After three hours, I flipped through the book and could recite the entire text. I have a photographic memory!

Moreover, he also has superb self-taught medical skills.

"Page 35, line 6. Recite it all the way to page 49, line 12."

"Cyclic attacks, chills, fever, hyperhidrosis, anemia and splenomegaly"

Ten minutes later, He Zhao finished reciting, took a sip from the teacup, and moistened his throat.

"genius!"

What can Fan Zhong say?

When he first studied medicine with his master, he only read "Lun on Miscellaneous Diseases" for five or six days before he could read it thoroughly. It took him about half a year to recite the entire text verbatim.

Nothing else. There are many complicated diseases in it, including prevention, alleviation, treatment, etc. It is really difficult to recite. Maybe there are only a few hundred words for a disease, but it needs to be understood thoroughly and translated into vernacular.

It requires thousands of words.

Being a poor student himself, his medical career was miserable.

If he had known earlier, he would have studied hard.

"Master, I want to practice medicine." What is the purpose of becoming a disciple? Isn't it just to gain a lot of proficiency?

"Um"

After a long silence, Lao Fan said slowly.

"Zhao'er, if you just memorize the Treatise on Miscellaneous Diseases, you won't be able to see a doctor immediately. Then you can read and recite the two medical books "Compendium of Materia Medica" and "The Treatise on Poisonous Herbs"."

"I have memorized the "Compendium of Materia Medica" for a long time, but I have never heard of "The Treatise on Poisonous Herbs". I wonder if the "Poisonous Medicine Patch" can be used?" The man surnamed He put down his teacup and asked for advice.

"puff"

After finishing speaking, Master Fan picked up the cup and was about to take a sip of tea. As soon as he drank the water, all the water spurted out.

"What did you say? "Poison Post"?"

No, that stuff is a forbidden book that is explicitly prohibited by the Eclipse Moon Kingdom!

Why are you looking at it?

"I went to the black market a while ago and bought it from a small bookstall." In response to his master's strange look, he had no choice but to explain.

have to!

Not to mention a mere "Poison Patch", the black market even sells poisons that can seal one's throat with blood.

Next, I recited the full text of "Compendium of Materia Medica" and "Poison Poster" one by one, which took a total of two and a half hours.

"Yeah, very solid."

Needless to say, "Compendium of Materia Medica" must be read thoroughly by anyone who studies medicine. Secondly, doctors are also human beings, and they are naturally curious.

"Starting from tomorrow, you will study with me. You will treat some minor illnesses, and I will watch you from the side. When I think you are good enough, you can sit alone and treat illnesses. Someone come!"

Fan Zhong shouted towards the door, and two servants walked in from outside.

"Take Zhao'er to the guest room to rest, and tell the kitchen to cook more meals tomorrow morning. It's enough for about thirty people. It's better to cook more than less."

"Yes, sir."

The two servants responded and then led He Zhao away to rest in the guest room in front.

The room was larger than his thatched house in Qingshan Village, and one bedroom alone was larger than the total area of ​​their home.

Lying on the soft bed, I started to check the information prompts that popped up one after another not long ago.

[Would you like to save 2 points of proficiency (proficiency)? 】

【whether】

"yes."

After memorizing "Compendium of Materia Medica", it popped up.

I just kept concentrating on reciting it and didn't bother to save it.

[Would you like to save 1 point of proficiency (proficiency)? 】

【whether】

"yes."

"Poison Post" is obviously only half an hour shorter than "Compendium of Materia Medica", why is it only given 1 point?

Even if it’s 1.5 points, that’s fine!

[Proficiency: 856 (rough proficiency), 35 (proficiency), 15 (little success)]

"Sleep, sleep."

At this time, it was already eleven o'clock at night.

Fan Zhong came alone, carrying a lantern, to the ancestral hall where his master's tablet was placed.

"Master, Master Uncle, Master Aunt, Master, Master"

He knelt down and kowtowed respectfully to the dozen or so tablets on the coffin platform.

"Today I accepted a disciple with extraordinary talent. The Treatise on Miscellaneous Diseases has caused us countless headaches. I only need to read it once and I can write down the entire text."

"Compared with others, I feel like a waste. At the same time, I am very happy that I finally have a decent successor who can continue to carry forward my legacy."

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

As he spoke, he burst into tears.

Lao Fan didn't go back to his room to sleep all night. Instead, he chatted in the ancestral hall all night.

If the masters, uncles, masters and others of the tablets are alive in heaven, they will definitely rush out and give them some big mouths. Can you please not disturb our rest?

There is no peace of mind when you are alive, and you will occasionally be harassed after death.

The old man talked all night and sneaked back into the house while it was still dark.

The next day, He Zhao's biological clock woke him up.

Under the service of the servant, he dressed and washed.

On the way to the lobby, I overheard some chatting among the servants.

"I heard from Xiaochun that there seemed to be trouble in the ancestral hall last night!"

"What? It's impossible."

"Hey, can I lie to you? It is said that she went to the toilet in the middle of the night and heard intermittent crying. Xiaochun has always been brave, so she followed the sound and rushed over. It turned out that the crying was coming from the ancestral hall."

He didn't listen next. It's impossible to make trouble!

If the large-scale simulation scene is weird, according to the urinary properties of the simulator, dirty things will come to the door within a few days and game someone over in one go.

Therefore, he dares to swear to God that there is definitely no trick!

This is just a simulation scene focusing on martial arts.

Arriving at the lobby, Fan Zhong sat in the main seat with a slightly tired face, pointing to his left hand to signal for dinner.

As for Fan Yan, whose eyes are higher than her head, it may be that her anger from yesterday has not gone away yet, and there is no trace of her inside.

"After eating, let's go to Yuzhitang and start your first medical practice. With your talent, I think it won't take more than ten years. As a teacher, I can live out my life and pass Yuzhitang to you."

"???"

The servant who was serving the master and apprentice almost opened his eyes when he heard this.

What!

Such a big sign is passed on to the apprentice?

"I plan to build my own sign."

How could a teenage boy not have any pride in his heart?

Fan Zhong just smiled at this.

"Okay, my teacher is optimistic about you."

Lao Fan's idea is very simple. After the apprentice leaves the apprenticeship and accepts the severe beating of reality, he will naturally come back obediently and inherit the Yuzhitang brand.

There are many people with good medical skills, why are they not famous?

If you want to put up a signboard, you have to ask your colleagues if they are willing!

For example, if a sect wants to open a gym in Sichun City to teach boxing, it needs the approval of local martial arts schools such as Xingyi, Liuhe, and Qingshan.

Otherwise, unless you are extremely capable and can defeat a city by yourself.

Otherwise, go back to where you came from.

Under the stunned eyes of the servants, He Zhao finished breakfast for more than thirty people in one go.

Afterwards, the master and the apprentice left the house and rushed to the medicine hall
To be continued...