Human anatomy is an introductory course in medical studies. In later generations, whether studying Chinese or Western medicine, it is an important compulsory course in basic medicine.

It can help doctors understand and master the morphological structure of organs in various systems of the human body, and lay a solid foundation for further study of basic medicine and clinical medicine.

Whether it is basic medicine or clinical medicine, the study of medical science must follow the principle of "gradual progress": first morphology, then functional metabolism; first normal, then pathology; and then gradually involve clinical problems.

Only by correctly understanding the normal human body morphology and structure can we fully understand its physiological, biochemical processes and pathological changes, and then understand and master the occurrence, development, clinical characteristics and principles of diagnosis, treatment and prevention of various diseases.

The three famous doctors deeply agreed with Zhao Hao's insights.

Zhao Hao's suggestion of using the coroner as a cover-up is not a new idea. For example, the "Cunzhentu" commonly used by doctors in the Ming Dynasty was drawn by the government after the execution of a criminal, and the government ordered the famous doctor Yang Jie and the painters in Sizhou to observe the coroner dissecting the internal organs of the corpse on the spot.

The "Qu Xifan Five Internal Organs Diagram", also from the Northern Song Dynasty, was created by Du Qi after he suppressed a rebellion in Guangxi and executed Qu Xifan and hundreds of others. He ordered doctors and painters to observe the autopsy.

But no one has ever raised anatomy to such a level as Zhao Hao.

In the West, however, the physician Vesalius had published the anatomical masterpiece "On the Fabric of the Human Body" twenty years ago, which had cleared the way for Western medicine to emerge from ignorance.

What Mr. Zhao needs to do is to dispel ignorance and clear obstacles for the development of Chinese medicine.

From this perspective, although he does not understand medical skills, no one understands the development of medicine better than him.

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After talking about the classification and teaching ideas of basic medicine, Zhao Hao turned the topic to clinical medicine.

“Clinical medicine aims to train medical professionals such as doctors, pharmacists, and nurses, and can be regarded as a school for training medical professionals.”

"A school for training doctors?" The three famous doctors were a little excited again. In their minds, schools were places for training scholars. They had never thought that a school could be built specifically for doctors.

What an honor it is for a doctor!

"Can we doctors teach classes like scholars?" Wan Mizhai's beard trembled and his voice changed.

"Of course." Zhao Hao said with a smile: "In ancient times, schools were not just for the imperial examination. Doctors practice medicine to save the world and have a benevolent heart and benevolent skills. Setting up schools and teaching disciples is a great thing that benefits the country and the people!"

"I think it's a good idea!" Li Shizhen was completely furious. "The Ming Dynasty lacks a proper medical school, which is why these half-baked idiots are harming people everywhere."

"I understand doctors and pharmacists, but sir, what do nurses do?" Li Lunming keenly discovered the blind spot again.

"They are professionals who take care of patients." Zhao Hao showed an incomprehensible silly smile, wiped his non-existent saliva, and was about to explain the meaning of nurses to the three people, but he heard a muffled groan from the patient.

Zhao Hao quickly stopped talking and looked in the direction of the voice, and saw that Pan Jixun had opened his eyes.

"Zhongcheng, you're awake!" Zhao Hao walked to the bed happily.

"How can I stay awake when you are making so much noise?" Pan Jixun rolled his eyes, slowly glanced at the three doctors and said, "I'm not talking about you."

"So you're talking about me?" Zhao Hao pouted and placed a small exquisite gift box tied with a red ribbon on the bedside. "I brought you something delicious."

"Zhongcheng, how do you feel?" After taking Pan Jixun's pulse, Li Shizhen asked about his physical condition.

"No, my whole body hurts, my head hurts, and my stomach is bloated." Pan Jixun said slowly, "But it doesn't matter, I can bear it even if it hurts ten times more."

Everyone couldn't help but admire that the old chancellor was indeed a man who made a living by eating stones, he was so tough!

After they finished examining him and the three doctors left, Pan Jixun signaled Zhao Hao to send his men out as well.

Master Zhao didn't understand what was going on, but he still ordered Gao Wu to guard outside the door.

"There's no one else here now, so just tell me what you want to say. Why are you being so mysterious?" Zhao Hao sat on the armchair beside the bed.

"Um..." Pan Jixun's face was filled with shame. He hesitated for a long time before saying, "Will I die?"

"That's for sure." Zhao Hao said without hesitation: "Who can escape that day?"

"I'm asking about my illness, whether it will be fatal." Pan Jixun rolled his eyes at him, almost scared to death by this kid.

"The doctor was here just now and you didn't ask?" Zhao Hao couldn't understand.

"It would be so embarrassing if they knew that I was afraid of death." Pan Jixun smiled and looked at the snow-white roof and said, "I was thinking, if I don't have much time to live, I should go home and enjoy myself for a few days, otherwise my life would be a waste."

He was born into a wealthy family with great difficulty, but he had to study hard all the time and then work hard as an official early on. He has never experienced what it is like to live a life of drunkenness and debauchery.

"Don't worry, Zhongcheng. With the prescription from Wanmi Zhai and the medicine from Li Shizhen, your illness is nothing. You'll be a healthy man again after a month or so of rest." Zhao Hao was still very confident in the treatment. After all, the old man still had a long life ahead of him.

"And let's end our bet here. When Zhongcheng recovers from his illness, you can go home and live the life you want."

"Really?" Pan Jixun looked at Zhao Hao.

"Really." Zhao Hao nodded.

"Then I won't go back." Pan Jixun breathed a sigh of relief and lay back on the pillow, very depressed.

"Why?"

"With your group of incompetents from Kunkaisi, it would be good if we can rely on them to repair the dike and it doesn't collapse." Pan Jixun said in a muffled voice:

"And how will the strength and texture of concrete with different proportions change? What kind of structure is most suitable for concrete embankments? If these questions are not figured out, how can I go back to repair the Yellow River next year?"

"Don't you feel like you've suffered a huge loss, Zhongcheng?" Zhao Hao asked with a smile.

"Alas... this is my fate." Pan Jixun sighed: "If I only had a few months left to live, I would definitely go to hell. But I still have a long time to live, so it's not time to give up."

Zhao Hao looked at this twisted old man who had no ambition but a strong sense of responsibility and couldn't help but laugh secretly. He opened the gift box on the table, handed it to Pan Jixun and said, "There are new goods in [零零看书00kxs], would you like to taste it?"

"Just taste it." Pan Zhongcheng hadn't eaten for a day and was already starving. He sat up with the help of Zhao Hao and sighed, "The people from Kunkai have been following me all day long. I haven't had a chance to eat any snacks. Otherwise, I wouldn't have fainted."

"Okay, it's all my fault." Zhao Hao smiled. He asked the craftsmen of Kunkaisi to learn from Pan Zhongcheng, but he didn't expect that it would cause so much trouble to others.

Pan Jixun placed the wooden box on his knees and wiped his hands with a towel before removing the ribbon and opening the lid. He saw that the inside was divided into four small compartments, each containing ingredients of a different color.

"Whose teeth are white?"

"Newly formulated high-strength cement." Zhao Hao introduced.

"Don't say anything! Let me taste it first." Mr. Pan stretched out his fingers to pick up some cement powder and put it into his mouth. He immediately groaned and closed his eyes in enjoyment.

"What a pungent taste, you added sulfur! No, it's a bit bitter, it's pyrite..."

As he spoke, he opened his eyes, looked at Zhao Hao with a sharp gaze, and gave a firm judgment:

"It feels so rough when it enters the throat, it must be pyrite slag!"

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