Reborn as the crippled king's favorite

"Your master, I have no father or mother since I was a child. I was a little beggar who was beaten and scolded for a living. It was your master who picked me up, gave me food, and taught me reading and medical skills. But master, he is also busy. Ah, so, I became senior brother’s follower.”

The old master recalled the past.

"Your junior uncle was very loyal when he was a child. He had ideas since he was a child. He can't say that he is very kind to my junior brother, but he is not bad at all. Think about it, I grew up in a beggar's den, and no one cared for me. Love, suddenly there is such a senior brother who is like an elder brother, how can I not like him?"

"Children's feelings are very pure. I am good to my senior brother, and he is also good to me. He taught me even how to read and write. But later on, I learned medicine very quickly, and my master said that I was better than my senior brother. I have talent, but I was still very proud and complacent, but at that time, my senior brother gradually separated from me."

"Looking back now, how can I blame the senior brother? The junior brother in his church is praised by the master all day long, but he is often scolded. If it were me, I would be unconvinced and resentful. So we I went further and further, and later, because my master passed on the mantle to me, my senior brother completely embarked on the path of no return."

"He is wrong, and he is really wrong. Take Wu Xie's mother as an example. He ruined a whole family. Isn't it terribly wrong? People like him will go to the eighteenth level of hell after death."

"But I also made mistakes. Senior brother taught me how to get started, but I stayed away because of conflicts with him and never played a supervisory role. If I had been by his side, he would definitely not have made such a big mistake."

"I failed Master's expectations for me. When I die, why shouldn't I go to hell?"

The more Murong Jiu listened, the more he felt something was wrong.

She said in a deep voice: "Master, you are going too far. When people get old, they will always think of the past, but how can anyone in this world not make mistakes? You have saved so many people, how great your merits are. If you think Feel guilty, just wait until Master Miao gets better, you can treat diseases and save people together, and accumulate more merits."

"Yes, the girl is right. When he gets better, we can save more people together and accumulate merit so that he will suffer less torture after his death."

Murong Jiu couldn't laugh or cry.

Whether there is a hell after death or not is still a matter of debate.

But this is good, at least it gives people hope to correct their evil ways and return to the right path.

After staying with Master for a few more days, Murong Jiu took Master back to the palace after Miracle Doctor Miao was completely stable.

She cooked some soothing soup and drank it for Master and those who had not had a good rest for a while. Everyone had a good sleep peacefully and woke up full of energy.

Nowadays, there are rumors outside that Princess Ling's master, Divine Doctor Zhai, is the reincarnation of Hua Tuo, who brought Doctor Miao back to life after being stabbed in the heart and destined to die.

This sounds really powerful, but both Divine Doctor Zhai and Master Murong Jiu feel that they are actually just lucky. Otherwise, if they had bad luck in blood transfusions, Divine Doctor Miao would not be alive today.

Another person might not have such good luck.

In fact, in the final analysis, the blood transfusion method is feasible, but what is not feasible is that they do not have the ability to distinguish whether each person's blood can be integrated with the injured rather than repelling each other.

And you have to tell whether the other person has any contagious diseases.

It is almost impossible to spread this method.

There are too many unknowns to mankind.

In terms of medical skills, there seems to be no end in sight.

But life is like this, how can everything be perfect?

Murong Jiu also realized that she should invest more time in medical skills.

"Ajiu, how about we set up a medical clinic?" Jun Yuyan didn't want her to be too tired, so he suggested this to her.

"The purpose of the medical museum is to cultivate medical talents and allow more people who are willing to learn medical skills to have a place to learn. Maybe there are many geniuses like you, Ah Jiu, in the world. From generation to generation, Dayan doctors are everywhere, and they can save more lives. , it’s also possible to make existing medical skills more sophisticated, right?”

Murong Jiu nodded.

She thought about setting up a school to let more people read and write, but she never thought about setting up a medical center.

In fact, the bottom line is that this matter is too difficult to do, so she dare not think about it.

However, the establishment of the Civilian Medical Bureau made her understand even more how rare and valuable doctors are. Many people make their illnesses worse or even die without treatment because they are too ignorant.

Someone has to do it.

If Miracle Doctor Miao can recover, I believe he will be willing to pass on the medical skills together with his master.

It may be difficult to do it in the early stage, but after a few years, many things may be easily solved.

Just do it.

The court turned to support the young prince, causing panic. The second prince and the third prince were unwilling to give up. Only Prince Ling had the most Buddha-like nature.

The emperor asked him to rest on the grounds that he had worked hard to quell the chaos, but in fact he suspended all his official duties. However, he did not take it seriously and spent the whole day wandering around the capital with Princess Ling and their two children.

Soon after, the school was renovated, and news finally came out that a medical school would be established.

As soon as the news came out, everyone in the capital was shocked.

More than a dozen free-study schools have opened in the capital, and even opened in towns outside the capital. I never expected that they would open a medical school!
A civilian medical bureau has already recruited many doctors and doctors. When a medical school is opened, who will teach?
Besides, who doesn’t know that since ancient times, when learning medical skills, one has to first become an apprentice and work for a doctor for more than five years for nothing. Only when the master realizes his conscience and wants to teach you, will he truly teach you medical skills.

Ordinary people have difficulty accessing medicinal materials and cannot read. Even if a medical book is placed in front of you, you will not recognize it.

Moreover, medical books are a secret that is not passed on to every doctor. They will only be passed on to the legitimate sons in the family. If there are no heirs, they will also be strictly passed on to his most proud disciples.

Even if the previous schools were well run and more people could read, what about medical books? Is it possible that Princess Ling took out the medical books inherited from her family and taught them to others?
Everyone thinks that this medical school cannot be opened.

It's just a small fight.

I believe it will end dismally soon.

These are the thoughts of the dignitaries in the capital. For ordinary people, of course they hope that King Ling can make it big. If the children at home can study medicine, they will not have to worry about their livelihood in the future. Being a doctor is better than anything else. .

Even the barefoot doctor in the village would not die of hunger in a year of famine and disease.

And being a doctor is very respected, isn’t it a hundred times better than being a pawn of a trafficker?
As soon as the news of the opening of the medical school came out, many people signed up with their children.

Regardless of whether the medical school can continue to be opened or how many years it can be opened, at least you can learn something practical!
However, the prerequisite for entering the medical school is literacy, which excludes many people.