my scientific age

Chapter 6 Qingbei Reopening
"Yes, I dare to let the old man know that I knelt in front of my father's mourning hall last night, and it seems that I caught a cold in the middle of the night and caught a cold." Yu Hua nodded and said respectfully.

"Do you have a fever? What's the temperature? Does the throat hurt?" The old Chinese doctor nodded his head when he heard the words, and then asked about his condition.

"Uh...fever, I don't know the temperature, this, don't you need to check the pulse or something?" Yu Hua was a little confused when he heard the old doctor's words. What is the situation of this western medical consultation procedure?
Here, where is the good TCM number for pulse consultation?

"What pulse do you take for typhoid and cold?"

The old Chinese doctor laughed and shook his head, then took out a thermometer from his pocket and handed it to Yu Hua: "Put the thermometer under your armpit and take it out after 5 minutes."

"Okay." The corner of Yu Hua's mouth twitched, the thought of wanting to experience the pulse of traditional Chinese medicine was broken, and he silently took the thermometer and stuffed it under his armpit.

After a hundred years, the way to check for a cold and fever is exactly the same.

"Old gentleman, who was that gentleman just now?" Yu Hua asked the old Chinese medicine doctor who was writing the prescription while waiting for the thermometer to measure his temperature.

After listening to the entire conversation between the two, Yu Hua basically guessed that the young man was the famous Hua Luogeng, but he still wanted to make sure.

While writing the prescription, the old Chinese doctor said, "Mr. Hua Luogeng, associate professor of National Tsinghua University, just returned from studying abroad. He often comes to pick up medicine. He is an old acquaintance."

"The 27-year-old associate professor of Tsinghua..." Yu Hua secretly clicked his tongue. He knew that this was a big man, but he didn't expect that he was already an associate professor at the age of 27.

and many more!

Not only that, Yu Hua suddenly remembered that Hua Luogeng, who was affiliated to the Tsinghua University system, returned to China in 1937 and was immediately hired by the National Tsinghua University as a full professor in the Department of Mathematics.

In other words, they are 27-year-old full professors.

"Why, do you want to take the Tsinghua exam?" The old doctor smiled when he saw Yu Hua's appearance: "National Tsinghua University is not easy to get into."

The re-opening of northern Qing Dynasty, the four famous schools of the Republic of China.

These are the four universities at the top of the educational system pyramid in the Republic of China. Every year, there are countless students who apply for the exam, but only one or two hundred are admitted.

The difficulty of taking the exam is not inferior to the civil service exams of later generations.

Yu Hua nodded sincerely, without concealing the goal in his heart: "If you want to take the test, as the saying goes, a soldier who doesn't want to be a general is not a good soldier, and a student who doesn't want to be admitted to Qingbei is not a good student."

Hearing the words, the old doctor stopped writing abruptly, looked up at Yu Hua, and was surprised: "You baby, you can say this, you have ambition."

Students who do not want to be admitted to Qingbei are not good students.

These words, big ambition, big confidence, big heart.

The old Chinese doctor never imagined that Yu Hua, who seemed to be an ordinary person, could say such words, which is very human.

"That kid will borrow your old auspicious words." Yu Hua smiled.

"Looking at your impression of going to school for two years, it's not like what you said today, boy Yu Hua, you will definitely do something in the future." The old doctor looked at Yu Hua's face carefully. Jiaoyang couldn't help but admire.

The Xuanji Church has been here for decades. Since the Yu Qinghe family moved here two years ago, the old doctor has watched Yu Hua go to school every day. It was a buried piece of real gold.

Hearing the old doctor's comment, Yu Hua felt a little embarrassed: "You are too old."

"Bring the thermometer."

The old doctor smiled and said nothing.

Yu Hua took out the thermometer and passed it with both hands. The old Chinese doctor took it and looked at it. It was 38:[-] degrees. He immediately gave Yu Hua three doses of traditional Chinese medicine and told him to take it after meals for three days in a row.

"How much, sir," Yu Hua asked.

"Whatever you want, you can give money and you'll have a share. Go back, baby, you are good, and so is your father, and you didn't embarrass us Chinese." The old doctor smiled and shook his head and waved his hand.

"Thank you, I forgot to ask, what is your surname?" Hearing this, Yu Hua was stunned, silent for a second, and thanked softly. He didn't expect that the medical fee would be waived because of Yu Qinghe's status as an anti-Japanese soldier. This was something he didn't expect.

With these three pieces of traditional Chinese medicine in hand, plus the consultation fee, it is less than two pieces of ocean to start.

In this era, a piece of ocean is by no means a small amount. According to the description of the high school history teacher, the actual purchasing power of the ocean in the Republic of China is extremely high, and the ratio of the ocean to the RMB is generally in the range of 50:1-100:1.

Just because of Yu Qinghe, the medical fee equivalent to hundreds of yuan was waived. Yu Hua didn't know what to say about this.

"My surname is Tan, and your name is Huairen." Tan Huairen stroked his beard and smiled.

Yu Hua thanked him, "Thank you, Mr. Tan."

"Go." Tan Huairen waved his hand.

After thanking him and saying goodbye to the old Chinese medicine doctor Tan Huairen, Yu Hua picked up three pictures of traditional Chinese medicine and left.

"Walking steadily, without the atmosphere of the market, not sticking to the details, is the dragon among individuals." Looking at the back of Yu Hua leaving, Tan Huairen picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip.

……

After leaving the door of Xuanji Hall, he took three pieces of traditional Chinese medicine and went to the wonton stall. He didn't eat breakfast. Yu Hua was a little hungry. When he arrived at the wonton stall in his memory, the boss was busy making noodles, and a little girl helped Busy, there are three tables, the innermost one sits a young man in Western-style dress and glasses, eating wontons, and his face seems to be enjoying himself.

Yu Hua took a curious look, and was stunned for a moment. It was Hua Luogeng sitting inside.

Fate.

"But Mr. Hua Luogeng?" Wiping his nose with his sleeve, Yu Hua took a deep breath, stepped forward, and said respectfully.

When you meet Hua Luogeng, a famous mathematician in China, why do you have to go up and say hello.

There was a voice in his ear, Hua Luogeng, who was eating wontons, raised his head and saw Yu Hua, who was wearing a Western-style wool coat, with a polite and respectful face. He asked with confusion, "Who are you?"

"Hello, Mr. Yu Hua, a student of Peking No. [-] Middle School, just happened to meet Mr. Tan in Xuanjitang, and learned about Mr. Tan's identity from Mr. Tan. I never thought of meeting Mr. here again. Hua had read Mr. "The reason why Su Jiaju's algebraic quintic equation solution cannot be established", I also heard that Mr. studied in Cambridge, England, and he published many papers, which was famous in the world mathematics circle and worshipped."

Yu Hua stood in a student attitude, with a straight back and a sincere face, detailing the reasons and circumstances.

"Come, sit first, students from Peiping No. [-] Middle School, do you like math?" Hua Luogeng was interested when he heard this, motioned Yu Hua to sit down at the same table and asked.

In the past, there were hundreds of students who could come to see him. Today, when I was eating a bowl of wontons in old Beijing, I met a student who worshipped him, still Peking No. [-] Middle School.

interesting.

Really interesting.

Most of the students in Tsinghua University followed the style of the literati. They liked Lu Xun the most.

As the National Tsinghua University, which is famous for its science, there are three out of ten students who are interested in mathematics and natural sciences, and the rest are students of the Faculty of Arts.

Rao is a science college, and there are too many students who like literati.

(End of this chapter)