Carefree Prince In Tang Dynasty

"What's so beautiful? Human skin and flesh are not cloth. What use is it to sew casually with seams? It only takes a few days. If that guy is lucky, he will probably still be lying on the bed. If he is unlucky If it's good... I'm afraid I don't know where it was buried anymore." Lu Liufang said quickly, with a look of disdain on his face.

These words sounded a bit like cursing the injured person, but they really didn't fit the identity of a doctor.

Xu Jingchen is a good gentleman in the end. He just smiled harmlessly with humans and animals, and complained slightly, "Brother Lu is too mean. Not to mention that I think King Chu’s views may indeed have merit, just say this. Debridement and suture and hygiene management regulations can bother Mr. Cheng personally handing over the memorial, so we should treat it with caution. I believe Mr. Cheng is not too old-fashioned to be deceived casually."

Lu Liufang was speechless for a while, unable to speak for a long time. He patronized the prejudice against Li Xin in his heart, and even forgot that the memorial was handed to the sage by Mr. Lu Guogong Cheng Yaojin himself, and he immediately shook his heart with a vague premonition. However, after thinking about it, he still felt that Li Xin's words were completely groundless, and they were far from what the ancient medical sages had said, and they really couldn't agree with them.

Seeing that Xu Jingchen had already walked in the direction of Longquan Temple on his own, after Lu Liufang hesitated, he finally gritted his teeth and stomped to follow.

The two soon came to Longquan Temple and grabbed a sweeping novice monk and asked: "Little Master, your Master Daoxin took in a young man who was injured in your temple a few days ago. Is there such a thing?"

The little novice monk was stunned for a moment, frowned and thought for a while, then suddenly realized: "Yes, that's right, there is such a thing."

"Where is Master Daoxin now? Where does that young man live? I want to see them. I don't know if it is convenient or inconvenient?" Xu Jingchen is a palace doctor, his grade is not low, but he still speaks in a polite manner. There is no hint of condescending, but it is very friendly, showing the demeanor of a Confucianist.

The little novice monk smiled and said, "Master Daoxin may be treating nearby residents at this time. There will be such free clinics in our temple every now and then. As for the young man, he lives in the wing at the back of the temple. Here, you can see it when you go down this road."

Xu Jingchen thanked the little novice monk and led Lu Liufang along the path at his feet to the back of the temple.

The "business scope" of temples in the Tang Dynasty was very wide. Just like at the Obon Festival before, it is sometimes a cultural and entertainment venue, and sometimes it can provide a one-stop service from medical treatment to funeral. Although the logical chain of this service does not sound so right, it is actually the case. In addition to these two points, most temples also run the business of "hotels".

As we all know, temples often have many idle houses and warehouses. In this era, there are many travelers who have no houses to live in. For example, the scholars who went to Beijing to rush for examinations, most of them were shy in their pockets, eager to pass through the narrow ascending passage of the feudal era and become the masters of their own dreams.

The ideal is of course very beautiful, but it is a pity that, not to mention the difficulty of the imperial examination in the Tang Dynasty, the vast majority of candidates could not be too comfortable in the period before the imperial examination. Of course, rich children can live in better restaurants and inns, and they can even find two young ladies to accompany them to study every day. Most of the poor students can only complain about living in the temple because the "room rate" is very cheap.

For the temple, the room is empty anyway, and it is good to make a little money. Therefore, under the name of "opening a convenient door for all living beings", such "bronze-smelling things" were done at the feet of the Buddha in an upright manner.

All in all, that's how the young man was placed in the wing of the temple.

Xu Jingchen and Lu Liufang came to the outside of the wing and asked another little novice about the room the young man lived in. They walked through the wooden corridor and came to a closed door.

Lu Liufang was a little nervous for no reason, always feeling as if he could see a young man jumping around inside as soon as he pushed the door. It was too shocking to the world. It didn't match all the medical knowledge he had learned before. His heart might not be able to withstand such a blow. If it was worse, it might be possible to die on the spot.

Lu Liufang's expression about gains and losses was obvious. Xu Jingchen glanced at him amusedly, and slandered to himself: "I knew this before, so why bother to stand up in front of King Chu?"

Xu Jingchen shook his head without leaving a trace, coughed slightly, reached out and knocked on the door, and at the same time asked: "Is there anyone? I am a medical officer. I came to observe King Chu's suturing technique. I wonder if I can enter the door for a while? "

There was no movement in the room. Lu Liufang's throat moved up and down slightly.

Xu Jingchen waited for a while, then knocked on the door with a little harder, and said the words just now again. However, nothing happened in the room.

Xu Jingchen glanced at Lu Liufang suspiciously. Lu Liufang also gave the same awkward look.

"Forget it, don't be polite, just go in and take a look." Lu Liufang felt uncomfortable, very uncomfortable, so he waited patiently and slowly. Anyway, the wing of the temple is usually unlocked, so he simply pushed hard and opened the fragile wooden door in front of him.

Xu Jingchen frowned and smiled bitterly, "It's too impolite to avoid it."

Lu Liufang did not answer. He has strode into this small and rudimentary room.

There was a dilapidated mattress in the room, with a desk beside it, and an empty bowl on it. Lu Liufang picked up the bowl, sniffed it, and said, "Five-flavor disinfectant drink."

Now that the door had been opened, Xu Jingchen was not so pedantic that he would just stand outside the door and look. He sighed and walked into the room, took the bowl in Lu Liufang's hand, sniffed, and nodded, confirming Lu Liufang's judgment. Although this guy is not broad-minded, his professional level is still excellent, otherwise he would not become a medical officer of the Imperial Medical Department at a young age.

"Where is this person?" Xu Jingchen put down the bowl and said to himself, touching his head.

Lu Liufang thought for a while, sneered, and said, "I heard that this young man has a wound that is eight inches long and his skin and flesh are rolled. I don't think he will recover to the point where he can walk around in just a few days, right? Obviously , We were late, and this hapless guy really died. Most of it was carried away by the monks in the temple."

Xu Jingchen didn't want to accept this explanation very much, and said: "Maybe someone moved him?"

"What do you do to move such a wounded person?" Lu Liufang asked rhetorically.

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