March 7, 112 Imperial Calendar, was a sad day for More.
Moore felt that the wind in early spring must be blowing wrong, or why did he feel that spring blossoms bloomed in the Imperial Medical Association, and those mean guys on weekdays became amiable!
Oh yes, this guy is also an aristocrat. Moore looked at Ji Jinrong who was chatting with the pharmacists in a daze.
At this moment, Moore had to admit one thing: There really is such a kind of person in the world who can not only speak vulgar language with commoners, but also chat and laugh with nobles.
There really is such a kind of person in the world who is better than others in everything and does everything better than others.
Just now when Moore led Ji Jinrong in, those pharmacists were discussing something distressedly. Ji Jinrong didn't speak, and quietly walked aside to listen to their discussion. It wasn't until they were discussing to find some kind of alternative medicine that Ji Jinrong interrupted: "Why not use Chuanqiong?"
Chuanqiong is a kind of medicinal material that can promote luck and blood circulation, dispel wind and relieve pain. It's just that what they discussed was not gynecology or headache, so many people didn't think of it.
Suddenly hearing such a suggestion, the pharmacists fell silent. After a while, someone suddenly said: "Yes, you can use Chuanqiong!" He slapped his thigh and wrote down the new prescription.
No one noticed that Ji Jinrong was a new face, let alone his age. They started the next round of discussions in full swing, discussing all the prescriptions they had doubts about. Some medicinal materials can't even be found here, and they will work together to find a way to replace them with more common medicinal materials, and prepare the most suitable medicinal liquid for mass preparation.
Ji Jinrong has gained a general understanding of the medicinal materials of this era through these few days of hard work, and occasionally makes good suggestions.
The pharmacists quickly accepted him as a new member.
It wasn't until the end of the discussion that the pharmacists pulled away from the state of concentration just now. Only then did they realize that there was an unfamiliar face at the round table, and Qi Qi turned their gazes to Ji Jinrong.
Moore's heart suddenly rose. He decided that if these guys scold Ji Jinrong or drive Ji Jinrong out, he will stand up and speak for Ji Jinrong—
It's a pity that Moore is destined not to have the chance to come forward.
The pharmacists asked, "How did you get in here, my boy?"
Ji Jinrong confessed frankly: "I came in through the back door!" He puffed up his small chest, "Master Moore said to bring me to see and see, so I followed. I was so shocked to hear you guys discussing prescriptions just now." Your knowledge of medicine is so profound, and your insights into pharmacology are so wonderful and unique." Ji Jinrong seemed to be at a loss for words, paused before continuing to boast, "What shocked me the most was that you have such profound knowledge and insights. The unique seniors can sit together to discuss and communicate like this. I remember that when I was studying in school, I used to ask my classmates questions, and they were often stingy with giving me advice-the seniors really surprised me and admired me so much! "
Moore: "..."
Flatterer! Flatterer! The sycophant! ! !
But this guy's eyes are bright and clear, like a clear lake. This guy's voice is so sincere, like every word he says comes from his heart—
How could there be such a shameless person in this world!
It's a pity that the pharmacists obviously liked Ji Jinrong's flattery.
The pharmacists all felt that this honest and smart kid was really knowledgeable. The most famous point of the Imperial Medical Association is "communication"—
What they are most proud of is that they are willing to exchange knowledge and technology with like-minded partners in this place—even exchanges of mentality and ideas!
The pharmacists expressed their indignation at what Ji Jinrong said: "That's their stupidity and ignorance. They think that they will lose money if they teach you, but in fact it is not like this." They expressed their opinions one after another, "Everyone I don't know which head in this world will be favored by inspiration. If everyone can learn all the knowledge that already exists, it means that everyone is ready to receive inspiration—maybe old knowledge will bloom in a certain head. A new spark. By then, we will have more wonderful and subtle new technologies and new knowledge!"
After hearing what the pharmacists said, Ji Jinrong felt that they were really a group of honest and lovely people.
If he is just a doctor, a pharmacist, or a scholar, then he will definitely be moved by these words; if the scope of these words is narrowed down to the category of "one of us", then he will unconditionally support this kind of speech. practice.
But if the scope is extended to "everyone", Ji Jinrong will not agree.
This is the difference between academics and politicians.
Scholars have only knowledge in their eyes.
In the eyes of politicians, knowledge is a tool to seek and defend interests.
Ji Jinrong had never been able to find a suitable word to describe himself before. After learning about this era, he found that he should probably be classified as a "politician".
Of course, this does not prevent him from admiring and liking these lovely people in front of him.
Thousands of years later, emperors and generals may be forever buried in the long river of history, but the names of these people and everything they have done will be passed down forever.
Ji Jinrong's attitude was sincere and respectful from the beginning to the end.
Pharmacists quickly accepted him. Not only because of his praise, but also because although he is young, he can understand their thoughts and ideas. They exchanged names with Ji Jinrong, and they became more kind to Moore.
Asking Ming Moore why he came, the pharmacists started to act without saying a word. Moore stood there blankly, watching Ji Jinrong wandering among the pharmacists, asking them for the key to a certain preparation step when they were free. The pharmacists were not as arrogant as usual, they patiently answered Ji Jinrong's questions.
In less than an hour, Ji Jinrong had mastered the basic skills of preparing liquid medicine, and was able to skillfully use the pharmaceutical equipment of this era.
Different from the previous open fire cooking, in this era, various extraction and distillation methods are used to extract the active ingredients of the medicine, and formulate a fixed medicine liquid according to a certain ratio. If the technology is more exquisite, it can also be made into pills for easy storage!
These things made Ji Jinrong feel refreshed.
After working all afternoon, Ji Jinrong realized that Moore was still standing by the side in a daze. Ji Jinrong said goodbye to the pharmacists, stepped forward to pat Moore on the shoulder, and walked out of the Imperial Medical Association with Moore.
Moore came back to his senses when he walked outside the gate. He murmured: "I thought they would push back and refuse to do it..."
Ji Jinrong listened to Moore's words.
This child is not too bad-hearted, but he has a childish temper and likes to compete with others. If things go a little bit wrong, he will feel that someone is deliberately targeting him. Children of this age are young and energetic, and they are most likely to conflict with others. Fortunately, Arthurs dared to let him out to take care of himself.
But thinking about their backgrounds and the hatred they bear, Ji Jinrong can understand Arthurs' intentions.
Children, they should be let out to be polished by others. If you suffer a loss or stumble, you will naturally remember the lesson.
This will be more useful than any lecture.
Ji Jinrong said, "No way."
Moore looked at him.
Ji Jinrong said: "They're not that kind of people." He looked into Moore's eyes. "They want to solve this terrible nightmare more than anyone else. But if there is any possibility of solving the epidemic, they will not let it go. Hearing yes They must have been eager to get it out of Mr. Davy's prescription right away—and they were." That's why he gave the prescription to old Davy. It wouldn't do much to publish the prescription without the influence of old Davy.
Moore pursed his lips and said nothing.
Before that, he had always looked down on Ji Jinrong.
He felt that Ji Jinrong was just relying on his noble background, so that everything went smoothly than others - if life was a race, then people like Ji Jinrong were stealers, their starting point was much higher than others, It's like setting the starting point halfway through the race.
They ran forward exhaustedly, but the nobles could easily shake them off. They don't even have to take a big stride, they just need to stroll down the runway leisurely and easily—
That's all it takes for the nobles to win.
However, if there is such a person, his starting point is very high, and he works hard
Moore was really hit. He suddenly realized that compared with those pharmacists—or Ji Jinrong, what he did was despicable. Reflected by what Ji Jinrong and the others had done, this despicableness became even more obvious—it was so obvious that it hurt his eyes.
As if mocking his pride and arrogance.
He always felt that nobles looked down on commoners and slaves, and held prejudice against commoners and slaves. Now it seems that he is also prejudiced against nobles? Because Ji Jinrong and the pharmacists were from aristocratic backgrounds, he immediately erected the spikes on his body, pushing the two sides to opposite sides.
After seeing Ji Jinrong lose his noble status and become a fugitive, he would ridicule and ridicule Ji Jinrong in his heart, and even arrogantly threatened Ji Jinrong to become a cook for Arthurs.
This approach is no different from the nobles he hated before. Relying on his own identity and status to wantonly trample on the dignity of others, it was obviously the thing he hated the most before, but he did it to others!
God, when did he become like this
More fell into a deep self-loathing.
Seeing that Moore was lost in thought, Ji Jinrong quietly reached out to get the honey-filled bear biscuits in Moore's pocket.
Moore became alarmed.
Ji Jinrong was calm and composed: "If you don't eat it, it will almost melt. This was made on the spot, and it was still warm in the afternoon, so it should be eaten while it's hot!" He quickly stuffed the paper bag back into his pocket, seeing Moore staring at him. Looking at himself, he reluctantly took out a cute little bear and stuffed it in front of Moore's mouth.
Moore subconsciously opened his mouth, and ate the biscuit that Ji Jinrong handed over into his mouth.
Ji Jinrong said: "Okay, you have tasted it!" He held his pocket vigilantly, as if he was afraid that Moore would snatch it away again.
Moore wanted to laugh, and bit down, only to feel that his mouth was filled with the scent of biscuits and the sweetness of honey.
Crisp and crispy, fragrant and sweet.
Even the heart becomes soft.
Moore somehow understood why Arthurs asked him to study medicine instead of letting him take charge of other positions in the Freedom Army. Many people in the Freedom Army are too hostile, and after dealing with them for a long time, he will be assimilated by them.
If it is to let the times go from one extreme to another, then what is the point of establishing the Freedom Army
Could it be that the era they want is to get rid of their slave status and trample all the nobles under their feet with arrogance
No, no, not like that. Originally, "the future" only had a vague outline in Moore's eyes, and he couldn't see anything clearly, but at this moment he was no longer confused.
He saw the "future" in Ji Jinrong.
What he wanted, and the "future" they pursued, should be like this: no slaves, no nobles, only "people". Everyone can live as a "person", everyone can choose their own way of life, can be happy working in the kitchen, can be happy as a doctor or a pharmacist; soldiers can end wars , go back to their hometown to marry wives and have children, and take care of their parents; farmers can take back the fields and cultivate their own harvest with their own hands—
This is the purpose of their efforts to change this dark age.
It is also the meaning of everything they have paid.
Moore felt his heart pounding. He looked at Ji Jinrong, who was concerned about bear cakes, and smiled: "Thank you."
When Ji Jinrong heard Moore thanking him, he suddenly felt that his actions were a bit petty. He said: "If you want to eat, you can buy it tomorrow. The artisan has already closed the stall today, so there is no more to buy."
Moore said, "Don't worry, I won't rob you again."
Only then did Ji Jinrong let go of his hand on his pocket.
Moore: "..."
Moore was about to go back to Arthurs with Ji Jinrong when he suddenly heard a surprise call: "Ah Jin?"
Moore looked at Ji Jinrong.
Ji Jinrong followed the sound and saw an acquaintance appearing in front of him. It turned out to be Dr. Laian who "cooperated" a few days ago.
Under the setting sun, Dr. Ryan's light-colored hair was slightly illuminated. His face was full of surprise: "Are you here to get the qualification to practice medicine?"
Ji Jinrong said, "How is that possible? I haven't studied medicine seriously. Isn't it harmful to get a medical qualification?"
Dr. Laian said: "With your amazing hands, you are fully qualified to take it." He was very impressed by Ji Jinrong's exquisite suturing skills and surgical skills. If it was really Ji Jinrong's first experience with surgery, then Ji Jinrong's hands are definitely a gift from God.
The most important thing for a surgeon is a pair of smooth, dexterous hands that never tremble. Of course, you have to have a good attitude and responsiveness to match it.
Moore thought that Ji Jinrong was just working as a helper in the pharmacy that day, and was a little surprised to hear Dr. Laian's words. He knew Dr. Ryan, a very famous and kind surgeon, and the mercenaries loved him very much. Could it be that Ji Jinrong is not only talented in medicine, but also in surgery
Moore could no longer even think of jealousy.
For the first time, he discovered that there are some people in this world that you can't catch up with no matter how hard you try.
Perhaps Ji Jinrong is an emissary sent by heaven to guide him in the maze.
As an envoy of heaven, he is naturally better than others in everything - why should he compare his talents and abilities with this guy? How hard to think about that!
Ji Jinrong didn't know that Moore classified him as "not human". He chatted with Dr. Ryan and asked what Dr. Ryan was doing here.
Dr. Ryan didn't hide anything: "I'm here to sign up. I saw the announcement that Dr. David will go to the refugee camp to follow up the epidemic situation tomorrow, and I want to go see it as a team doctor."
Ji Jinrong also knew about this just now. He also wants to go and see, but it will take at least a whole day to go back and forth, and he has to cook for Arthurs, and he can only decide whether he can follow after Arthurs agrees. He said: "Mr David must be very happy to know that you all signed up enthusiastically."
Dr. Ryan was about to speak when he suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.
His intuition has always been keen.
Dr. Ryan raised his head, and saw a tall soldier riding a horse, watching them not far away. As he looked over, the soldier got off his horse and walked towards them.
Ji Jinrong noticed Dr. Laian's gaze, and turned his head to look.
It's Arthurs!
Ji Jinrong remembered that it had been a long time since he came out. It was late in the evening, and he had to go back to make dinner for Arthurs. Arthur's face looked a little ugly, could it be that he was hungry
Ji Jinrong said to Dr. Lai'an, "Lian, I'm going back first!"
Dr. Leian was a little bit reluctant to part with this smart and cute boy: "Do you want to go together tomorrow? If you want to go, I will write your name on it for you."
These were the words Arthurs heard as he approached.
Arthur tried his best to control the anger in his heart.
Where did this guy come from!
Together tomorrow? What are we going to do together tomorrow? when did they meet So we made an appointment to go out together tomorrow
Arthurs face was terribly dark.
Seeing that the situation was not good, Ji Jinrong assured Arthurs: "I'll go back and cook for you!"
Arthurs stared at Ji Jinrong.
Moore saw Arthur's sullenness, and explained for Ji Jinrong: "Arthur, I brought him here, don't be angry!"
Hearing Moore's explanation for Ji Jinrong, Arthurs couldn't help but look at Moore.
There was a little worry on Moore's face, as if he was afraid that he would get angry with Ji Jinrong.
Arthurs frowned even tighter.
Moore was a little hostile towards Ji Jinrong last time, when did they become so friendly
Arthurs ignored Moore's persuasion, and turned his gaze back to Dr. Ryan.
Ji Jinrong could only introduce: "This is Dr. Laian, I told you last time. I helped Dr. Laian at the pharmacy, and Dr. Laian told me many things—"
Arthurs had no intention of introducing himself. He said to Dr. Laian, "It's a pleasure to meet you." Then he took Ji Jinrong's hand and walked back.
Moore looked at the palms of Arthurs and Ji Jinrong in astonishment.
He knows it!
Cousin really likes this guy!