One hundred and seventy-three
The classroom was crowded and smelled of pig intestines. If I sewed in the classroom, the whole room would be filled with the smell and I would not be able to attend the next class.
Yu Ying asked them to compete in the corridor outside.
Two pieces of pig intestines, each half an arm's length, were placed on a tray covered with cloth. Deputy Chen took out two medical kits that they had used before, and also a set of straight embroidery needles that Yu Ying had asked him to find.
Wei Yong looked at the miscellaneous items in the two medical boxes in confusion, and finally decisively chose the embroidery needle.
The bell for recess rang at this moment. Soon, students from the other two classrooms came out. Seeing a group of people gathered in the corridor, they also went over curiously.
With so many people crammed together, I couldn't see clearly what was going on inside.
Guo Liu and his partner came out of the classroom, looked at each other, and then walked towards the crowd.
Since ancient times, the people have respected gentlemen from the bottom of their hearts. When they saw the two gentlemen coming, everyone took the initiative to make way for them.
The two walked to the front and couldn't help frowning.
It’s only the first day of class and there’s already such a big commotion. Will we be able to live in peace in the future?
Yu Ying sat on a stool brought out by her disciples, ignoring the onlookers as she made a request: "Sew the two ends together. There's no time limit, just the quality of the suturing."
Wei Yong looked up at her and asked, "Can't you find help?"
Yu Ying's expression was calm: "You can ask anyone for help."
Wei Yong immediately glanced at his two fellow disciples. The two brothers understood and stepped forward, one on the left and one on the right.
Help arrived. Wei Yong looked at Fu An with pride, but found that Fu An did not ask for help. He just took a medical kit, took out a curved needle from it, and then threaded the milky white thread.
After finishing the needle and thread, she picked up two tweezers that looked like scissors and used them to deal with the pig intestines on the tray.
After all, they are young and don’t fully understand that there are always people better than them. When they see such a complicated process, they just sneer and say it’s “fancy”.
Two fellow disciples helped to arrange the pig intestine. After observing the tweezers, they looked at Fu An next to them and saw him pick up the pig intestine with tweezers. They also picked up the tweezers to pick up the pig intestine to facilitate Wei Yong's suturing.
Wei Yong needed two people to help, but Fu An didn't need them, which made Wei Yong inexplicably unhappy.
Although he was not happy, he secretly withdrew his attention and focused on the stitching on his side.
In the past, I had only practiced suturing with pork, and only a few times, so I was not proficient at all. I had never used pig intestines for suturing.
It was my first time suturing pig intestines, and I suddenly felt a little at a loss as to where to start.
He glanced at Fu An, who was younger than him and had already started taking action.
Suturing the two sticky intestines together was difficult with a straight needle, and even more difficult with a straight needle. However, a curved needle, inserted from the upper section of the pig intestine, emerged from the lower section, and with a simple tweezer pull, the stitch was complete, a very smooth process.
Why didn't he think of it just now!?
He looked down at the straight needle in his hand, then at the curved needle in the medical box, but he didn't want to change the needle midway and make a fool of himself.
Most people have no exposure to medicine and suturing, so when faced with this kind of competition, they are more curious.
I have been exposed to medicine and suturing, but I have never seen anyone use pig intestines for practice, and I have never seen the objects used by Fuan for suturing.
Time passed and it was time for class to start, but no one showed any intention of leaving.
Everyone was in sync, even their breathing was slow, and there wasn't a single noise. It was so quiet around them that it seemed as if there were only the two people competing.
In less than half an hour, Fu An put everything in his hands aside and said, "I've finished stitching it."
Wei Yong on the other side had sweat all over his forehead, and his hand holding the needle was shaking slightly.
It's just a small piece of pig intestine, why is it so difficult, so difficult?!
Yu Ying did not call to stop, but waited for Wei Yong to finish stitching.
Everyone only needed to take one look at Fu An's suture and then at Wei Yong's suture to know who was the winner.
Fu'an's stitches were neat, while Wei Yong's stitches were crooked. It didn't look like he was sewing up the pig intestines, but rather like he was torturing the pig intestines. It was a horrible sight.
Wei Yong put away the needle, glanced at the tray in front of Fu An, and then gritted his teeth and looked away.
Needless to say, the winner is already decided.
Wei Yong closed his eyes and clenched his fists for a long while before he made up his mind to turn around and look at Fu An, who was a head shorter than him. He took a deep breath and said, "I lost the bet. I accept the loss..."
"Wait!" Fu An interrupted him.
Everyone looked at Fu An in confusion.
Fu An looked up at Wei Yong and said, "My victory was unfair."
Wei Yong was stunned for a moment, then he said, "The first time I used pig intestines to suture, I also sutured it like yours. I practiced it at least ten times to achieve today's results. Therefore, my victory was unfair, and today's competition does not count."
After Fu An said this, he looked at his aunt.
Yu Ying nodded to him and smiled faintly.
Fu An and Fu Ning were both literate and learned how to behave in society by Fu Wei. Looking at him now, one can really see some of Fu Wei's shadow in him.
Wei Yong stiffened his neck and said, "I lost, I lost. I accept the loss. I just agreed to ask you to do it..."
"Don't shout!" Fu An interrupted him hurriedly: "My father and uncle will come back and beat me to death if they know I have adopted a grandson as old as you!"
Fu An's words caused everyone to laugh, and Wei Yong's face and neck turned red from the laughter.
Young people are very strong-willed and have strong self-esteem. If they are pushed into a corner, you never know what they might do.
Yu Ying just wanted to achieve a deterrent effect and didn't want to make enemies.
It was not her intention to force Wei Yong into an enemy.
Yu Ying stood up and said, "Today's competition is truly unfair." She looked at Wei Yong and said, "Fu'an learned the art of suturing from me two years ago, and he's practiced with this pig intestine countless times. You've never practiced once, so how can you possibly win? Why don't you practice again and then take the final exam in three months, and then compete with Fu'an again."
Wei Yong pursed his lips and said nothing.
The atmosphere was tense for a while.
Fu An said, "I don't need any grandchildren. How about whoever wins in three months becomes the other's servant for a month?"
Yu Ying raised her eyebrows slightly.
Fu An used provocation again, just because he didn't want to hear the word "grandfather".
I guess he came to his senses and realized that the conditions he just proposed were inappropriate.
Wei Yong was immediately provoked and glared at Fu An: "Who is afraid of who? Let's compete!"
Yu Ying was helpless. This kid was really excited again.
Fortunately, she didn't acknowledge her great-nephew in public, so Yu Ying breathed a sigh of relief: "Then it's settled."
He glanced at everyone and said, "Let's take a short break first, and then we'll continue with the class."
He exchanged glances with Guo Liu and the other man, then nodded slightly, called out to Fu An, and turned to leave.
The students dispersed one after another, but Guo Liu and the other stood in the corridor without moving. They glanced at the tray on the ground and remained silent for a while.
After a while, Mr. Liu spoke up: "I really underestimated Yu and this eleven or twelve-year-old child..."
He looked at the person beside him and smiled helplessly: "Why do I feel that we might lose to this woman?"
Mr. Guo's expression was indifferent. "It's only the first day of the three-month period. Mr. Liu, are you encouraging others too much and undermining your own prestige?"
After saying that, he turned around and left arrogantly.
After watching him leave, Mr. Liu withdrew his gaze, squatted down and carefully examined the items in the medical box.
Chen Minglang was about to pack up when he saw this and asked in confusion, "Mr. Liu?"
Mr. Liu withdrew his gaze and said, "You clean it up."
Watching Deputy Chen packing up, he asked, "Did Yu Niang... the dean herself come up with this suturing technique and improve it? Did Fu Langjun offer any comments?"
Chen Minglang immediately understood what he meant.
He was doubting the director's ability.
Chen Minglang's face darkened. After a moment's hesitation, he said, "After all, my director will be the dean of the medical school, and Mr. Liu will also be a teacher there. There's still a lot of time to go. Mr. Liu might as well find the answer himself."
As he said that, he squatted down to clean up.
He may not believe it even if you tell him, so it’s better to let him find the answer himself.
Mr. Liu frowned slightly, but didn't say anything.
Half a minute later, the class continued and Yu Ying went to another classroom where the students were all over seventeen and under twenty years old.
At this age, he knows how to control his emotions and won't be as unreasonable as Wei Yong.
But no matter what, there is definitely contempt.
She entered the classroom, which was quiet and without any noise.
She saw seriousness on everyone's faces, which showed that the effect of the previous competition was still effective.
Although Fuan's suturing skills are not as good as those of the old military doctor, they can still surpass those of ordinary doctors.
If someone of Deputy Chen's age had competed against Wei Yong, the effect wouldn't have been so pronounced. The point wasn't how powerful his technique was, but that he wasn't even twelve years old.
Throughout history, those who have a good skill at a young age are either geniuses or have a good teacher.
Therefore, the students were curious about Fu An and even more curious about the female teacher who taught him.
Someone suggested, "The lady is here to teach us the art of suturing. Why don't you tell us about the things you just tried out in the competition?"
Yu Ying nodded, stood up to get the medical kit, and then carefully explained to them the use of each item.
The same lesson was taught in another classroom.
After the daytime classes were over, everyone returned to their dormitories, but Fu An was stopped by Wei Yong and others.
Fu An and his two companions immediately took precautions.
Fu An had learned martial arts from his father and uncle for two years, so he wasn't afraid. He stared at Wei Yong and said, "Today's competition doesn't count. We agreed to have another one in three months. Don't you regret it?"
Wei Yong over there kicked the small stone on the ground, looked up at him, and said a few words incoherently.
Fu An didn't hear clearly, and his face was full of confusion: "What did you say?"
Wei Yong looked up and glared at him: "Thank you for saving me today!"
When I thanked him, he expressed his desire for revenge.
Fu An was stunned. He hadn't expected Wei Yong to come here to thank him. He scratched his head and said, "I didn't help you out. I was just telling you the truth. I started practicing with needles two years ago. My victory today was indeed unfair."
Upon hearing this, Wei Yong covered his chest and coughed a few times. How could he say that he had been learning from his father since he was ten years old?
But he was too lazy to learn and didn't even master the straight needle.
Fu An asked tentatively: "Have you said everything you wanted to say? If you have said it all, then I will go back?"
Wei Yong shook his head. "Not yet. I want you to teach me how to use those tools and how to sew up pig intestines."
Fu An thought he had misheard, but seeing Wei Yong's arrogant expression, he was obviously right: "You want me to teach you, and then you can beat me? That's what I understand, right?"
Wei Yong raised his chin and said, "I'll give you some money. If I beat you in three months, you can be my servant for a month. I promise to take you to eat and drink well and never treat you like a servant. How about that?"
Fu An resisted the urge to roll his eyes: "It doesn't matter if I teach you, but you may not be able to beat me."
*
The steward informed Sect Master Zhou of everything that had happened in the medical school today.
Sect Master Zhou nodded with satisfaction, then said, "After three days, determine the number of people who will stay, and then tell those three gentlemen. I want to see the most obvious results during the final exam."
The steward understood the implication and knew that the master would withdraw some of the people after three months.
*
Three days later, the medical school officially decided whether everyone would stay or go.
First there is a simple assessment. If you don’t attend the class, your heart is not in the medical school and there is no point in staying.
The second is to choose whether to stay or leave.
After the first round, thirteen people left.
Only three people were allowed to choose whether to stay or go, but now there are still 173 people, which is about 50 more than the previous requirement.
Messrs. Guo and Liu discussed whether to add another assessment.
"Everyone stay." Yu Ying said from the side.
The two were stunned for a moment, and Mr. Liu spoke first: "The Duke only requested 120 men, this is obviously 53 more than necessary."
Yu Ying said calmly, "It doesn't mean we can't recruit fewer or more people. It's a good thing that they want to learn, and they can learn skills. Why not accept them?"
She looked at the two of them and asked, "Could it be that the Duke of the County thinks there are too many talented people?"
The two were speechless for a moment.
Finally, he asked the steward to inform the county lord about this matter. If it succeeded, all of them would be retained. If not, they would be evaluated separately.
Upon hearing this, the steward said directly, "Just as Dean Yu said, it's just opening an extra classroom."
All 173 people stayed.
Although Yu Ying is the dean, most of the miscellaneous affairs of the medical school are handled by the Zhou family's housekeeper. She teaches while taking care of the opening of the clinic.
Yu Ying's clinic opened one month after the medical school opened.
Everyone in Yuzhang knew that a female doctor with excellent medical skills had come to the city.
This female doctor is not only an excellent doctor, but also highly regarded by the county lord. She was personally appointed by the county lord as the principal of the medical school. You can imagine how capable she is.
With the momentum built up and the support of the Duke of Yuzhang, there were no shortage of people trying to curry favor with him.
For a while, the clinic was crowded with people, with no shortage of patients and no shortage of people willing to spend money.
When the business opened, almost all the people who came to give gifts were people Yu Ying didn't know.
Madam Zhou Er personally brought gifts and took a look at the clinic's decoration. When Yu Ying came down to greet her, Madam Zhou Er smiled and said, "The Yongxi Hall in Yuzhang is much more magnificent than the Yongxi Hall in Yu County."
Yu Ying welcomed Madam Zhou Er to the second floor and said with a smile, "When Yu County first opened the clinic, we were short of money, so we had to keep everything simple."
"Although everything is kept simple, it is not perfunctory. I still remember that those calligraphy and paintings are Mr. Fu's works. Mr. Fu's works are now hard to come by in Yuzhang."
Yu Ying was stunned. "Why haven't I heard that my husband's calligraphy is so popular?"
Madam Zhou Er pursed her lips and smiled: "It is hard to find a woman like that."
Yu Ying understood and sighed helplessly, "Lan Yan is so alluring."
The two smiled at each other.
After sitting down in the elegant seats on the second floor and sipping a cup of tea, Mrs. Zhou Er asked, "How's the medical school going? Are you still able to manage both the school and the clinic at the same time?"
Yu Ying smiled. "Most of the chores at the medical school are handled by Manager Zheng. I only need to attend a few classes, and I'll be able to handle it. Besides..."
She touched her knuckles and whispered, "It's better to be busy so I don't have any random thoughts."
Hearing this, Madam Zhou's smile gradually faded. She fiddled with the cup lid intermittently and sighed softly, "That's right. It's better to be busy."
If I were busier, I wouldn't have so much free time to think about my husband who is far away in Lingnan.
When I was the magistrate of Yu County, although my life was poor, I didn't have to worry about his safety day and night like I do now.
It hasn't been long since he returned to Yuzhang, and he's already leading his troops to war, and this is the place where he once served. How can the people of Yu County not be disheartened?
Having said this, Yu Ying asked, "Madam, do you have any news about the Master and the Young Master?"
Since Yu Ying separated from Fu Wei halfway, she had not heard from Fu Wei for three months, so she thought of asking Madam Zhou Er.
Madam Zhou Er said to her, "News came back just half a month ago that Mr. Fu is safe."
Hearing this, Yu Ying breathed a sigh of relief.
After getting the answer, Yu Ying was about to say something to change the subject when Wen Xing hurriedly came up with a note, stood outside the private room, bowed to Madam Zhou Er, and then looked at Yu Ying.
After Yu Ying said something to Madam Zhou Er, she went out.
Walking out to the corridor, he asked, "What's wrong?"
Wen Xing handed her the card in her hand and said, "It's from the Duke's Mansion, and they sent a Ganoderma lucidum."
Yu Ying opened the note and glanced at it, frowning slightly. She then handed the note back to her sister-in-law and instructed, "Treat the person who brought the gift well, and keep this gift separately."
Wen Xing nodded, then turned and went downstairs.
Yu Ying returned to the private room. Madam Zhou Er took a sip of her scented tea and, seeing her return, said, "If you have any distinguished guests, go and entertain them first. I'll do as I please."
Yu Ying shook her head: "It's not a distinguished guest, it's the Princess of Zhou who sent a Ganoderma lucidum."
Hearing that it was the Consort of the Crown Prince Zhou who sent the Ganoderma Lucidum, Madam Zhou Er put down her cup and paused for a moment before saying nonchalantly, "It was sent by the Crown Prince's Consort. You can keep it. Her storehouse is not short of this Ganoderma Lucidum. If you refuse it or offer an equivalent gift in return, I'm afraid she will be unhappy."
Having said this, Madam Zhou Er looked at the nanny in the room. The nanny understood and went out of the room and went outside the private room.
Only then did Mrs. Zhou Er lower her voice and said, "The Crown Prince's Consort is the niece of the Duke's wife. She is narrow-minded. You have to go along with her in everything. Just accept this gift."
Yu Ying originally wanted to return the gift because it was too valuable, but after hearing what he said, returning it was impossible.
"Thank you for the reminder, ma'am."
Madam Zhou Er shook her head and said, "Mr. Fu is my husband's subordinate, and Madam Yu, you are favored by your father-in-law. She might be plotting something in her mind. Even if she is on good terms with you, you should be careful."
At the end of her words, Madam Zhou Er probably realized that her words were a bit too extreme, so she added: "Madam Yu, please don't think that I am trying to sow discord. The intrigues within the upper class often lead to falling into traps set for you if you are not careful."
His tone slowed down, and there was more helplessness in his voice: "If you're lucky, you can still climb out. If you're unlucky, the trap is full of blades, and you won't even have a chance to survive."
What Madam Zhou Er reminded Yu Ying about was actually referring to her own experiences.
"Don't worry, my lady. I know that you are sincerely thinking about me, so I will not doubt your sincerity."
Madam Zhou Er heaved a sigh of relief when she heard this: "I was just worried you might have misunderstood."
Yu Ying has known Madam Zhou Er for two years, and she has no doubt that she is kind to others.
Putting aside Mrs. Zhou Er's character, Fu Wei and Zhou Yi were both on the same ship, so compared to the prince, she and the prince's wife naturally could not get along.
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