Another World Da Ming: I use a hundred lives to become holy

Tai Hospital.

"It takes a season, spring goes to summer!"

"My official announces! The medical biography has been completed!"

"My official imperial physician's order, with the imperial hospital's judgment, thank you colleagues for your selfless generosity!"

"Please write down your names on the title pages of your contributions!"

At this moment, almost all the imperial physicians gathered in the imperial hospital.

This is their big day.

Because today.

The medical biography in the ceremony that Zhao Zheng asked for has been completed!

Fortunately, Zhao Zhengren was in the imperial hospital, and these imperial doctors also had their own medical books.

Let the compilation of medical biography not start from scratch.

Instead, they are classified according to different subjects, classified into files, and then summarized again.

Writing a book is not a delicate job.

"Master Zhao, congratulations on taking the first step!"

"Of course, I also want to congratulate myself!"

"I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it, in my lifetime, I would be able to do it! Woooooo!"

"I can flip through such a thick medical book with everyone's opinions!"

"Old man! Die without regret!"

"Please accept the old man's worship!"

"Master Zhao! Please also accept the bow of the official!"

Everyone was laughing when they came to the hospital.

But Zhao Zheng didn't expect that everyone smiled and bowed to him.

For the first time he felt so terrified.

"Everyone, get up straight!"

"Zhao just came up with an idea, but he is just a mortal who doesn't even understand the slightest bit of medical theory! Without everyone, there would be no success in medical teaching!"

"No! Without you, Mr. Zhao! If it were someone else, we wouldn't be able to get out the Huai TCM book one day!"

"Lord Zhao deserves a bow!"

"That's right, Mr. Zhao, don't need to be humble! The effect of hot water you proposed is not a medical theory!"

In the end, Zhao Zheng could only blushed and accepted their gift.

......

Zhao Zheng is in the office cubicle of Taiyuan Hospital.

"Tut tut, baby, baby!"

"Even if I watch it all my life, I can't get enough! Even if I die now, as long as I can hold it, I'm willing!"

The imperial physician ordered Li Wanfang, an old acquaintance, to barge in with the rubbings of "Da Dian - Medical Biography" that had just been printed, and was still muttering.

"Lord Zhao, the rubbings have been printed! We really did it!"

"My colleagues are asking how much silver taels are needed!"

"No need, as the head of the Zhao family, Zhao can still get this little money."

"Anyway, His Majesty won't allow the Zhao Mansion to use the money outside. It's better to exchange it into books and send it out than to put it in the Zhao Manor's treasury to cause mold."

The imperial physician ordered Li Wanfang to hear Zhao Zheng's answer, and finally broke free from his joy, and saw the confusion on Zhao Zheng's face.

I remembered that Zhao Zheng's request was even greater.

Medical information is only the first step, and the rest will be difficult, as the hospital can't help.

It is impossible for the follow-up of the Dian matter to go so smoothly...

"Master Zhao, let's have a heart-to-heart talk!"

Thinking of the above-mentioned Imperial Physician Li Wanfang, he solemnly sat opposite Zhao Zheng.

"Talking? Okay!"

Zhao Zheng thought that he was still talking heart-to-heart as before, and tried his best to restore his normal expression in the past.

But who knew, Li Wanfang, the imperial physician opposite him, shook his head at him.

"What does Li Yiling mean?"

Zhao Zheng was a little confused, how to talk about heart-to-heart talk, but shook his head to himself first, and suddenly became so serious.

"Haha, Master Zhao misunderstood."

"The heart-to-heart talk I'm talking about at this moment is not the same as before, the heart-to-heart talk for medical education and government affairs."

"This time, the heart-to-heart talk I want is the kind of heart-to-heart talk between a medical officer and a patient."

Speaking of the imperial physician ordering Li Wanfang, he first pointed at Zhao Zheng and then at himself.

"Master Zhao, you are a patient now!"

"And this officer is your medical officer!"

"It's this kind of heart-to-heart talk, Master Zhao understands?"

Zhao Zheng was even more confused, because he really knew his physical condition!

All the indicators of this puppet are completely normal!

At most, it's just a little bit beyond the capabilities of a 40-year-old man.

But he doesn't need to.

Could it be that the imperial physician ordered Li Wanfang to see that my heart is full of fire?

Thinking about it, Zhao Zheng took a deep breath subconsciously, suppressing the irritability in his heart.

"Lord Zhao, stop thinking about it!"

"What I want to cure is your heart disease! Your body is in good health. As for your heart fire, just drink more tea."

With that said, the imperial physician ordered Li Wanfang to pour a cup of tea for Zhao Zheng.

"Heart disease?"

Zhao Zheng took the tea and was even more confused.

What else could be wrong with me that I don't know about?

"Didn't Li Yiling say that a doctor can heal flesh and bones, but he can't heal the heart? Why is he treating Zhao's heart disease today? Could it be that Li Yiling's medical skills have greatly improved?"

Zhao Zheng looked at Li Wanfang and joked.

But who knows, the old naughty boy in the past didn't take his joke today, instead his face became more serious.

"When I was five years old, at the request of my father, I started to memorize the names of the medicines! After I became a family at the age of 20, I have already consulted in the Chinese medicine clinic at home!"

"Master Zhao, please cooperate with this old man! Respect this old man's medical skills!"

"The heart disease in the past, other heart diseases, the old man is really helpless!"

"But right now, Mr. Zhao's heart disease has reached a point where he is close to dying!"

"I have to get a doctor! How can I just sit idly by!"

Li Wanfang's seriousness was terrifying, making Zhao Zheng feel like he was back when he was a child when the doctor took off his pants and gave him an injection on his buttocks.

Coupled with his white beard, the concern in his words, and the love and responsibility of his elders.

Zhao Zheng finally sat upright.

"Then ask Dr. Li to ask!"

Li Wanfang finally lost his seriousness and spoke.

"First of all, Mr. Zhao! Your heart disease is due to the initial cause, and you are eager for quick success!"

"When you first came to Tai Hospital, the old man saw that you underestimated medical skills."

"I can understand it too. After all, the sages from the Zhao residence, including the Hou Zhongyi lying next door, are all big men who worry about the world!"

"That's why the old man said at that time that one prescription can cure tens of millions of people!"

Hearing this, Zhao Zheng nodded subconsciously, saying that it was indeed Li Wanfang who reminded him to wake up in time.

But the imperial doctor ordered Li Wanfang to sigh when he saw him nodding.

"Hey, Mr. Zhao, you still haven't heard the true meaning of the old man, have you?"

"The old man should speak more clearly, Mr. Zhao! Stop!"

"Jinyiwei is right outside the Tai Hospital!"

"The Patriarch of your house, that Zhongyihou's bedside, is also full of Jin Yiwei!"

"Why do you bother to risk your own lives to rule the world for the royal family! Now the Sun Moon Dynasty has entered a prosperous age! What hidden dangers can there be!?"

"Zhao Mansion, it's time to enjoy the blessing!"

"Even if Marquis Zhongyi doesn't want it, and you, acting patriarch, don't want it, then you have to think about other people in the mansion!"

The imperial physician ordered Li Wanfang to say these words almost by shouting.

But when he saw Zhao Zheng's eyes after looking up, he understood...