reorganized into a separate department, and the establishment of the Ministry of Health has only been completed halfway. I'm afraid the students will be in trouble. The teacher has to worry a lot, and I’m afraid the teacher will have to help select one person for the position of Minister of Health.”
"I understand, leave this matter to me. After all, the Imperial Medical Office was once the leading department of the entire Tang Dynasty's medical industry. There are still many talents in this field. After such a long time, I probably have some ideas in my mind. Yes." Sun Simiao nodded and agreed.
"Thank you, teacher." Zhang Baobao nodded seriously.
Sun Simiao shook his head, stretched out his hand and patted his shoulder and said: "Let's go out. While the other students haven't finished class yet, tell them to keep it a secret. Otherwise, the entire college will probably know about it soon." ”
"yes."
The story of Zhang Baobao did not spread because when he finished the class, he told the students with a smile and asked them to keep it secret. This was his last wish.
In this era of respecting teachers and respecting morality, no one can refuse such a last wish.
During this period, Zhang Baobao spent most of his time in the medical school. He wanted more students to feel what death is. About a month ago, the first snow fell in Chang'an City, and he still slept well the night before. Zhang Baobao never woke up the next day.
When Li Ke learned the news, he was stunned for a moment, as if this was the second official of the Tang Dynasty to die in office, and he was also an official of the Imperial Medical Office.
Only when he met Sun Simiao did Li Ke know that all the students in the medical school knew that Zhang Baobao was about to die. In other words, Zhang Baobao told everyone at the medical school, but did not tell Li Ke or his family. .
At this time, Li Ke knew what Zhang Baobao had done.
He was silent for a moment. There are always some people in this world who shock your soul in unprecedented ways. Some schools of thought that have been passed down for many years do have their own reasons.
After Zhang Baobao passed away, Li Ke couldn't do much. He just expressed his condolences and left the rest to others. For example, he could build a statue in Datang Medical College to continue the work. Memorial, Li Ke cannot interfere too much in other ways.
But compared to those students, they will remember him thoroughly in their hearts.
These people may only have one name in history, but they were so brilliant in their own era. Of course, their glory may be due to Li Ke providing them with this stage.
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Silla, frontline.
Heavy snow was falling from the sky, Li Daozong was sitting in his tent warming himself by the fire, and Cheng Yaojin also rushed here from the next city, because in the past few months, there had been almost no conflicts between Goguryeo and them.
Although the soldiers from both sides met at the border, they were all small scout troops. The Tang Dynasty would not fight out the large troops, and Goguryeo would not come here to seek death.
The current coach on the opposite side should still be Li Ling. After seeing the rain of arrows from Datang, he will probably not test him again. Attacking the city with a rain of arrows on such a scale... If the Tang Dynasty had enough arrows, they might not be able to attack even with twice as many troops.
"Gong Lu, how is the situation over there?" Li Daozong asked.
"Chaan, this city itself belongs to Silla and was handed over to Baekje. Naturally, the people in Baekje will not care about the life and death of these Silla people. If it weren't for us still here, they wouldn't do it. It’s even more ugly, otherwise, a civil uprising would have happened long ago.”
"But now we only have a bowl of porridge every day to support the refugees. Many people want to flee to the inland, but there is no place for them to escape in the inland." Cheng Yaojin shook his head slightly.
This is the biggest difference between these small places and the Tang Dynasty. The strategic depth is not enough, and the people have nowhere to run if they want to.
