547 Godfather Wang Comes
Ping An told his master about this matter and completely let it go from his heart.
The master will take care of the rest, and what he has to do now is to use his position to find the medical information he needs in the most comprehensive library in Da Zhou.
It is not enough to write a medical book just relying on what is in your head, as that would be too slow. Some things can be directly borrowed from the great medical experts of the previous dynasties, including some ideas on word choice and sentence structure, without having to rack your brains for everything.
Sun Sicheng thought about it for two days and called his grandfather, father and younger brother to the study.
I told you my thoughts on peace.
But the fact that the Taoist priest came into Ping An's dream and taught him how to be safe was kept secret. His grandfather and father were both well-versed in Taoism and would definitely keep it a secret, but the same could not be said for Siyuan.
It's not that he doesn't want to keep his mouth shut, but if he can't help but tell his sister-in-law, his sister-in-law is a outspoken person, and this matter is extraordinary, so it's better to be cautious.
It is only said that the medical theories passed down by the masters will be compiled into a book, which contains many prescriptions that can be made into medicines and sold.
The three men of the Sun family were all silent. My goodness, this was a big deal.
After a while, Sun Siyuan said, "Brother, is Ping An willing to give out everything that the master has passed on to him? If so, he will have money of his own, and he can open a hospital by himself, just like our Baicaotang, which can be passed down from generation to generation."
Sun Sicheng rolled his eyes at him and said, "He does have the hard conditions, but Ping An is alone and weak after all. He has to take up his post himself. How can the people under him alone be able to do it?
Besides, who am I to him?
I am his father-in-law, his master, and the person who is most sincere to him. If he doesn't seek cooperation with me, who else will he seek?"
Sun Siyuan nodded stupidly. Yes, it was probably impossible to find such a sincere master and disciple in this world.
"Sicheng, let's do it. Our family will do it, Ping'an and I will each pay half. We will pay for all the money. Ping'an's master passed down the good recipe to him, so he must keep it well. Take your time, and don't rush to give out much."
There seemed to be fire burning in the old man's eyes.
The several prescriptions from masters that Ping'an had taken out were all quite good. If there were more, the Sun family would become rich, and of course Ping'an would become rich too.
Sun Yinan naturally understood his father's intentions.
"Sicheng, you have to discuss this clearly with Ping'an. Even if it's the father-in-law and the son-in-law, you have to write down every detail and sign the agreement. If it's done well, it will most likely be an inheritance that will be passed down from generation to generation.
Besides, isn't the secret recipe what all the major doctors are competing for? The recipe is safe, and it belongs to him no matter when. We are just doing business together, and this must be written down."
Sun Sicheng nodded.
Just when the Sun family gathered together to discuss important matters.
Wang Wei and Zhang Jinping came to find Ping An.
"Ping An, it's noon now, godfather and your uncle Zhang are inviting you to have some good food."
"Godfather, uncle, wait for me for a moment. I'll go ask for leave from the dean and come right back."
It is indeed noon, but I had agreed with my husband this morning to have lunch together.
These days, as long as the master does not have any operations to perform or no seriously ill patients, he stays in the Hanlin Academy Library to organize materials, and then goes home at night to sort out the things from his previous life in his mind.
I am extremely busy, but I am happy. People are motivated only when they have goals.
Dean Wang was unhappy: "You changed your mind at the last minute after agreeing to something. Is this how I taught you?"
"Sir, Godfather Wang and Uncle Zhang came to see me, but I don't know what they want. It's definitely not as simple as just inviting me to dinner. I almost forgot that the peach blossom wine and purple wine I brewed by myself are already drinkable. Can I send you two more jars later?"
Purple wine is grape wine. He has learned from his master that the name cannot contain any word that can be easily guessed.
Dean Wang raised his chin and said, "Go ahead. I've spoiled you too much. Do you even need to talk about the wine? Who am I to you? Can you do without my wine?"
Ever since he drank the wine brewed by Ping'an himself, he no longer likes the wine brewed by Ping'an's mother. This brat is always better than others at everything.
He brushed off the non-existent dust on his body and sighed, "A year has passed so quickly. The Chinese New Year is only a month and a half away."
Ping'an's eyes were full of smiles, and his husband was as playful as a child.
"Sir, I think you have gained a little weight since last winter. Would you like me to ask an embroiderer to come and measure you again? I have already asked someone to make you clothes for the New Year this year."
Dean Wang sat up straight and said, "Ping An, I'll ask your mistress to measure the size. The color will be a little younger. I won't let you worry about me in vain. When your son is three years old, send him to me. I may not be the dean here in three years. I'm very tired."
"Sir, that's it."
Ping An smiled and trotted out.
Son? We don’t know if it’s a boy or a girl yet?
He asked the embroiderers to make clothes for his two gentlemen, his grandmaster, his master, and his father in advance all year round. Needless to say, there are already six embroiderers in the family, and each of them has good skills.
We arrived at the restaurant and waited for the food to be served.
Wang Wei cursed this brat in his heart. He knew that he had something to talk to him about, but he refused to speak and just ate his lunch peacefully.
Zhang Jinping felt amused.
Wang Wei waited until Ping An had eaten a lot before he spoke: "Ping An, I overheard your uncle Zhang say that you have a kind of painting that can make people look lifelike?"
Ping An looked at Uncle Zhang in confusion: "Uncle, I haven't drawn anything before?"
Although he is already quite good at painting, he still has no interest in these things and does not have the time for them.
Zhang Jinping felt a little embarrassed and thought it was troublesome to take Ping An with him.
"Ping An, when you were taking your final exam, we were afraid your father would be anxious, so we invited him home for a drink. Later, your father smiled and took out the paper you drew for him. It was a little man with one hand on his waist, looking up and saying, 'Dad, don't worry, your son is very capable.'
It was that picture. Your grandfather and I laughed at it at the time, but we didn't pay much attention to it. The Dali Temple was looking for an important criminal these two days, and I remembered your picture and told your godfather about it."
Ping An suddenly realized.
Sketching is of great use to the Dali Temple.
"I just drew this for fun when I was bored. It's not presentable."
He stood up and said, "I'm going to borrow something from the shopkeeper. I'll be right back."
After a while, he came in with a pen, ink, paper and inkstone: "Godfather, please sit down and do whatever you want. I will draw a picture for you."
Wang Wei sat up straight, then relaxed a little after thinking about it, but still put on a posture that he thought was very majestic and good-looking.
Zhang Jinping stood quietly behind Ping An.
Ping'an started writing casually, a few strokes here, a few strokes there, and then connected them together. After a short while, probably about a quarter of an hour, Wang Wei's appearance seemed to be printed on the paper, and the likeness was uncanny.
He didn't like painting very much, but his father did, so he was forced to learn it since he was a child. Ping'an's paintings opened his eyes. Is there such a way of painting?
Can you draw a picture so quickly?
Oh my god, they look so alike.
"Ping An, I want to learn. You teach me."
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