Zhao Huan chose to leave the Taoist temple, neither punishing Hu Yuan nor issuing an edict to force Hu Yuan away.

A strong melon, it is not sweet.

Hu Yuan himself was unwilling to come back, so he forced Hu Yuan back. He was full of resentment and could not do much work.

Being a teacher in Dasong Kindergarten, teaching Zhao Chen and Yueyun and the others was a side job.

Hu Yuan's main business is to be a doctor. He has already developed resentment towards this career, unless he can figure it out himself.

Medicine has always been called prescription technology.

[Historical translation machine: prescription skills: all are the tools of life and life, and they are guarded by the kings. In ancient times, there were Qi Bo and Yu Ji, and Bian Que, Qin He, and in the Middle Ages, they discussed diseases and the country. They were originally diagnosed with politics. There was Cang Gong in the Han Dynasty. Now their skills are unclear, so when discussing their calligraphy, they refer to four types of prescription skills, which are called: medical classics, classic prescriptions, room, gods and immortals.]

Zhao Huan also sighed as he looked at Fang Ji's introduction.

This paragraph roughly explains what Fang skill is.

It means that through medicine, health science, room, practice and seeking immortality, and superstitious witchcraft, people can achieve the purpose of curing diseases, prolonging life, healthy life, immortality, and immortality.

When discussing diseases and the country, the original diagnosis is to know politics.

Zhao Huan looked at the purple qi on the card and stepped out of the Ling Palace, and set off to return to the palace. He needed to find someone to replace Hu Yuan.

Hu Yuan bid farewell to Zhao Huan. He looked at Zhao Huan's car and stared blankly.

Suddenly, he took a big step forward, stretched out his hand, trying to grab something, but he didn't catch anything.

Why did the official leave?

Hu Yuan knew very clearly why the official left.

It’s not that he didn’t tell the “great potential” out of the way, but in fact, he explained it quite clearly.

But the official left.

He returned to the Shenxiao Concentrating Spiritual Palace in a daze, and looked at the four golden characters on the screen wall, which were also purple Qi coming from the east.

These four words were given to Lin Lingsu by the Emperor's personal letter.

Now the Shenxiao Shen Ning Spirit Palace is developing better and better, and the more Taoist priests hold the sacrificial certificates, the more and more.

Is it over like this?

Hu Yuan's steps were a little sloppy and he was staggering forward. The emperor of the Song Dynasty was not a ruthless person.

On the contrary, if Hu Yuan could not force him to enter the palace and continue to go to the imperial hospital, he would also have to thank the officials for their kindness.

At this point, Hu Yuan also fully understood that the kindness of the official family might be really engraved in his bones.

Hu Yuan returned to his Taoist house. He got up early today and was a little confused.

It seems that everything that has happened since the official ascended the throne has become false and is constantly swaying in front of him.

Chen Cong's arrow wound, the official gave him the "Nursing Notes" and opened the door to a new world.

He was like a strong man who was arrested and rushed to Hedong Road by the official family and arrived in Jinzhong.

After receiving the order late at night, he ran to Taiyuan City in a bumpy ox cart and rescued Wang Bing, who was dying at the time.

I remember that Wang Bing, who was covered in tight clothes, had his first words when he woke up, and he wanted to drink water.

That stupid man.

Hu Yuan sat on the futon and laughed. The two of them were very happy at that time.

He still remembers those two sentences.

He suddenly remembered the question he asked himself at that time, can human life be left to God to end?

At that time, he made a great wish, practiced benevolence and saved all living beings.

Then he sent out the recipe of fine salt from his ancestors and asked the soldiers of the Song Dynasty to make salt water to clean the wounds.

In Datong Prefecture, Zhong Shaobao was unable to save him. Zhong Shaobao's body had reached its limit at that time, and his five internal organs were ineffective, so he was unable to make up for the truth.

He also saved Zhu Fengying, but he has not been able to impress the official family into the palace until now.

Later it was Penicillium and the book "The Mysteries of Nature" given by the official.

Now he looked at the bottle of penicillium spores with light green, and was stunned.

He knew that after he really succeeded in making this thing, he would become a saint!

But this thing is too difficult to deal with. Until now, he has collected countless bacteria species from various corners and corners, and the amount of spores produced is not fixed.

He finally made two lenses through the Meizhou Shijia and made a translucent lens to find a way to further observe the Penicillium.

It was a world he had never seen before, and now he was going to miss that world?

Hu Yuan asked himself blankly, but he quickly shook his head. The life in Taoist temple was very comfortable.

The Song Dynasty is already good enough. If you don’t need yourself, the Song Dynasty will also walk out of a prosperous road!

Anyone can contribute, but why must it be yourself?

He laughed and said, "As the sound of dogs barking in the water, the peach blossoms are thick with dew. When the trees are deep, they see deer, and the bells are not heard in the stream. The wild bamboos are divided into green mist, and the flying springs hang on the green peaks. No one knows where to go, and two or three pine trees are sad."

Wouldn't such a happy life?

"Go to sleep." Hu Yuan stretched out his big waist and prepared to sleep in. The official family came early in the morning and did not sleep well.

He covered his head with a quilt and hid in the quilt.

There was constant sound of dogs outside the yard, which should be because the Taoist temple was opened, and the crowds and dogs were naturally uneasy, and the voices gradually began to surge.

Hu Yuan poked half of his head out of the quilt, suddenly lifted the quilt, grabbed the glass bottle on the table, which was filled with penicillium spore suspension liquid.

He ran quickly and ran to the presidency's Taoist house where his father was.

"Father, I decided to go back to the Imperial Hospital." Hu Yuan said panting.

The host opened his eyes. He was still as fairy-like as a Taoist, but he could not hide his aging. He looked at Hu Yuan's appearance and said, "Yuan'er, this Taoist temple is very comfortable. Are you worried about marriage? Our Taoist temple is not a temple, so I can't help it."

"No, no." Hu Yuan shook his head and said denied.

"Yuan'er, why do you want to go back to the Imperial Hospital? Are you worried about your certificate? This is about to be done. Don't be anxious." Hu Yuan's father looked at Hu Yuan curiously.

The kid has been back and is doing well.

Why are you leaving again?

Hu Yuan shook his head again and said, "Father, the child still wants to go back to the imperial hospital, and just left like this. It's always not good."

Hu Yuan's father looked at Hu Yuan and said, "Yuan'er, my father is old and has no use. He has become a feather in less than two years. How about you stay with your father for two years?"

"Besides, where is the Imperial Hospital? It's a dragon's and tiger's den! If you are not careful, the whole family will be over! Did Tai Li kill few palace servants some time ago? Why did you have to go to this muddy water?"

Hu Yuan nodded, shook his head suddenly, and said, "Father, the child said he couldn't come and wanted anything, but the child still wanted to go. I forgive him for being unfilial!"

Hu Yuan kowtowed three times on the ground and was about to leave the Ling Palace.

The host said with a smile that saw through the world on his face: "Do you want to be a medical saint? Do you know how Hua Tuo died? Being with the king is like a tiger. Maybe one day you will be gone."

"Please think it's right?" Hu Yuan stepped on the threshold with one foot and said, "Actually, the child is confused, and he doesn't know what to do."

The host didn't move, and looked at Hu Yuan's firm and confused look and said, "You have been in the audience for the past few months and have been tired of forcing your face to smile. Go and go."

"When you achieve your achievements, remember to tell someone. If someone dies, you can burn it to someone and do whatever you want."

Hu Yuan's father waved his hand and let Hu Yuan go.

Although Hu Yuan looked at him as if he was content with the status quo, he still held the simple light-transmitting mirror all day long and studied the green suspension in the glass bottle.

Hu Yuan was unhappy in the temple. Where can he, as a father, not know?

"Hey, that kid is gone." Hu Yuan closed the door and ran away.

Hu Yuan ran away crying.

He was not a strong person. He knew that after returning to the palace this time, he became busy and had only a few opportunities to visit his father.

Life and death are separation.

Besides, the government will go to Yanjing next year, so he may also go.

Hu Yuan carefully put his glass bottle, drove a carriage, and staggered towards Bianjing. When he left, he kept looking back at the Taoist temple.

Zhao Huan was reading the letters sent by the Song Dynasty's Criminal Department. His name was Song Shiqing.

His grandson was the famous Song Ci, the father of forensic science.

Zhao Huan was so angry that he looked at the conversation between the lawyer and the witness. There were many cases of evidence in court, which was like this.

The lawyer is probably the same as a lawyer in later generations, but his behavior is more like a broker, acting as an intermediary, and his research on legal provisions is not so in-depth.

Not professional enough.

[Standard: How did your previous marriage end? Witness: One party dies. Lawyer: Which party dies? Witness: Guess…]

[Standard: Can you describe how you saw the prisoner? Witness: more than six feet tall, big horse, and then a beard. Witness: The other party is a man or a woman. Witness: I think it is a man...]

[Standard: What month is your birthday? Witness: July 18th. Lawyer: Which year? Witness: Every year…]

[Steacher: Tiexin, when a person dies in his sleep, he will know the next day, right? Song Shiqing:... Change the lawyer...]
To be continued...