night!
The whole family had dinner together.
Yang Gan's face was very ugly, and occasionally, the corners of his mouth would twitch.
"Zhang Yumeng, what are you looking at!"
Feeling eyes staring at him, Yang Gan immediately knew it was Zhang Yumeng.
"I feel that my body is not suitable for practicing Qi. Can I stop practicing Qi?"
Zhang Yumeng was a little scared. He had lost his usual fearless arrogance and looked like a harmless little rabbit.
Yang Qian said angrily.
"How is that possible? Don't worry. It doesn't really hurt. It's just that your whole body feels a little hot. You'll be fine. I'm optimistic about you."
Zhang Yumeng ate his food weakly, looking a little panicked.
Putting down his chopsticks and holding Zhang Yumeng's big hand, Yang Qian said solemnly.
"Qi practitioner, as long as there are no accidents and no hidden injuries, you can definitely live for a long time. You are so much older than me. I don't want to have you not by my side when I get older."
"When the time comes, even if I have the whole world, what's the point of losing you?"
Zhang Yumeng opened her sexy lips slightly, her face full of surprise, and her eyes full of warm colors.
"Ahem, don't talk about such earthy love words in the future. I'm still eating."
Zhang Yumeng hurriedly took a mouthful of food and kept shouting in his heart.
I'm dying, I'm dying, my heart is beating so fast!
Today, when Yang Gan was beaten with a cup of tea, although a special technique was used, the force was not less. If he were an ordinary person, he might have been beaten to death.
Qingqing's eyes were vicious, hitting key bones every time. It was slower at first, but as time went by, the stick almost turned into an afterimage.
Yang Gan felt as if he had turned into beef, and was almost hammered into beef balls under Qing Qing's stick.
After eating and drinking, and waiting for more than ten minutes, the maids immediately made Yang Qian a cup of tea. He looked at the hands of the maids serving him and frowned.
"You are military doctors, right?"
The two maids looked at each other, and one of the round-faced maids nodded.
"Back to the Marquis, we are the military doctors accompanying the army under the name of Doctor Ge."
"Military doctors are on duty and are not allowed to serve others. Go back!"
The two women looked shocked and fell to their knees.
"We are lucky to be able to serve the Marquis."
Yang Gan turned to look at Cao Wushuang.
"Why would a military doctor be our maid? This is too strange."
Zhang Yumeng was also curious.
"Yes, they are military doctors. It is too exaggerated to be a maid for such a precious profession."
In Zhang Yumeng's impression, military doctors are doctors. In modern society, it is unimaginable for a doctor to be a nanny for others!
Cao Wushuang spread his hands.
"What can I do? I really don't dare to use the maids in the palace. If someone who is loyal to the King Shang family gives us some medicine, we will be destroyed."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, she even knows how to destroy the group."
"Tch, you didn't teach me."
"They're just a few military doctors. It's an honor for them to serve you." Cao Wushuang said lightly, not paying any attention to the whispers between the two of them below.
Zhang Yumeng turned to look at Yang Qian.
"It's not appropriate."
Yang Gan, who had a greasy mouth, drank three cups of tea before washing away some of the greasy meat.
Seeing the girls chatting and spanking, Yang Qian tilted his head and whispered.
"I didn't feel it before, but I really feel it now. I heard that in ancient times, the status of doctors was low."
Zhang Yumeng looked at Yang Qian with disbelief.
"How is that possible? Doctors can cure diseases and save people. In modern times, the status of doctors is not low!!! After I studied medicine, my status in the family rose. Unfortunately, I lost my status later.
After finishing his career, he became a star. "
"Otherwise, with my hands as steady as an old dog, I can still be a surgeon again. If I have better luck and put in more effort, I may not be unable to develop in the direction of scientific research."
"Tsk!"
Yang Gan smiled bitterly and shook his head.
"I told you last time that scholars, farmers, industry and commerce were equal in the past, but later they gradually evolved into hierarchies."
"There are so-called three religions and nine streams. Doctors are the ninth stream. They are lower than scholars, farmers, workers, and merchants. They are called a lowly profession by others."
"It is precisely because medicine is a lowly profession that the elite in society are unwilling to engage in it."
"So this industry is a mixed bag. Except for very few who have real skills, the rest are half-baked and have no skills and rely entirely on experience and ignorance, so the social reputation is not very good."
Seeing Zhang Yumeng's face gradually turning ugly, Yang Gan felt helpless. It could be seen from her expression that although this guy later became a star, he still regarded himself as a doctor subconsciously.
After thinking about it, Yang Qian felt that it would be better to explain clearly.
The level of the two of them is too high, not very down-to-earth, and many of the most basic common sense of this era are unclear.
"For example, Sun Simiao said in the preface to "A Thousand Gold Prescriptions" that he suffered from "wind-cold" when he was a child and almost lost all his money for medical treatment, which prompted him to start engaging in medical research. "
"Liu Yuxi also said that when he was in poor health when he was a child, he was often taken to the "doctors and witches" by his nanny to see a doctor. The impression left on his young mind by those witchdoctors was that he was "full of ambition, and he asked for help", and he was complacent. Patronically reaching out for money. "
"As for modern times..."
Yang Qian paused, glanced at Zhang Yumeng, whose face was dark, and spoke again.
"Well, I'm not a doctor and I can't make a very fair and objective comment, but from the perspective of my two generations, I think that compared to ancient times, my social status has probably improved a little, but probably only a little. The main thing is the doctor-patient relationship. It’s relatively big.”
Speaking of this, Yang Qian was no longer sleepy.
Zhang Yumeng looked unconvinced.
"That's because patients don't understand. If we really think we are gods, how can it be possible that all diseases can be cured? If we really can cure all diseases, then my bronze statue will be placed directly at the gate of the Nobel Prize in Medicine award ceremony. "
Yang Gan swallowed his saliva and spoke with difficulty.
"Now, I'm just speaking from an ordinary person's understanding. From ancient times to the present, the view on doctors is that since I have paid for it, you should treat me well. If you don't treat me well, I will scold you in the light of modern civilization. You quack doctor, if you are not civilized, I will call a doctor for you."
"If, in ancient times, being a doctor was really life-threatening. If Hua Tuo was a scholar, farmer, industrialist, or merchant, he might not have to die."
"Alas, a man of witchcraft, doctor, musician, and craftsmanship is looked down upon by a gentleman."
Zhang Yumeng clenched his fists, his face full of dissatisfaction.
"What the hell, I want to improve the social status of doctors. How can we do it without a doctor? What should we do if we are sick? How about fortune telling?"
Yang Gan tilted his head and whispered.
"Now, as a bystander, I can give you a more objective suggestion."
Zhang Yumeng looked at him with contempt.
"You know a hammer, you can't even distinguish between medicine and surgery."
"Tsk~~~!"
Yang Gan was immediately unhappy.
"Damn it, I'll give you an idea. You don't have to catch anyone and just bite them."
"you say!"
Zhang Yumeng's brows frowned deeply.
Yang Gan showed a sly expression.
"Standardization, censorship, issuing certificates!"
A flash of lightning flashed in Zhang Yumeng's mind.
"Fuck, is this okay?"
"Why not? In fact, compared to you, the medical people want to improve their status. Moreover, there are many medical families in various countries, so you can take the lead."
Yang Qian said to Zhang Yumeng in a seductive manner. After all, anyone who is not a prostitute knows that medical science is very advanced.
, that is a matter of immeasurable merit.
Especially the ruling class who cherish their own lives.
I always think of Charles II. After a series of meticulous treatments such as bloodletting, vomiting, and enema by the royal physician, he finally died. Of course, he was in good health if he could resist for so long!
Zhang Yumeng fell into silence. It seemed that she was already concerned about this matter.
Yang Qian has never encountered a quack doctor. After all, with his status, he has come into contact with either the leader of the medical family or the younger brother of the leader of the medical family.
Yang Qian had indeed heard about the criticisms of quack doctors, but Yang Qian really didn’t have time to deal with a systematic matter.
At this time, Krisna came over. She was not wearing armor at this time. Instead, she was wearing a silk skirt and a large cloak. But at that size, Yang Gan felt that it could be used as a sleeping bag.
"Zhang Xiaoniang, didn't you say you would watch a movie on the projector tonight? Belika and I are back!"
Yang Gan squinted at Zhang Yumeng, gave her a "you're kidding me" expression, and yawned to express that he wanted to sleep.
Zhang Yumeng immediately hugged Yang Qian's arm.
"Yes, it's rare. How about I ask someone to get some beer and some snacks to go with the wine?" .z.
"Thank you very much. I just had enough."
Krisna was immediately dissatisfied.
"If you don't want to watch the movie, why don't you ask us to come back and fuck them? The performance of the Tiger Army this time did not meet the expected results. I still have to train them well!"
Zhang Yumeng helplessly held up her forehead, then spread her hands.
"Please, Shang Guo has been destroyed, and you still need to train a guy."
Krisna flipped up her long burgundy hair and raised a seductive arc on her sexy red lips.
"There are also Liao Kingdom, Xingguo, Xianbei, Western Regions, wow, there are so many countries. I feel like I will never be able to defeat them in my lifetime."
Zhang Yumeng immediately looked at Yang Qian.
"You're done, you found a war maniac!"
Yang Gan glanced at Zhang Yumeng with disdain.
"You just tricked me, okay? I was almost asleep, and you actually called Krisna and Belika back to watch a movie. You didn't seem to notify me, okay."
Zhang Yumeng shook his head and said directly.
"Just spend some time with us today. I'll work hard from tomorrow on, how about that?"
"Hey, you said this, I didn't force you!"
"I'm telling you, I'm telling you, why are you such a stingy man?"
"Hey, I'm a Scorpio and it's easier to hold grudges!"
After hearing Yang Qian's agreement, Zhang Yumeng immediately went to gather people, hung a large curtain in the hall, placed the projector in the center, and then connected it to the laptop.
There are also a lot of snacks, snacks and beer prepared nearby.
