The atmosphere in the conference hall began to become solemn.
Every time there is a great change in the holy way in any school, some people will suddenly rise into the sky like a bright star, while others will be like a stone falling into the deep sea, without causing any waves.
The struggle for the holy path is sometimes not about right or wrong, but about whether one is qualified to continue on the holy path.
Fang Yun seemed not to notice the doctors leaving and continued explaining.
After explaining the symptoms of the exterior and the interior, Fang Yun paused for a moment and said slowly: "Next, I will talk about the means of treating plague, which requires mentioning the eight methods of treatment, namely, sweating, vomiting, purgation, harmonization, warming, clearing, elimination and tonification. The eight methods summarized by Zhang Sheng Zhongjing are extremely important, so I will not go into details. 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... please think twice, I will take a break for half a minute."
After saying this, Fang Yun walked down from the podium and returned to his seat.
Everyone in the meeting room immediately started whispering to each other, creating an irritating buzz.
Ao Huang was excited and waited for Fang Yun to sit down, then whispered, "There will be a burst of laughter 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 in line with the Cold Disease School. Although there are slight differences in details, they are harmless and generally acceptable, so only a few people left the table. But now you want to separate Zhang Zhongjing's 'Eight Treatment Methods' according to cold and heat, normal doctors can't accept it, which is equivalent to denying their medical principles! The doctors can't stand it!"
Fang Yun rolled his eyes at Ao Huang and said, "Watching the excitement is not afraid of the excitement being too big."
Ao Huang chuckled and said, "Now that you mentioned the Eight Methods, they are specific treatment methods, involving more aspects and subverting more concepts. If you cannot accept it, either give up studying "The Theory of Plague" like the people who left before, or completely deny your medical knowledge. Otherwise, just wait for your literary courage to be shattered."
Fang Yun shook his head slightly and said, "If I were to subvert certain ideas of the Miscellaneous School, Legalism, Confucianism, etc., there would definitely be people who would deny and criticize me. But here at the Medical and Literary Association, at most they would just exchange ideas and debate with me after I finish explaining it. Even if they want to completely deny it, it would take several months or even years."
"What a pity, I'm afraid we won't see a real verbal debate! By the way, before you go to the Holy Academy to discuss the Dao in the future, you must call me! Li Wenying has returned from his training. He will go to the Holy Academy to discuss the Dao, right? Hehe, he has made a lot of enemies, I wonder how much blood he will bleed! As for you... Don't worry, I will prepare the most blood-replenishing artifact in Dragon Palace in advance." Ao Huang said with a thief smile.
Fang Yun gave Ao Huang a blank look.
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 gathering.
Fang Yun stood on the podium and scanned the audience.
Among the doctors and scholars, except for the university scholars and great Confucian scholars, the expressions on their faces, from the students to the Hanlin, were mostly very solemn, as if they were thinking of flying into the flame and making a desperate move.
Ordinary medical literary gatherings were places for communication and learning, but today's gathering was a huge test.
If you pass the test, you can learn "Theory of Plague" and strengthen yourself. Your medical skills will be further improved.
If you fail, you will never be able to study "The Theory of Plague" and the School of Therapeutic Therapy in this life, and you will always fall behind.
Lanterns were like a forest, and the red light was like a mountain, oppressing people so much that they could not breathe.
Fang Yun hummed lightly and said, "Let's start with the method of purgation. The purgation method for epidemics is different from that for typhoid fever..."
After these words were spoken, the expressions of many doctors changed slightly. They directly distinguished between epidemic and typhoid fever. This was not the "possibility" that Fang Yun had mentioned before, but a subtle intention to separate the plague from typhoid fever.
Thinking of this, some people began to sweat all over and their eyes wandered.
“… In case of typhoid fever, it is not too late to purge; in case of epidemic disease, it is not too early to purge; in case of typhoid fever, the purge is for dryness and constipation; in case of epidemic disease, the purge is for stagnation and heat…”
As time passed, the atmosphere in the venue became more solemn.
Snap…
There was a crisp sound of something bursting, and then a man fell limply on a chair, bleeding from all his 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 penetrated into the body of the doctor, stopping the injury.
The officers who had been prepared came hurriedly and carried the medical scholar away.
Fang Yun seemed to know nothing and continued explaining.
Every time a paragraph was explained, there would be a clear and crisp sound, either the text had a tiny crack, or the text cracked, or the text completely shattered.
By the time Fang Yun finished speaking, fifty-seven people had been carried away, including two medical experts.
The venue was filled with the smell of blood, and under the light of big red lanterns, the medical and literary gathering actually seemed a little more eerie.
Every time there was a cracking sound, the "Theory of Epidemic" in front of Fang Yun became heavier. Finally, the "Theory of Epidemic" made the table creak, and Fang Yun had to pick up the "Theory of Epidemic" and hold it in his hands.
Every time there was a sound of a literary book opening, the smell of medical books in Fang Yunwen's palace became stronger.
Every time a literary talent opens his mouth, the talents of all the doctors present become more refined.
Every time there was a cracking sound of the weeds, a sapling would appear out of nowhere on the ground of the county academy of literature. The sapling would grow rapidly and become an apricot tree.
Every time there was a sound of cracking of the text, the light on the surface of the holy book "Treatise on Febrile Diseases" in the Holy Temple would flow 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 Clinic is handed over to you..."
Snap…
There was a crisp sound of the sword cracking, and the old scholar's neck twisted, bleeding from all seven orifices. He 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 up the Treatise on Plague in his hand, like a doctor examining a patient's pulse, neither happy nor sad, neither irritable 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 a doctor, we will continue the life of the human race. May the human race be forever safe."
The pain on the old doctor's face gradually disappeared, and turned into a peaceful look as he fell asleep.
"May the human race live in peace." Many doctors responded softly.
A peaceful and harmonious force enveloped the entire Ning'an City. Fifty-eight apricot trees bloomed one after another, and the fragrance spread for ten miles.
Ao Huang sighed and said softly, "So this is what the voice of innovation is like. I was deceived before. No wonder, no wonder Grandpa Longsheng always said that the human race is stronger than the dragon race. The power of the old era ended with the shattering of Wendan, but it is also nourishing the power of the new generation. This is probably the yin and yang, exterior and interior, and emptiness and reality in medicine. That is not the voice of decay, but the voice of inheritance, even if it is just telling future generations that the path is wrong."
Ao Huang looked at Fang Yun with a smile on his face, and felt that the figure on the podium was extremely tall.
Fang Yun put away the original copy of "On Plague" and said, "At the end of "On Plague", there are prescriptions. I won't go into detail one by one, as they need to be verified slowly. After that, I will communicate with everyone and learn from each other." (To be continued...)