In the early morning, Li Ang, carrying his bag, stepped through the gates of the Imperial dical Bureau.
After so ti away, the Bureau had been fully renovated. The roadside gardens were planted with various herbal dicines, emitting a fresh fragrance, while the sounds of morning reading wafted from the new pavilions.
Accompanied by the sound of the Haotian Bell, the morning reading gradually ceased, and Li Ang pushed open the door and entered the classroom.
The boys and girls dressed in uniform grey attire, who were initially chatting and playing, were startled upon seeing Li Ang ascend the podium.
So thought he was a new student, while others recognized him and instinctively stood at attention.
Li Ang raised his hand briefly, and the classroom slowly quieted down. He stood before the lectern, looking at the young n and won around his own age, all brimming with youth. He sighed deeply, feeling a bit of nostalgia and lancholy.
He wrote his na on the blackboard with chalk, turned towards the new batch of dical students of the Fifth year of Zaiqian at the Imperial dical Bureau, and introduced himself. He was there to teach them.
Thanks to the reputation and prestige he had accumulated over the years, the books he wrote had been included in the Bureau’s curriculum. Not only clinic physicians needed to read them, but the new dical students as well.
"Please turn to your anatomy textbooks. Today, we will be studying the skeletal system within the human musculoskeletal system..."
Li Ang cleared his throat and, after a brief pause, rapidly and accurately drew the general structure of human bones on the blackboard. The students below, one by one, opened their books, so taking notes with nervous apprehension.
After the reform of the Imperial dical Bureau and the budget balancing of the sick houses in various State Mansions, the status of the Doctor’s profession had risen significantly.
The new class of dical students included descendants of physician families—like Qiu Feng’s cousins—as well as boys and girls from common families who had passed the cultural examination, and so were illegitimate children from official families. Noble families had nurous descendants, and it wasn’t possible for all of them to get into the Academic Palace, Imperial College, or the academies in the states. Rather than let them get into mischief with bad company outside or idle away at ho, it was better to send them to the Imperial dical Bureau for schooling.
The freshn took notes diligently.
Over the years, Li Ang’s image in the eyes of Chang’an citizens had evolved from the "child of soone else’s family" to the "Wen Qu Star descended to earth," and further into the "Little dicine King God." Temples were erected outside the city in his honor, and many hos even paid Tribute to his portraits, truly making him a figure akin to a Saint.
The gap between them was so wide that these adolescent students of the sa age had no sense of defiance, only admiration and trust.
The entire class went very smoothly, as Li Ang taught about the shapes of bones (long bones, short bones, flat bones), their structures (periosteum, bone tissue, bone marrow), and the bones of different body parts.
During the class, he would bring out realistic skull models made of Plaster for the students to hold and examine closely.
If this scene had taken place during the Forr Sui, it would assuredly be a Demon Path Sect teaching Disciples to cultivate Devil Techniques.
After the lesson, Li Ang picked up his bag and walked out of the classroom.
"It’s surprising, you’re quite suited to teaching." A crisp, teasing voice rang out in the courtyard. Li Ang turned his head and saw Qiu Feng approaching with a smile.
"Just reciting from the book, it’s not difficult."
Li Ang casually waved his hand. He knew the dical textbooks in his mory Palace by heart, so teaching a group of new students was extrely easy.
He paused for a mont, noticing the white coat Qiu Feng was wearing, and asked in wonder, "You too...?"
"I’m also a teacher at the Imperial dical Bureau now," Qiu Feng stuck out her tongue and said, "This year the Bureau recruited several tis more new students than usual, and the dical Doctors responsible for teaching are nearly not enough. I occasionally co over to cover a couple of classes."
The two walked side by side on the shaded paths of the Imperial dical Bureau, chatting casually.
Although they had their differences in dical theory, compared to the camaraderie forged in their joint struggle against the Water Poison epidemic, those differences were inconsequential.
Li Ang casually shared the events that had occurred during his trials. When he got to the part about Sui Yi dislocating his shoulder, he even demonstrated on the spot.
As he demonstrated and explained, "Many human joints can be dislocated and reset, such as the jaw, shoulder, elbow, hip, knee, wrist, and finger joints, etc.
"When Governnt Officials arrest people, they often use handcuffs and leg irons. The garrison also uses restraints with Demon-suppressing functions.
"But in fact, with training and tolerance for pain, most people can dislocate their joints on their own to escape handcuffs..."
"Stop, stop! Save that for class; the students will love to see it."
Qiu Feng watched with horror as Li Ang nonchalantly disassembled his joints and quickly interjected. The sight was too grueso, even for her.
As Li Ang contentedly resettled his elbow joint, Qiu Feng exhaled with relief and joked with mixed feelings, "The rumor goes that you’re an immortal descended to earth, with innate knowledge. I didn’t believe it initially.
"But now that I see how skilled you are, I’m starting to have doubts."
"There’s no such thing as innate knowledge; it’s just that I observe a little more carefully," Li Ang laughed and shook his head. "Oh right, see you on Qixi."
"Eh? Qixi?" Qiu Feng was taken aback, her cheeks blushing as she said, "What-what do you an?"
"Prince Yue’s wedding," Li Ang replied as if it were obvious, "Hasn’t he invited all of us to Furong Garden to attend the ceremony? It’ll probably be crowded there, so it’s best to go early."
Qiu Feng opened her mouth. "Oh, I see. I had thought..." She coughed. "I’ll go early."
Curious, Li Ang pressed, "Had thought what?"
"Nothing!" Qiu Feng’s tone rose slightly, and she crossed her arms in a huff.
As Li Ang watched Qiu Feng suddenly get upset, he was about to say sothing when a sudden throb in his chest caused an almost imperceptible change in his expression. When they reached the entrance of the Imperial dical Bureau, he made an excuse about returning ho to continue writing his paper and hastily departed.
Qiu Feng watched his receding figure and muttered between clenched teeth, "This fool..."
In the girl’s palm was a ticulously sewn sachet.
Li Ang did not hear Qiu Feng’s muttering as he boarded the carriage and directed the driver to head towards Golden City Square.
The Ink Silk Clone had caught the trace of Ya Jiu.
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