Under the cover of night, Fang Yun walked down from the podium.
Rows of big red lanterns hung high in the sky, still illuminating the entire venue. Before, the light of the red lanterns was like dried blood, but now, the red light all over the venue was like gurgling blood, rushing and moving forward, like a river of knowledge, like the water of civilization, pouring into the vast ocean of the Holy Way, enhancing the power of the human race.
The medical family members who are still present have experienced refinement. Many of them have less gray hair, fewer wrinkles on their faces, and their literary talents have become more crystal clear.
The faint smell of blood was gradually replaced by the fragrance of apricot blossoms.
Those who leave are not eliminated, they are just the cornerstones at the bottom, either submerged by water or buried by soil. The later generations cannot even see their traces, but they will always receive their kindness and reap their fruits.
Before Fang Yun walked down from the podium, an invisible force was transmitted through the holy temple of Ning'an County to the holy courtyard and directly to the medical hall.
"Boom... Boom... Boom..."
The big bell in the Medical Hall rang seven times, and it kept echoing inside the Medical Hall. Apart from the people in the Medical Hall, only the saints could hear it.
In the Ning'an County Academy of Literature, Fang Yun sat down and whispered everywhere. The voices became louder and louder, and finally formed a continuous discussion, debate and even dispute.
During the debate, the vision of the doctors and scholars became brighter and their spirits became more vigorous.
The fragrance of apricot blossoms is becoming stronger and stronger.
Several old men entered the county academy silently, some hid behind trees, some in front of the courtyard, and some under the eaves, but no one paid any attention to them.
During the debate, some people left. Most of them were doctors from Qing or Jia. Among them, Jia's chief physician Ling Lei Lu was even more distraught, with deep reluctance in his eyes. However, he had to leave with the Lei family and some doctors from Jia.
Everything he had learned and knew told him that Fang Yun's "Plague Theory" made sense, and he could understand and even support this path, but he was a member of the Lei family after all, and it was impossible for him to follow Fang Yun.
Lei Lu knew that a new holy path was opening up before him. If he took this path, he might become a great scholar or even a great scholar, but he would also break away from his family. If he gave up, his literary talent would be tarnished for the rest of his life, and it would be difficult for him to make further progress in medicine.
Lei Lu chose to retreat.
The people of Qing who left were also full of helplessness. The Zong family did not trust people who learned Fang Yun's medical skills, and King Qing trusted them even less.
Under the night sky of Ning'an City, there were more doctors who were filled with sorrow.
However, the Zhang Zhongjing family, the Hua Tuo family, and other wealthy and famous families who have studied medicine for generations are constantly urging their disciples to come to Ning'an.
Kongcheng, Lu family.
"Quick! The old man has an emergency. Send a letter to Doctor Sun as soon as possible!"
"Doctor Sun said he is in Jingguo!"
"Why would a distinguished doctor like Hanlin go to Jingguo?"
"Participate in the Ning'an County Medical and Literary Conference."
"Ning'an County... Never mind. Go find another doctor. The doctor is not good enough. He can only keep the patient alive but cannot cure him."
"Zhou Hanlin also went to Ning'an..."
"Liu Hanlin is on his way to Ning'an..."
"Wang Hanlin didn't reply..."
"There is no time to lose! Hurry up. I will carry the old man on my back and go directly to the Holy Courtyard Medical Hall. After all, our Lu family is a semi-saint family. Even if the old man is not a direct descendant, he is still the head of the family. If they don't give face to the ancestor of the Wei family, I don't believe that the people in the Medical Hall will not help!"
The door of the Lu family opened wide, and a middle-aged scholar ran to the carriage with an old man on his back, followed by a doctor. A medical book was suspended in front of his chest, emitting a faint light that enveloped the unconscious old man. Three or four young people followed him into the carriage.
The carriage galloped towards the holy temple.
A young man said, "Alas, it's all Fang Yun's fault. He held the Medical Literature Conference today, instead of earlier or later."
The middle-aged scholar scolded, "The dispute over the Holy Path is between the Zong family and Fang Yun. You young people should stay out of it and don't let others use you as a tool. Although the Zong Sheng is a saint of the Miscellaneous Family, we should support him, but is Fang Yun an enemy of the human race? You have studied for so many years, but you don't understand the limits!"
Several young people lowered their heads and said nothing.
The group hurried to the foot of Daofeng Mountain, revealed their identities as aristocratic families and explained their purpose. Then, several people took the mechanical ladder directly to the Holy Temple on the top of the mountain. Under the guidance of the Holy Temple's receptionist, they quickly came to the medical hall.
The Medical Hall is a complex of buildings, consisting of three main halls, a square and various side halls and courtyards. Normally, there are at least two medical scholars on duty in front of the gate to receive visitors. But today, in the hazy night, the gate of the Medical Hall was wide open, but there was no one at the door.
The Lu family and the receptionist of the Holy Court looked at each other, and the receptionist said loudly: "The people of the Lu Holy Family have come to seek medical treatment. I hope the Medical Palace will show mercy."
The Lu family immediately looked at the receptionist with gratitude.
The receptionist repeated it twice in a row, but got no response. He frowned and said, "There are only a few places in the Medical Palace that you can't enter randomly. You can still enter the Medical Palace Square. Let's go in and find out."
A group of people entered the medical hall and walked from the right side of the square. There should be someone in the side room next to it, so the receptionist took them to look for someone slowly. After searching seven or eight rooms, they didn't see anyone. Moreover, the documents in some rooms were messy, and the ink on the pens had not dried yet, as if someone had suddenly left after the incident.
The Jinshi of the Lu family asked, "Could something big have happened?"
The expression of the Juren Zhike changed slightly. This is the Holy Academy. How big a deal would it be if the entire medical hall disappeared
He hurriedly took out the official seal and sent a letter to the East Saint Pavilion. Soon, the scholar-officer smiled helplessly and said, "The news of Ning'an's reform has spread to the Medical Hall. Not to mention the Holy Court, even the doctors of the entire Kongcheng Hanlin or above were taken to the Holy Court, and then moved to the capital of Jingguo through the literary world, and then went to Ning'an County."
The doctor who helped treat the patient was surprised and said, "The voice of innovation? The voice of innovation came out of Fang Yun's medical literature meeting?"
"The news from the East Saint Pavilion cannot be wrong, otherwise the Medical Hall would not have come out in full force." said the Juren Zhike.
"It's a pity that I couldn't participate, but it won't hurt to study "On Plague" later. Now that there are voices of innovation, Fangxusheng's medical department is almost certain to get the first place."
A young man from the Lu family said with a sad face, "Fang Yun is holding a medical and literary conference, but no one can cure the diseases of our Lu family. Fang Yun really doesn't spare our family at all."
"Yeah, why not open it at any other time? Why open it today?"
"I don't want to blame Fang Yun, but I can't blame others, right? Wucuo Novel Network has many words"
The middle-aged scholar was stunned for a long time, then sighed and said, "It is probably our school that forced Fang Yun to hold the medical and literary conference today. Forget it, let's wait until the medical and literary conference is over before treating the old man."
The young people from the Lu family looked confused.
Soon, a flying ship appeared in the sky above Ning'an County, outside the county academy of literature.
A large number of scholars from the Medical Hall and Kongcheng were seen disembarking from the boat, more than a thousand in number, and entered the County Academy of Literature under the leadership of four great scholars.
Fang Yun and the others stood up to greet them. After exchanging pleasantries, they realized that even the medical scholar who was guarding the medical hall had come. The medical hall was empty, and they did not know whether to laugh or cry.
The five great scholars in the Medical Hall were all present, making it the most grand literary gathering of doctors in a hundred years.
Later, Fang Yun learned that people from Zhang Zhongjing's family and Hua Tuo's family had already arrived in the capital through the literary world, and were also heading here on airships, carrying doctors from other countries.
The Skywalker was written by a semi-saint himself on holy pages. If one is used, one is lost. It is priceless, but for the sake of this medical and literary conference, these noble families don't feel sorry for it at all. (To be continued...)