The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Chapter 941 Voice of Innovation

The atmosphere in the meeting hall began to become solemn.

Every time there is a great change in the holy way, some people will suddenly rise like a bright star, while some people will fall into the deep sea without making any waves.

Sometimes, the dispute over the holy way is not about right or wrong, but whether one is qualified to continue to step on the holy way.

Fang Yun seemed not to see the doctors who left and continued to explain.

After explaining the symptoms of the exterior and interior, Fang Yun paused for a moment and said slowly: "Next, I will talk about the means of treating plague, which has to mention the eight methods of sweating, vomiting, purgation, harmony, warming, clearing, elimination and supplementation. The eight methods summarized by Zhang Shengzhongjing are very important, and I will not repeat them. However, although they are the same eight methods of treatment, the concepts of treating typhoid fever and febrile diseases are different, and the actual treatment methods are also different. So... everyone think twice, I will rest for half a minute."

After Fang Yun finished speaking, he walked down the podium and returned to his seat.

Everyone in the meeting room immediately whispered to each other, and an irritating buzzing sound was heard.

Ao Huang was excited and excited. After Fang Yun sat down, he whispered: "There will be a burst of literary gallbladders soon, right? The superficial and internal symptoms you talked about at the beginning are still within Zhang Zhongjing's "Eight Principles", and are essentially still following the cold school. Although the details are slightly different, it is harmless and most people can accept it, so only a few people left. But now you want to separate Zhang Zhongjing's "Eight Treatment Methods" according to cold and heat. Normal doctors can't accept it. This is equivalent to denying their medical principles! The literary gallbladders can't stand it!"

Fang Yun rolled his eyes at Ao Huang and said, "Watching the excitement is not afraid of the excitement."

Ao Huang chuckled and said, "Now that you mentioned the eight methods, it is a specific treatment method, involving more aspects and subverting more concepts. If you can't accept it, either you will completely give up like the people who left before. Either give up studying "The Plague Theory" or completely deny your medical knowledge, otherwise, wait for your literary courage to be broken. "

Fang Yun shook his head gently and said, "If I subvert certain ideas of various schools such as the Miscellaneous School, the Legalist School or the Confucian School, there will definitely be people who deny and criticize me, but here in the Medical and Literary Conference, they can only communicate and debate with me after I finish my explanation. Even if they want to completely deny it, it will be a few months or even years later. "

"What a pity, I'm afraid I won't see a real debate! By the way, before you go to the Holy Academy to discuss the Tao in the future, you must call me! When Li Wenying returns from his training, he will go to the Holy Academy to discuss the Tao, right? Hehe, he has made many enemies, I don't know how much blood he will spit out! As for you... Don't worry, I will prepare the most blood-replenishing artifact in the Dragon Palace in advance. "Ao Huang said with a thief smile.

Fang Yun rolled his eyes at Ao Huang.

Time passed slowly, and the medical family members left one after another. When Fang Yun took the stage again, there were more than a hundred fewer people at the literary conference.

Fang Yun stood on the podium and scanned the audience. Among the scholars of the medical family, except for the university scholars and great scholars, from the students to the Hanlin, most of them had very solemn expressions on their faces, as if they were thinking of flying into the flame and taking a desperate move.

Ordinary medical literary gatherings are places for communication and learning, but today's literary gathering is a huge test.

If you pass the test, you can learn "On Plague", strengthen yourself, and take the medical path to a step further.

If you fail, you will have no chance to learn "On Plague" and the Warm School in this life, and will always lag behind.

Lanterns are like a forest, and the red light is like a mountain, which makes people breathless.

Fang Yun hummed lightly and said: "Let's talk about the method of purgation first. The method of purgation for epidemics is different from that for typhoid fever..."

As soon as these words came out, many medical people's faces changed slightly. They directly distinguished epidemics from typhoid fever. This is not the "possibility" that Fang Yun said before, but a subtle desire to separate epidemics from typhoid fever.

Thinking of this, some people began to sweat all over, and their eyes wandered.

"… It is never too late to treat typhoid fever, and it is never too early to treat epidemics; typhoid fever treats dryness and constipation, and epidemics treat stagnation and heat…"

Time passed slowly, and the atmosphere in the meeting hall became more solemn.

Crack…

A crisp sound of a cracked penis was heard, and a person fell softly on a chair, bleeding from all seven orifices.

A thick medical book appeared in front of Zhang Zangxiang. With a wave of his hand, a ray of light flew out of the book and hit the body of the doctor, stopping the injury.

The prepared officers hurried over and carried the doctor away.

Fang Yun seemed to know nothing and continued to explain.

Every time he explained a paragraph, there must be a crisp sound, either the penis had a slight crack, or the penis cracked, or the penis was completely shattered.

When Fang Yun finished speaking, 57 people had been carried away, including two medical scholars.

The venue was filled with the smell of blood. Under the illumination of the big red lanterns, the medical and literary meeting actually became a little more gloomy.

Every time there was a cracking sound of the Wendan, the "Epidemic Theory" in front of Fang Yun was originally heavier. In the end, the "Epidemic Theory" was originally pressed to the table and creaked. Fang Yun had to pick up the "Epidemic Theory" and put it in his hand.

Every time there was a cracking sound of the Wendan, the breath of the medical books in Fang Yun's palace became thicker.

Every time there was a cracking sound of the Wendan, the talents of all the doctors present were condensed.

Every time there was a cracking sound of the Wendan, a sapling appeared out of thin air on the ground of the County Academy of Literature. The sapling grew rapidly and grew into an apricot tree.

Every time there was a cracking sound of the Wendan, the light on the surface of the holy book "Treatise on Febrile Diseases" in the Holy Academy flowed once.

Suddenly, an old voice sounded in the southwest corner of the venue: "Ping'er, your father is old after all, you must persevere to the end. Our Meng Family Medical Clinic is handed over to you..."

Crack...

The crisp cracking sound of the Wendan sounded, and the old scholar's neck tilted, bleeding from all seven orifices, and fell into his son's arms, with a look of pain on his face.

"Father..." The middle-aged scholar supported his father with tears in his eyes.

Fang Yun held the "On Plague" in his hand, like a doctor taking a pulse, neither happy nor sad, neither dry nor cold, and said calmly: "The voice of innovation is like the cry of dawn, seeing the light, seeing the reality, seeing life and death. With the soul of the medical family, continue the life of the human race. May the human race be safe."

The pain on the face of the old scholar of the medical family gradually dissipated, and turned into a peaceful color and fell asleep.

"May the human race be safe." Many medical family members responded softly.

A peaceful and harmonious force enveloped the entire Ning'an City, and fifty-eight apricot trees bloomed one after another, and the fragrance spread ten miles.

Ao Huang sighed and said softly: "So this is the voice of innovation. I was deceived before. No wonder, no wonder Grandpa Long Sheng always said that the human race is stronger than the dragon race. The power of the old era ended with the shattering of Wen Dan, but it also nourished the power of the new generation. This is probably the yin and yang, the exterior and the interior, the virtual and the real in medicine. That is not the voice of decay, but the voice of inheritance, even if it is just telling future generations that the road is wrong."

Ao Huang looked at Fang Yun, smiling, and felt that the figure on the podium was extremely tall.

Fang Yun put away the original "Plague Theory" and said: "At the end of "Plague Theory", there are prescriptions written. I won't go into details one by one. It needs to be verified slowly. After that, I will communicate with everyone and learn from each other."