Yang Tianchun said seriously: "My medical skills in Baicaotang are a skill to save the world. If one person can learn more, he can cure more patients. How could I cherish it? God, you can learn medical skills from me."

He paused at this point, looked at Fang Muye with a cautious expression and asked, "Just studying medicine is not a matter of overnight. It requires great perseverance and great hard work. In this way, does God still need to learn it?"

Fang Muye nodded firmly and said, "You have to learn!"

"Okay! God will follow me." Yang Tianchun said loudly, then got up and walked to the counter, leaned over and searched, took out a few books and put them on the counter: "God's God will first read these medical skills carefully, and then I will teach you the others."

Fang Muye stood at the counter and looked through the cover with his hand. These medical books were from top to bottom, namely "Three Character Classic of Medicine", "Cui Zhen's Intercourse", "Fu on Medicine's Properties", "Song of Soup", "Medical Psychology", "Medical Psychology", "Compendium of Materia Medica", "Shennong Materia Medica", "Shennong Materia Medica", "Treatise on Febrile Diseases", "Qianjin Prescriptions", and "Emperor's Internal Classic", and there are as many as ten copies.

Fang Muye couldn't help but feel a big deal. Do you have to read and memorize so many medical books when studying traditional Chinese medicine? No wonder traditional Chinese medicine will decline in later generations and make Western medicine famous. This threshold for familiarizing medical books alone blocked many people.

Fang Muye secretly glanced at Yang Tianchun. He seriously suspected that Yang Tianchun did it on purpose, but he agreed happily: "Okay, Doctor Yang."

Little girl, you can't imagine that I have a "golden finger".

After another time travel, Fang Muye's memory was so strong that he could never forget it. This was discovered when he was flipping through documents in the yamen the day before yesterday.

"Doctor Yang, then I'll go back to read the book first." After Fang Muye said that, he hugged a thick stack of books in his arms. He turned around and saw He Xiaolan walking towards him. He just called out "Miss Xiaolan" and left.

He Xiaolan walked to Yang Tianchun with a puzzled look and asked, "What's wrong with God? He hurriedly left with a stack of books?"

Yang Tianchun said lightly: "He went back to read medical books."

He Xiaolan was puzzled and said, "Is there any case that requires medical books?"

"No, he wants to study medicine." Yang Tianchun still had a faint tone, but his eyes were a little complicated, as if there was a hint of helplessness and hope.

He Xiaolan was even more surprised: "Ah? Why did you think of studying medicine?"

Yang Tianchun glanced at He Xiaolan and said in his heart: It’s not for you. But there was no words in his mouth. He waved his long sleeves and turned around to consult.

"The beginning of medicine is Qi Huang, Lingshu, and it is very detailed, it is difficult to get out of meridians, and it is even more magnificent. During the Han Dynasty, there are Nanyang, the six classics are distinguished, and the holy path is revealed..."

Fang Muye returned home with the book in his arms, and started to look at the "Three Character Classic of Medicine" placed on the top. The whole text is the same as the "Three Character Classic" I have recited before, and it is easy to read.

Although Fang Muye has the ability to remember everything he has never forgotten, he has no desire to be quick. Moreover, medical books are not written in vernacular. He also needs to take some thought when reading them and understand the meaning as much as possible. If he really can't understand them, he will keep them in the future and ask Yang Tianchun.

On this day, nothing happened in the yamen, so he stayed at home and read medical books for a day. When he was tired, he went to the yard to practice sword skills several times, and then went back to continue reading. This was a combination of work and rest.

In the evening, Fang Muye was sitting in the yard reading a book when a knock on the door came.

Fang Muye walked to open the door and saw Master Li of the blacksmith shop standing outside the door, holding a long strip of black cloth in his hand.

Master Li respectfully praised: "God."

"Master Li is here, come in quickly." Fang Muye greeted him enthusiastically and led Master Li to the yard.

Master Li pulled off the black cloth, revealing the things wrapped inside, and said, "Master God, I've prepared the eight-sided Han sword you want."

Fang Muye took the long sword and felt a heavy feeling when he got it. When he pulled the sword out of the sheath, he saw that the sword was straight and the blade was sharp. He casually held a sword flower. The sword light was as clear as a winter spring, which was very eye-catching. He couldn't help but praise: "Good sword! Master Li is really skilled!"

Master Li smiled and responded: "I used to be a disciple in Longquan County, Chuzhou Prefecture, and I learned skills for seven years. But later my mother at home was seriously ill and then came back to open a blacksmith shop."

Fang Muye nodded and said, "That's a big wonder."

Longquan is a place where swords come out.

"Master Li, wait a moment, I'll go and get the silver." Fang Muye said that, and walked into the room.

Thanks to my ex, this family not only left a few jars of Zui Sankan, but also had a lot of silver, which gave Fang Muye a lot of convenience.

When Master Li left with five taels of silver, Fang Muye closed the door and went to the yard to practice the Yue Girl Sword.

Once the sword technique was used, a clear silver light suddenly appeared, and as Fang Muye continued to flip and move, like a silver snake.

These days, Fang Muye used wooden sticks to replace his sword practice. He had long felt unhappy. Now that he started to use the sword and practiced his sword technique, he felt refreshed.

When he was practicing to the point where he was excited, he saw the wooden pole used to dry clothes horizontally next to him. Fang Muye jumped up with a "ho" sound, and then slashed with a sword. There was a faint momentum of a tiger going down the mountain.

The wooden pole as thick as an arm breaks with the sound, and the fracture is smooth and without thorns.

Fang Muye put the eight-sided Han sword into the scabbard, laughed and shouted: "Good."

He felt something and knew that his sword skills had made progress just now and now he has taken a step forward.

The joy in his heart was uncontrollable. Fang Muye strode into the house, put down his sword, picked up a jar of Drunken Sankong, and went to the next door to find Mr. Yu to drink.

On the second day, Fang Muye walked into Baicaotang leisurely with a smile on his face. At this time, Yang Tianchun was asking for advice, while He Xiaolan was standing behind the counter and weighing medicine.

Fang Muye greeted Yang Tianchun, and then walked to the counter as Yang Tianchun looked silently: "Miss Xiaolan is a good morning."

While wrapping well-known medicine, He Xiaolan smiled and said, "My God. Yesterday, I heard from my elder brother, "My God, you want to study medicine."

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Yes. Now the world is in chaos. As a court official, I am watching the suffering of the people, but I feel helpless. I feel very ashamed. I think Doctor Yang practices medicine and saves people, which is also a blessing for the people, so I have the desire to study medicine, hoping that one day, I will be like Doctor Yang..."

Taking advantage of He Xiaolan's question, Fang Muye started chatting with her.

At the time of Blue Star, Fang Muye also had countless social activities and social skills, and his social skills were still good. In addition, the baptism of Internet culture, it was stress-free to chat with He Xiaolan.

Fang Muye threw out some topics that He Xiaolan was easily interested in, and then told two jokes from later generations at the right time. This not only created a pleasant chat atmosphere, but also made her laugh from time to time. Her body, which trembled with the smile, was like a shimmering branch, beautiful and dazzling.

Fang Muye and He Xiaolan were having a happy chat, while Yang Tianchun on the other side was in trouble.

He Xiaolan's laughter like a silver bell, and Fang Muye's laughter came to Yang Tianchun's ears from time to time. Seeing their happy conversation, Yang Tianchun felt very distressed, but he was consulting the patient at this moment, but he had no choice but to endure it.

After finally finishing reading all the patients, Yang Tianchun immediately stepped beside the two people who were joking and asked, "How have you read the medical books of God?" His tone seemed to have a slight bad attitude.

Fang Muye still had a smile on his face, and he said carelessly: "I have read a lot, and I will continue to read and memorize it after digesting it."

Yang Tianchun looked serious and asked, "Is God going to slack off now?"

Fang Muye felt Yang Tianchun's jealousy and couldn't help laughing in his heart. It seemed that no matter what kind of man he was, he would be jealous when it came to his beloved woman.
Chapter completed!