Chapter 873 A Skull Bathed in Holy Light~
These two demonstrations had a tremendous impact on the audience, but few people were actually afraid. Most were excitedly discussing what they had just seen with those around them.
Old Man Zhou muttered to himself, "Now I understand what that official meant. The soldiers who were wounded on the battlefield have been saved."
The doctor who was tidying up his things and preparing to leave the aisle where Zhou Aweng was located heard Zhou Aweng muttering to himself.
"The old man's idea is good; this method has saved the lives of many soldiers on the battlefield."
Just as Zhou Aweng wanted to chat with the doctor a little longer, the sound of a gong rang out again in the arena.
"Ladies and gentlemen, the public demonstration of the Department of Surgery has concluded. The department will be closed this afternoon. Please leave in an orderly manner under the guidance of the attendants."
Like Zhou Aweng, the commoners, full of things to say, followed the lead of the servants in the inner hall and, under the watchful eyes of the soldiers standing guard around them, obediently lined up to leave the inner hall.
Although there are three exits inside the building, it always takes some time to leave because there are so many people sitting there.
While waiting in line to leave, many people chatted with acquaintances and strangers around them about everything they had seen that morning.
"I've really learned something new, but it didn't cost me anything by getting up early this morning to queue up."
"Who says otherwise?"
My wife said there was no need to come so early to queue.
Look, look! If you hadn't listened to me, you wouldn't have seen this!
The two men, one tall and one fat, stood side by side and started chatting, their conversation clearly stating that attending the meeting in the inner hall today was truly worthwhile.
The woman standing behind the short, stout man must have been his wife. She heard what he said and wanted to say something, but then she remembered what she had just witnessed, and the smell of blood still lingered in her nose. She then thought that her husband might not be wrong.
So the woman shut her mouth again, but still gave the short, fat man a sidelong glance.
The short, stout man wasn't angry at being glared at by his wife; instead, he chuckled twice.
Meanwhile, Old Man Zhou was talking to the person next to him: "Old man, you've got good eyes. When you come again tomorrow, you must bring all the boys in your family. What does it matter if you do less business for one day?"
What we're seeing today isn't something money can buy.
“Old Zhou is absolutely right. I must talk to my children and grandchildren when I get home. They should come again tomorrow if they can.”
We're in Chang'an now; you wouldn't see these things if we were outside."
The common people are discussing these things, but the doctors who come to this medical exchange conference are talking about something more practical.
Tang Mingyue and her family, who had already walked out of the inner hall in line, were talking as they walked towards the side gate of Chongwen Hall: "...Second brother, really, I wasn't good at it at first. It was only after I received instruction from Doctor Li and practiced at home for a long time that I finally became proficient."
Yes, I certainly can't suture as quickly and skillfully as a surgeon, but I believe that with more practice, I will be able to do it one day.
Tang Mingyue and Tang Mingxing talked all the way about whether the suturing technique required talent. When they arrived at the restaurant and entered the reserved private room, Tang Mingguang cut off their argument with a single sentence: "Let's eat first. As for what Erlang and Sanlang were talking about, we'll find out after we get home and try out the instrument that Sanlang mentioned."
Stop arguing and let's eat.
After finishing their meal and while having some tea to aid digestion, Tang Shiba ate some snacks from the table and asked Tang Mingyue, "Third brother, did your sister-in-law say anything to you?"
Do you know what else we'll see this afternoon?
"They're not really going to bring someone up on stage, chop them up, and then sew them back up for us to see, are they?"
The sound of "pfft" was Tang Mingyue spitting out tea after being startled by Tang Shiba's words, followed by a series of coughs.
Tang Mingyue coughed for a while after being startled by Tang Shiba's words before she could catch her breath.
Tang Shiba looked at Tang Mingyue, who had finally calmed down, with a somewhat embarrassed and uneasy expression. He was still holding a half-eaten cake in his hand and was quite at a loss.
With a few crumbs of cake still on his lips, Tang Shiba whispered, "Third brother, are you feeling better?"
It was all my fault; I shouldn't have said those things while my third brother was having tea.
Third brother, I will definitely be more careful with my words next time.
Tang Mingyue waved her hand and shook her head: "Little Eighteen, don't be afraid, your third brother is fine, I just coughed a few times."
Don't worry, it's not your fault, it's my own fault for not handling it properly.
Furthermore, although your sister-in-law didn't tell me anything else, the Imperial Medical Bureau would never use methods that could harm people to demonstrate techniques.
At most, they would find the person who was already injured and stitch them up on the spot for everyone to see.
Don't worry about that. Our doctor's special session starts in about half an hour this afternoon. We'll see when we get there. Don't just speculate here.
When the afternoon came, Tang Mingyue and the others sat back down in their seats in the inner hall, all of them straightening their backs and craning their necks to look at the high platform in the center.
Tang Shiba looked at the outline of the object covered by a black cloth on the high platform and felt that something was not right.
He turned around and nudged Tang Jia Qilang sitting next to him, his little mouth chattering rapidly as he said, "Seventh Brother, look, could that thing under the black cloth be a human head?"
Startled by Tang Shiba's words, Tang Qilang reached out and touched his chest, saying hesitantly, "This...this can't be, right?"
We didn't smell anything foul when we passed that platform just now, did we?
Even if I've applied lime, the weather isn't that hot, but it's not cold either, and it doesn't smell much, so it shouldn't be... right? Hmm, it shouldn't be.
Tang Shiba swallowed hard and whispered to Tang Mingyue, who was sitting in front of him, "Third brother, third brother, look what's covered under the black cloth on that platform?"
Third brother? Third brother?
Tang Mingyue didn't want to talk to Tang Shiba. This child had many problems since he was a child. If it weren't for the fact that he lost his mother at birth and his father in his youth, and was raised by the clan members who lived with him here and there, he would have had a very difficult life. Tang Mingyue really didn't want to talk to Tang Shiba.
"Okay, stop yelling, stop yelling."
I said, Little Eighteen, why do you have so many questions?
I heard what you and Lao Qi were saying. Don't ask me, I don't know. I don't know what's under that black cloth.
"Just wait and see, we'll find out soon enough."
Sure enough, a short while later, Physician Sun went up to the platform. He was really efficient. Without saying a word, he went up, first bowed, and then directly reached out and tore off the black cloth.
A snow-white skull appeared, and the light from the skylight in the roof of the inner building shone on the skull, making it seem as if it were radiating holy light.
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