At first glance, I was stunned.
Ying Xianqing's brush strokes are as fast as flying, and his writing skills are as smooth as flowing. His strokes are flexible and stretched, vigorous and powerful...
None of this is the point.
The point is, she noticed his hands for the first time.
It was only because his face was so eye-catching that she ignored the rest of him.
His fingers are white and slender, with elegant and smooth lines, clear bones, and no visible joints. His nails are round and full, with a faint pink color.
The writing of these hands is like a dragon and a snake, and each elegant word flows out from the tip of his pen.
She swore that these hands were more beautiful than any pair of comic hands she had seen in her previous life!
It was so beautiful that she wanted to chop it off and keep it!
Ying Xianqing quickly finished writing what Ning Yue said, and when she saw that she had nothing to say, she looked over in confusion.
Ning Yue trembled, but her mind had not yet been freed from the evil thoughts: "Ah? Ah... where did you carry it?"
She glanced at the end of the page in embarrassment, and finally remembered: "Oh... Taiyang disease, either with fever or without fever, must be aversion to cold and body pain..."
Ying Xianqing continued to write quickly, and soon filled the page.
Ning Yue said: "As for the content of this page, please help me write another one, and that's it."
Ying Xianqing nodded.
Ning Yue took away the piece of paper, looked up at the roof of the car, and started to memorize again: "The sun is a disease, and the pulse is floating..."
Ying Xianqing kept writing and said, "No need, I still remember it for now."
Fool Ning was online again: "Huh? You can memorize books so fast?"
Ying Xianqing's head was still lowered, with only a smile showing at the corner of her mouth. She wrote without stopping and finished the page in one breath.
Ning Yue took it over and took a look. Sure enough, it was a good word.
"Have you seen this book?"
If this book had existed in this era, she wouldn't have bothered with it.
Ying Xianqing shook her head: "It's the first time we've met."
Ning Yue was about to collapse.
God! Do you consider me your granddaughter?
"Treatise on Febrile Diseases" was written more than 1,700 years ago. For modern people, the content is really obscure and difficult to understand.
When she was asked to recite this book, she was still a little girl and didn't understand the meaning at all, so she cried while reciting it.
I memorize a small section every day. I memorize it that day. When I get up the next day, I forget most of it, so I can only recite it again.
I just memorized it and forgot about it. It took me more than half a year to memorize the whole book.
He actually knows how to listen to it once? !
People say that when a scholar studies medicine, he catches chickens in a cage. The ancients’ endorsement has advantages.
Ning Yue could only comfort herself in this way.
Otherwise, she would want to kill him with an eye knife.
Ying Xianqing didn't know why she suddenly stared at him with murderous eyes.
It seems like a bit of a show off.
He added: "Actually, I can only remember it for a while. If I don't look at it later, I will still forget it."
Ning Yue: "Do you understand what I wrote?"
Ying Xianqing: "I probably understand."
Ning Yue sighed softly.
Thank you, I was not comforted.
He lowered his head to dry the ink on the paper and handed it to her: "Can I make a copy for myself to keep?"
In just a few paragraphs, Ying Xianqing found that it was completely different from the medical books he had read before. It was informative, concise and incisive. The value is far beyond the medical books I read in the past.
Ning Yue said feebly: "You can do whatever you want, there is paper on the table."
Ying Xianqing: "This book is very rare, thank you. What do you want in exchange?"
Ning Yue: "How about helping me copy books every day?"
Ying Xianqing's handsome face was filled with confusion: "That's it?"
Ning Yue: "That's it."
The medical sage Zhang Zhongjing wrote the book in order to benefit the world. If the doctors at that time were lucky enough to get hold of the manuscript, they would guard it as if it were a family heirloom and would never pass it on to anyone else. As a result, in the past 2000 years, the manuscript had been discontinued several times and was almost out of print.
In the end, I actually went to Japan to find a copy of the manuscript.
Books are rare, but she can't make a profit out of it. She just hopes that this book can be carried forward and let more people know about traditional Chinese medicine, a subject that can be called philosophy.
She sorted out the two pieces of paper, got off the carriage and handed them to Cui Langzhong and Ying Lingzhu.
Looking at the two people's tangled eyebrows and listening to their stuttering recitation, Ning Yue finally found a little bit of the confidence that belonged to Ning, Ordinary, and Yue.
Look, not everyone is so outrageous.
Ning Yue, you are already great.
Well, come on!
The next day, everyone saw that Cui Langzhong and Ying Lingzhu always took out a piece of paper and read it endlessly, mumbling something while reading.
He recited it while walking, recited it while eating, and Mr. Cui kept reciting it while watching other people’s excitement!
The two of them were stunned.
During the lunch break, Ying Lingzhu ran over excitedly: "Sister-in-law, I can carry it!"
Cui Langzhong lowered his head and looked at the paper in his hand. He had just finished memorizing half of it.
Ning Yue asked her to recite it once, and she was able to recite it.
Ning Yue nodded: "Recite it again at night, recite it every other day, four days, seven days, two decades, or six months, and you will never forget it."
Ebbinghaus's forgetting curve was also used in ancient times.
Ying Lingzhu nodded and said excitedly: "Sister-in-law, if you ask me to carry it together, are you going to teach me medical skills?"
Ning Yue smiled: "Well, you can call me master from now on."
It always feels weird to call me sister-in-law. It sounds better to call me master.
Ying Lingzhu hugged Ning Yue and jumped with joy: "Okay master!"
The look on Cui Langzhong's face was wiped away: "Hey, doesn't that mean I also have a junior sister?"
God knows, he is so greedy to see You Ren surrounding Caiyan and calling her junior sister all day long.
Ning Yue shook her finger: "No, no, my disciples don't judge the age of apprenticeship. Whoever learns quickly will be ranked first. Maybe Lingzhu will be your senior sister from now on."
Ying Lingzhu laughed loudly: "Mr. Cui, I will try harder so that you can call me senior sister as soon as possible!"
Cui Langzhong was dumbfounded.
He suspected that the two women were bullying him, but had no proof.
He put away the paper angrily and continued to recite.
If you really want the young Ying Lingzhu to be your senior sister, where can you put his old face?
"... On the first day of typhoid fever, when the sun is exposed, if the pulse is quiet, it is not passed; if it is restless and the pulse is rapid, it is passed..."
A head stuck out from the carriage next to him, and Ying Xianqing corrected him: "You are missing three words, and you feel like vomiting. If you are agitated and have a rapid pulse, it is a pass."
Ahhhhh!
Mr. Cui jumped for a while!
Why can everyone memorize it, but he can’t!
Dr. Cui thought he must have typhoid because he was very irritable now! The pulse must also be rapid!
They were so angry!
Ying Xianqing put down the curtain, not feeling guilty at all about angering the old man.
Who asked him to call his wife?
Cui Langzhong was destined to die, but he still only completed the reciting task in the evening.
Ning Yue comforted him: "It's normal. Young people have good memories, so they can recite things quickly. At your age, you are already very good."
Cui Langzhong, who has always felt that he is still young: seems to have been shot in the heart.
