As a time traveler from the 21st century Earth, Chen Yanjun is a person who surpasses the times, but he does not have the evil taste of Fang Qunyu that surpasses the times.

For him, the dissection was not interesting, and even a little disgusting...especially when dissecting the corpse.

Various lesion bodies that have been refrigerated for many years are unsealed during freezing, emitting foul odor and dirty blood.

After dissecting the body, it must be cleaned and then frozen by applying the seal and put in a wooden box for refrigeration.

Chen Yanjun's only fun was to dissect the living spirit beast of the lesion, dissect it at a fixed point, prescribe the right medicine, or remove the lesion at a fixed point, and finally cure the spirit beast.

This made him feel the...reassurance as a doctor for the first time.

He even read medical scriptures about insects while dissecting various lesions.

While researching, the insects are cured one by one.

Not only peace of mind, but also a sense of accomplishment.

And a little...funny that I've never felt before.

As his medical skills continued to increase, he gradually understood the assistant teaching assistant in the room.

【Medical skills +1, progress 92/100!】

【Medical skills +1, progress 93/100!】

【Medical skills +1…】

It seems that the learning efficiency of famous teachers' guidance is much higher than Chen Yanjun imagined.

Finally, Chen Yanjun was very skilled and brave, and performed self-dissection on the bronze mirror, and cut out the kidney stones that were caused by drinking too much tea and being too thick.

This cut, a little more was added.

【Medical skills: 99/100 (Perfect)!】

Unconsciously, I got stuck in the realm again...

Of course, this time the road ahead is clear.

After he uses the Qi Condensation Pill, he can use spiritual power to refine the pills and diagnose and treat it, and he can make up for the final shortcomings of medical skills and reach the pinnacle in one fell swoop!

At dawn, he was drained by the assistant coach of the room to do some research and try to create an antidote.

Finally, Fang Qunyu finally poured Chen Yanjun a cup of tea, and the tea was mixed with special medicinal wine.

It represents recognition of Chen Yanjun's medical talent.

"I didn't expect that the Jun you gave birth to was actually a medical genius, much better than Junior Brother Shangguan back then."

"If you can use the spiritual power skillfully, you should be close to my level at your age."

Chen Yanjun wanted to complain, but the spiritual tea mixed with wine penetrated into his nose and reached his heart and spleen. He felt that he was floating, and forgot to complain about it for a moment.

Fang Qunyu sat cross-legged beside Chen Yanjun, took a sip of wine and tea, and continued:

"As for whether the poison in your body will spread to the dantian after the elixir is included in the product, it is still a different saying."

"But you don't have to worry about it... the problem is serious, and it's useless to worry about it."

"If you are a mortal all your life, when you are old and weak, you will definitely be controlled by poisonous substances and your soul will become crazy. Although there is a risk of change in the product, your control will also become stronger. I support you."

Chen Yanjun took a sip of wine and tea, thinking to himself that you certainly support me as an experimental guinea pig.

The question now is that Chen Yanjun doubts whether this poisonous substance will be related to his demonic illusion?

Under the stimulation of alcohol, twelve huge disaster beasts appeared before his eyes again, and they came to Chang'an...

Covering the sky and the sun.

...

Not long after Chen Yanjun fell asleep, he was woken up by Wuqing by the assistant coach of Fang.

"Get up, Du Qiuzhuo is waiting for you."

"Say what to attend a family meeting... big families always like to boost authority regularly."

"The Cui family is already at the end of their strength. You have to be tough and don't lose the reputation of Danlin Academy."

"Um……"

Chen Yanjun woke up in a daze. It was so tiring that it was so tiring last night.

The family meeting time is the same as the class starts, it is at 9:00 a.m.

It's Chenzheng now, eight o'clock, it's still early.

Chen Yanjun washed up in the ward and then walked out of the basement. Qiu Zhuo was waiting for him outside the door.

Qiu Zhuo rarely wears a very formal green dress, which looks graceful and generous, much more solemn than the usual white school clothes and Xi Jianqingyi.

It can be seen that even she cared about the family meeting very much.

Seeing that Chen Yanjun looked particularly tired, Qiu Zhuo looked at the ward gate again and confirmed that this was not the gate of the Jiaofangsi.

"You are too haggard, go to the carriage to change into a robe and be more energetic."

"Yeah, OK."

Chen Yanjun and Qiuzhuo walked out of the main entrance of the Imperial College together.

I saw Du Qingchuan riding a horse and holding a horse in his hand.

The fresh clothes and angry horses, the big bands of the romance, and a long sword around her waist. The weapon was so majestic that it was impossible to tell that this was a waste.

Two horses later, he pulled a powerful red-veiled carriage.

Cui Yourong sat upright in the carriage, with a hint of shame on her face, and she was as reserved and uneasy as a bride.

So, she did not pull off the car or say hello to Chen Yanjun.

So much so that Chen Yanjun could guess her restrained state through the carriage.

Seeing Chen Yanjun's exhaustion with excessive indulgence, Du Qingchuan deliberately smiled:

"Chan...Brother Chen, you had fun last night. Change into a robed suit, so you deserve my mother."

Chen Yanjun didn't explain anything, hesitating whether to get into the carriage.

After all, changing clothes in a carriage is really a disgrace...

Du Qingchuan urged:

"Get in, what's wrong with me? Are you wearing a shirt inside?"

Chen Yanjun shook his head.

"Madam, after all, I haven't passed the door yet, so I'd better take my clothes back to the Imperial College to change it."

“Okay.”

Qiu Zhuo believed in Chen Yanjun's character and went into the carriage to take out the clothes he prepared.

Chen Yanjun picked up his clothes and turned to the Imperial College.

But I saw a handsome and elegant young man walking towards the front door.

At the door, there was a book boy waiting for him with his horse.

The young man looked about thirty years old, wearing a green sword, without looking at Chen Yanjun, jumped onto the horse.

After walking a few steps, I realized that a man and a woman in front of the carriage not far away were actually an acquaintance.

"Qingchuan, Qiu Zhuo."

Qiu Zhuo looked up and looked at him. The cold voice had not changed much, and he only said:

"Cousin Cousin."

Du Qingchuan was even more indifferent to the lake, even his cousin was saved, and he whispered casually:

"Qian'an."

Cui Qian'an is the best among the younger generation of the Cui family. He is 28 years old and a student of the Imperial College Wudao Academy, a sixth-rank martial artist, and is the master of swordsmanship.

Those with the sixth rank can be an official, a military officer, or a teaching staff, but Cui Qian'an has always been a student and is humble and deeply loved by Mrs. Cui.

The original owner Chen Yanjun had long heard of Cui Qian'an's name, and had seen his heroic figure from afar in the Imperial College, but he had never met him.

That is the benchmark that the original owner can’t wait for and want to be the most.

However, Du Qingchuan didn't like him very much. He thought this guy looked modest, but he was actually arrogant inside. He had a lot of big principles in his words, and he was annoyed when he heard it.

Moreover, in front of Qiu Zhuo, this guy especially likes to show his superior cultivation and humble and knowledgeable demeanor, even though he has never pursued Qiu Zhuo.

Chen Yanjun could also see that although Cui Qian'an was wearing white school clothes, his tailoring was extraordinary, like a fairy robe, and his aura was obviously superior.

at the moment.

Cui Qian'an slowly rode his horse to the carriage, but did not dismount, but bowed slightly to the carriage:

"Qian'an pays tribute to his aunt."

Cui Yourong's voice was dignified and solemn.
To be continued...