Guangzhou Medical College is teaching normally. In addition to taking care of the affairs of the Medical Department, Hua Tuo spends most of his time teaching at the medical school.

Zhang Ji's "Treatise on Febrile and Miscellaneous Diseases" and Hua Tuo's "Qing Nang Shu" are the two treasures and the foundation of Guangzhou Medical College. For the first time, the majors of internal medicine and surgery are separated here, that is, students can choose one.

Refinement.

Hua Tuo is now seventy-four years old, and it is impossible for Lantian to let him travel a long distance to Yizhou, so in order to save Fa Zheng, he must be invited to Jiaozhou.

Seeing Lan Tian's frown, Song Chen thought he had a good relationship with Huo Jun, so he comforted him: "Mr. Yuanhua said so, maybe it's really not guaranteed. Mr. destiny is like this, please be more open-minded..."

Lan Tian calmed down and nodded, "Well, I just feel it's a pity."

Because there was wine as a moderator, the atmosphere in the barracks was always good. Lantian drank a few more drinks because he was in a heavy mood, and he was actually a little high when he finally left.

The stars were shining brightly in the nine heavens, and meteors streaked across the night sky from time to time. Lan Yuan helped Lan Tian out of the camp.

"Sir, are you okay?" Gao Shun asked with concern.

"What's the matter with me? I'm not drunk..." Lan Tian muttered, feeling like he couldn't raise his strength.

"Sir, you are too drunk to ride a horse. I will prepare the carriage right now." After Gao Yuan finished speaking, he left first.

When Lan Yuan saw that his father was very drunk, he sighed and said to Gao Shun: "My father told me not to overdo anything, but he drank like this. I don't know if my mother will be angry."

Gao Shun shook his head gently, "How much you drink depends on the occasion. Today, sir, he was celebrating Song Chen's victory. Maybe he drank too much because he was happy. Usually, sir, he is strict with himself and can control his drinking even if he drinks. It's my fault.

Blame me for burying that celebration wine, it should taste really good, Boyang, what do you think?"

"This is my first time drinking today. I don't know how other wines taste. Anyway, this celebration wine is quite delicious." Lan Yuan replied.

Gao Shunyi smiled startledly, "I really shouldn't ask you this. I'll ask other people later. The way they drank the celebration wine, I think it's pretty good. I'll bury more here later, waiting for you."

Every time I make a meritorious deed, I dig some out."

"Uh...Uncle Gao is interested..." Lan Yuan nodded.

At this time, Lan Tian suddenly broke away from Lan Yuan and stood still, opening his hands in a strange posture.

"Today I drink heavily to celebrate the victory, and I will not rest until my ambition is fulfilled. I will show off my skills in the future, and shed my blood to write about the Spring and Autumn Period..." Lan Tian sang the famous passage from "Taking the Powerful Tiger Mountain by Wisdom" in the style of Peking Opera.

Gao Shun and Lan Yuan were confused when they heard Lan Tian's strange accent and simple, bright and inspiring words.

That penetrating voice not only stopped the chirping summer insects, but also attracted many soldiers from the trapped army to come out and watch.

"Sir, he can actually compose songs, and the tunes have a very unique charm. Boyang, have you heard it at home?" Gao Shun asked curiously.

Lan Yuan shook his head, "I have never heard my father sing. I will find out when I ask my mother tomorrow."

Gao Shun nodded in affirmation: "Sir, he is very talented, and it is not uncommon for him to be able to compose songs. I like those lines just now. You are responsible for learning them from your husband, and then teach them to the soldiers who are trapped in the battle, so that you can have more fun at the celebration banquet in the future."

"I can spare it." Lan Yuan accepted the task.

Lan Tian returned home with the support of Lan Yuan and Gao Yuan. Not only was Lu Lingqi not angry, she also prepared hot water and carefully wiped her man's body.

Have a good sleep with wine and a dreamless night.

When Lan Tian was half asleep and half awake, he felt itchy on his face. When he opened his eyes, he saw Lan Qing sitting on the pillow, scratching his face with a feather.

"Mother, father..." Lan Qing turned to take credit for Lu Lingqi.

Lan Tian gently pinched Lan Qing's pink nose and said, "My little friend, can't you let me sleep a little longer?"

"Qing'er... wake up, father... you're lazy..." Lan Qing's big, watery eyes and soft complaining words made Lan Tian feel relieved.

Because Lan Tian is busy with government affairs, he plays with Lan Qing for a while every morning. The longer he sleeps, the less time father and daughter have to play.

"Qing'er is the most diligent." Lan Tian turned over and sat up.

Lu Lingqi and her maid Yue'er were bringing porridge and side dishes into the room. When they saw the father and daughter playing around, Lu Lingqi quickly told Yue'er: "Yue'er, go get a basin of water and let the husband wash his face so that he can eat.

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"No." Yue'er responded and went out.

"Xiaojun, what time is it now?" Lan Tian asked.

Lu Lingqi took Lan Tian's coat, frowned and said: "Don't worry about the time, just finish breakfast before going to deal with government affairs. I have already asked Boyang to report."

Lan Tian got dressed under Lu Lingqi's service, and Yue'er's face wash had been filled. After washing briefly, he sat at the table and started drinking porridge.

Lan Tian gave full play to the saying "A man eats like a tiger". He made a loud noise when drinking vegetable porridge, and drank the small bowl of porridge cleanly in a few seconds.

Lu Lingqi and Lan Qing sat next to him, one on the left and one on the right, both looking at him with big watery eyes.

"What's wrong?" Lan Tian asked curiously.

"My husband turns out to be able to compose songs?" Lu Lingqi said meaningfully.

"What?" Lan Tian looked confused.

"Drink heavily today, celebrate the victory..." Lu Lingqi imitated Lan Yuan's tone and sang.

Lan Tian was stunned when he heard it. He remembered the incident of drunken singing last night, and Fazheng's troubles resurfaced again. He smiled and replied: "It came from something I felt last night. I would have forgotten it even if Xiaojun didn't tell you. Did Boyang tell you?"

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"Boping asked him to learn from you and then go back to the army and teach it to the soldiers. Isn't your husband completely forgotten?" Lu Lingqi asked with a smile.

"I still remember that..."

Lan Tian nodded slightly, thinking that Lao Gao also wanted a military song? I'll pick a catchy one for you later.

Lu Lingqi has lived with Lan Tian for many years and can observe many of his expressions. She saw that her man seemed to have a sad look on his eyebrows, so she asked curiously: "What troubles do you have, husband?"

"Actually, it's nothing. I want to invite someone to be a guest, but I don't know him very well, so I don't know how to ask." Lan Tian replied truthfully.

Lu Lingqi said puzzledly: "What's so difficult about this? Isn't it just a matter of finding someone to recommend him? When he asked Zhuge Kongming to come out, didn't he also ask General Xu to write a letter and recommend him?"

"Uh... I'm actually not familiar with his friends either." Lan Tian shook his head.

When Fazheng was under Liu Zhang, he had few friends. His only friend was fellow villager Meng Da, but Lantian had never even met him. It was unknown whether Fazheng had any new friends in recent years, and Lantian was even less sure.

"It doesn't matter if you are not a familiar friend. My husband is not only related to Xuande by marriage, but also has special connections with General Guan, General Zhang, Zhuge Military Advisor and others. If this person is under Xuande's command with you, can't they help you introduce him?" Lu Lingqi

Asked again.

"Wonderful, Xiaojun is really my virtuous wife."
Chapter completed!