Chapter 2 Passing the Preliminaries

The next day, Henry Zhang brought Li Bingyan and the girls to the Royal Medical College.

There is a couplet hanging on the left and right sides of the door: "A little bit of spiritual knowledge asked Bian Que to be reborn as a master".

Xiao Yang smiled slightly. It seemed that the people at the Royal Medical College were very proud. The meaning of this couplet was that even if Bian Que was reborn, he would praise the Royal Medical College for his wonderful rejuvenation.

When we entered the academy, there were already dozens of people there, all of whom seemed to be experts from hospitals in various provinces.

"Hello everyone, welcome to the Imperial College of Medicine."

A charming and beautiful woman walked over, it was Zhang Wanqing whom I had met yesterday.

"Today you can get familiar with the environment here. This is the teahouse, this is the pharmacy, this is the academy, and behind you is your lounge. You can visit them all. I hope you all have a pleasant day."

After Zhang Wanqing finished speaking, she saw that the silver-haired Henry Zhang was very conspicuous in the crowd, nodded with a smile, and left.

I didn’t expect that the first day would not be a competition.

Xiao Yang was not interested in the pharmacy. Ancient medical books at most contained some wonderful folk remedies, but they were not as advanced as modern medicine. Seeing everyone flocking to them like treasures, Xiao Yang felt bored and walked into the most deserted tea house alone.

The teahouse is full of antique furnishings, and the mahogany chairs for people to sit on are probably hundreds of years old.

As soon as he entered the door, the aroma of tea was fragrant, and Henry Zhang saw an old man making tea by the small stove.

"It smells so good, master, what kind of tea is this?" Xiao Yang asked curiously.

The old man glanced at Henry Zhang with the corner of his eyes and did not answer. He concentrated on scooping hot water and pouring it on the tea leaves, as if there was nothing bigger than making tea.

The old man always had a bit of a weird temper, but Henry Zhang didn't take it to heart and sat on the mahogany chair arrogantly.

After the tea was brewed, the old man poured two small cups into the Wusha tea cup, and raised his hand to indicate that Henry Zhang could drink.

Henry Zhang took a sip and felt that his mouth was full of saliva, the fragrance was faint, and his eyes lit up: "Good tea."

"But it's like Pu'er, but not as bitter, like Maojian, but not as sweet. What kind of tea is this?" Xiao Yang asked.

The old man smiled proudly: "You have some skills, I guess. This is a tea tree that I grew myself, grafted with Maojian and Pu'er. How do you like it? Does it taste good?"

Taohua Village was the first to grow tea. Xiao Yang drank it as boiled water when he was a child. He was very familiar with all kinds of tea, but he had never drunk this kind of tea.

The old man took a slow sip and asked again: "Others are reading books, taking medicine and studying, why are you here to kill time?"

Henry Zhang smiled and said: "Those things are of no use to me."

"You're so young, you have such a strong voice." The old man said with a long face: "Those are the treasures of our ancestors for thousands of years, why don't you look down on them?"

Henry Zhang looked at the old man and asked, "Master, I don't need to feel your pulse to know that you are sick."

He used clairvoyance to see the condition of the old man's body.

"Well, tell me, what's wrong with me?" the old man said after taking a sip of tea.

"I think you have terminal liver cancer." Henry Zhang said seriously.

The old man’s tea-drinking hand trembled slightly, and he raised his head to look at Henry Zhang: “Where did you see it?”

"This is a secret, and I have a way to cure you." Xiao Yang smiled.

"Hey, the old man has lived for more than eighty years, and he is old enough. Boy, please stop comforting me." The old man sighed and said.

"You don't believe it? Let me try."

After Henry Zhang said that, he put his hand on the old man's liver.

After a while, a warm current rushed in, and the old man felt that his whole body was very smooth.

After the warm current passed, Henry Zhang asked: "Master, take your own pulse to see if there are any symptoms of liver cancer?"

The old man hurriedly took his pulse and saw that the pulse was stable. How could he look like a person with cancer?

"Boy, the old man really wants to thank you very much! Just tell me how much you want!" the old man said excitedly, holding Henry Zhang in his hand.

"Thank you, just treat me as a reward for treating me to a nice cup of tea." Henry Zhang smiled.

"You're young, you saved someone from cancer in a blink of an eye, and you don't have to pay back, okay!" The old man laughed loudly and walked straight out of the teahouse.

What a strange old man.

Henry Zhang smiled and saw that there was a lot of tea here, so he happily lit a cigarette and tasted the tea.

Early the next morning, all those who participated in the selection gathered in the courtyard. Zhang Wanqing nodded to the number of people and said: "Today we will start the first level of the competition. Please give a speech to the dean of our Royal Medical College."

Not knowing what the dean of Zhongzhou's first medical academy looked like, everyone looked at the stage respectfully, hoping to leave a good impression.

At this time, an old man came up.

Henry Zhang took a look, wasn't this the old man who made tea in the teahouse yesterday?

The old man said: "Hello everyone, I am Li Shizhen, the dean of the Royal Medical College. This year's competition will be conducted as in previous years. The first level is to diagnose difficult diseases, the second level is to test treatment methods, and the third level has slight changes.

Keep it secret for now.”

The old man saw the silver-haired Henry Zhang in the crowd, smiled and said: "But this year there is a player who can enter the third level directly without participating in the first two levels of competition."

"Who is so lucky?"

"Yes, getting the dean's attention is a blessing in disguise." Everyone was talking about it.

The old man coughed twice and said: "Heng Yang has passed and will directly enter the third level."

Unexpectedly, the old man was the dean of the Royal Medical College. Li Shizhen and Xiao Yang smiled and said it was better not to compare, so as to save trouble.

"Xiao Yang, you are so awesome, how did you directly enter the finals!" Liang Yun said enviously beside him.

Henry Zhang told the story again, and Liang Yun sighed.

Henry Zhang's immediate success also aroused the jealousy of many people.

Li Mo saw Henry Zhang's relaxed look and was filled with hatred. This pervert even touched her breast, and she would have to chop off his hand in the future.

Henry Zhang didn’t need to participate in the first two games, so he just wandered around the Royal Medical College leisurely.

"Brother-in-law, your hand touched my breast, and there were two soft lumps..." Xiao Yang hummed a dirty joke from the village.

"Henry Zhang, what are you singing? It's so embarrassing."

Zhang Wanqing, a passing teacher, heard this, blushed and criticized: "This is in the Royal Medical College, you have to pay attention to your words and deeds in the future."

She thought that Henry Zhang did not have to participate in the first two games, and the villain succeeded.

"Yeah." Henry Zhang smiled.

"Doctor Zhang, there is a female patient here. She has a gynecological disease. You should go and have a look." A nurse came over and said.

"Yeah." Zhang Wanqing agreed and left.

Henry Zhang said: "Teacher Zhang, I will be fine now, I will go and study with you."

Zhang Wanqing thought for a while and said, "Okay, come with me."

Entering the outpatient clinic of the Royal Hospital, it was also decorated in an antique style, and a woman was sitting at the mahogany consultation table waiting.

"Dr. Zhang, are you here? My illness..."

This woman saw a silver-haired man coming in with Li Wanqing, and was embarrassed to speak.

"It's okay, this is our new student, Wen Li, don't worry," Zhang Wanqing said.

After looking at the cases on the table, this woman's name is Jiang Wenli, and she is the wife of a ministerial-level cadre.

She is thirty-eight years old this year, but she looks convex and smooth, like a little girl. I have to say that this official wife takes good care of herself.

Especially the pair of black stockings on the jade feet, which made Henry Zhang couldn't help but take a second look.

Jiang Wenli frowned and explained her condition. It turned out that she went to a sauna once, but when she came back, she felt very itchy down there and had some red rashes. She went to the Royal Hospital to see her last time.

"Have you taken all the medicine I prescribed for you last time?" Zhang Wanqing asked.

"I ate them all, but there was no effect at all." Jiang Wenli was at a loss.

"This is strange." Zhang Wanqing thought, and there was no other good way.

Henry Zhang looked at it and said: "Teacher Zhang, I used to be a gynecologist, can you let me try it?"

"You are a male doctor, so you can't." Before Zhang Wanqing could speak, Jiang Wenli blushed and refused.

Zhang Wanqing had no choice. If she couldn't cure it, she would destroy the Royal Hospital's sign. After thinking about Henry Zhang's difference, she persuaded her: "Wenli, why don't you let Henry Zhang try it."
Chapter completed!