The person in charge of the summary is Su Yue.

Su Yue has different ambitions from others. He is just a scholar and does not want to continue to go to the imperial examinations. He joined Wang Shouren and devoted himself to studying new learning. He most agrees with the unity of knowledge and action in the new learning.

In this year, those who could tolerate criticism and firmly worshipped Xishan Academy were either paranoid or truly fanatical believers.

Su Yue is one of them.

After that, he saw a magical medical technique.

In fact, a person can be cut open, take out the things in the belly, and then sew it together. After the operation, the person can wake up and recover as before.

Suddenly, Su Yue seemed to have opened a new door.

He recorded countless information, even Zhu Houzhao's subtle movements during the operation, he faithfully recorded them.

In his opinion, this was too magical.

There is such medical skills in the world.

In the past half a month, more than 30 patients have been treated, five have died, and the rest have all survived.

But these more than 30 people were all terminally ill. Logically speaking, they couldn't survive for long, but at this time... they actually survived magically.

It turns out... Help is so simple.

The survivors are still arranged in the silkworm room, and Su Yue takes care of some delicate farmers.

After all, this is a matter of being bleak. Even if the patient who was treated first had begun to recover and could even go downstairs, Su Yue still did not dare to neglect. He needed these people to live here for half a year in order to record whether there were any hidden dangers in this person's body.

In just a few months, Su Yue's hands and neck were sore, because he had written at least 100,000 words, and these words were troublesome to sort them out.

For this reason, Fang Jifan specially requisitioned an inconspicuous small building on the side of the academy. The sign of the medical school was hung on the small building. Xishan Medical College was established since then. In addition to Su Yue, who was responsible for recording and research, there was also Zhou Yuan, who was responsible for the management. Zhou Yuan, who was responsible for maintaining the silkworm chamber and preparing various surgical equipment. Liu Yidao no longer cut things randomly. He left behind the ancestral property inherited by his ancestors, and was responsible for studying his stinky mazi soup and disinfecting the silkworm chamber.

Next, there are a group of village houses transferred. These shop houses can probably know some words, but their knowledge is limited after all, and they are responsible for the work of nursing workers.

The chief surgeon Zhu Houzhao has become more and more skillful in his skills. He can even cut off a person's waist with his eyes closed.

This is similar to some hospitals in later generations. If there are many factories in a certain place, doctors in this area often have extremely high attainments in the industry for treating trauma or finger breakage. There is no other reason. If you receive more, you will naturally become famous doctors.

In later generations, it was the dream of many doctors to have an operation. After all, it was impossible for newcomers to try it.

Although the equipment and tools at this time were simple, even the theoretical level was 100,800 miles away from later generations.

But Zhu Houzhao's biggest advantage is that he has rich practical experience. After all, he is the prince and he is the biggest. He wants to cut your waist. Not to mention treating you, even if your waist is more healthy, what if he cuts it?

Therefore, if you have power and power, you can do whatever you want, and this is the biggest truth.

Fang Jifan focused on circumcision surgery. He slowly began to explore some experience and began to proficient in knife skills. Even after resting, the person who had been circumcision felt that he had not lost his treasure, and he had to admire Dingyuan Hou's good knife skills.

Fang Jifan’s only weakness is the stitching, which requires good practice.

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Siam.

When the huge fleet arrived here, the Siam country welcomed the Ming fleet.

As the Franchise began to establish so-called trade points everywhere, the West had begun to become increasingly uneven.

Siam was once a vassal state of the Ming Dynasty, but they knew that the distant water could not save the nearby fire. Out of concerns about the increasingly rampant pirates overseas and the Franchise people, the Western countries were overjoyed after seeing the huge Ming fleet.

The eunuch of Sanbao left many legacies to the Ming Dynasty. Although most of the legacies had long been defeated by later generations, the eunuch of Sanbao took a huge fleet to pass here and mastered the most powerful force in the world, but it was completely unscrupulous, which left a deep impression on the Siamese people.

Therefore, although this time it was still a huge fleet, it not only did not arouse the vigilance of the Siamese people, but was warmly received. The King of Siamese personally visited the port to greet him and brought the officials to welcome Xu Jing into the other palaces.

As for other sailors and sailors, they also landed in one after another.

Zhang Heling, Zhang Yanling and Zhou La also got ashore. The wandering along the way was very hard. Although there was enough food on the boat, he still felt that it was not enough to replenish his energy. The Zhang brothers lost a lot of weight, but Zhang Heling was not afraid of hardship because he was an ideal person. Even when he encountered storms, he was fearless. Every time Zhang Yanling wanted to give up, he was patted by his brothers in the head and scolded him.

The market in Siam was very lively. Soon, Zhang Yanling's eyes became straight. When he saw something, he hurriedly waved to Zhang Heling: "Brother, brother, come, come quickly."

Zhang Heling went over and saw that it wasn’t a spice. He slapped Zhang Yanling on the back of his head: “Idiot, this is a spice, have you never seen it?”

"I've seen it, it's very expensive." Zhang Heling had a bitter face: "But..."

He pointed at the vendor and said that one tael of silver could be exchanged for twenty kilograms."

"What." Zhang Heling narrowed his eyes and looked at the other vendor. The vendor looked like the face of the Ming Dynasty.

Not only that, this person could even barely speak Chinese: "Right, right, twenty pounds, a little silver, a little bit." He pinched his little finger.

This is a Han man, and I don’t know when he fell to this point. Perhaps his ancestors came here to settle down, but the language was passed down from generation to generation.

One tael of silver, twenty kilograms of spices.

Zhang Heling shivered and his pupils began to shrink.

It's so scary. You know, in the Ming Dynasty, this thing is equivalent to Baiyin, and it is a rare treasure that cannot be found any more: "I...I want it, I'll come two thousand pounds."

You need as much as you want, and you will get rich.

Zhang Heling was so excited that he trembled all over.

San Francisco is still far away. Let’s make a fortune first. If you send this thing back to the Ming Dynasty, it will be dozens of times the huge profit. Haha, I, Zhang Heling, have today. God, finally opened my eyes.

The vendor was overjoyed, but he was also happy. You should know that this spice is not a rare thing, but he has done a big deal...

But then, he was stunned.

His eyes were staring at Zhang Heling's waist.

Zhang Heling was stunned and lowered his head.

A pair of glass mirrors hung around my waist.

In fact, Zhang Heling's eyes are fine.

The reason why glass mirrors were needed was because Fang Jifan presented a batch of glasses to the palace.

Zhang Heling naturally asked his sister for it.

This is not important. What is important is that you are going to sea. You can't stay at home for valuable things. What if you let the thief think about it? This eye is in the Ming Dynasty, but it costs ten taels of silver and is a tribute. It is more well-made. I'm afraid that twenty taels are worth it. Zhang Heling couldn't bear to stay at home, so he hung it on his waist and hung it on his rope. In this way, he felt at ease and happy.

"What are you doing?"

"How to sell this...?" The vendor looked at his glasses.

Zhang Heling narrowed his eyes and said tentatively: "What do you want to buy?"

"Or..." the vendor tentatively said: "You offer a price."

"You can drive it." Zhang Heling is not stupid.

The vendor was wandering. This was transparent glass, which was unprecedented and was a treasure at first glance.

He said, "Can I pick it up and play with it?"

Zhang Heling shook his head: "No."

The vendor was silent for a moment: "I can exchange two thousand kilograms of spices."

Two thousand kilograms of spices, isn’t this... one hundred taels of silver?

Zhang Yanling was overjoyed and nodded as if a chicken pecked at the rice: "Okay, okay..."

"Okay, you guys!" Zhang Heling slapped Zhang Yanling away with tears: "Beasts, you sell the heirlooms handed down from the ancestors, and you have two thousand kilograms of worthless spices. You are ashamed of your sir, and you will beat you to death!"

Zhang Yanling cried: "Brother, our ancestors..."

"Shut up!" Zhang Heling crossed his hands and turned to the vendor, "This is a family heirloom."

family heirloom……

The vendor showed regret.

If it is a family heirloom... then...

"Or you add a little more."

The vendor suddenly felt that there was still a chance: "How much do you want?"

Zhang Heling's eyes were red: "This is passed down by my eldest father. At that time, he spent tens of thousands of taels of silver and worked hard to get it. Before he died, he held my father's hand and said that such treasures could not be exchanged even if they were a thousand gold. Before his death, my father held my hand and said that this was a treasure in the family and must not be sold. I first arrived at a precious place and saw you, it was very close. You were thousands of miles apart. Since you met, it was fate. You brought 10,000 kilograms of spices and I sold you."

Ten thousand kilograms.

Five hundred taels of silver.

If the five hundred taels of silver spices were sent back to the Ming Dynasty, it might be five thousand taels or ten thousand taels in between.

And one eye is only twenty taels.

Zhang Heling wiped the tears, and his heart was stirring up, very nervous and very much looking forward to it.

The merchant was silent for a moment: "Look, if it is really a rare treasure, then... ten thousand pounds!"

Zhang Heling's eyes lit up.

This... is a brand new world, haha... he has a kind of intuition.

The Zhang family...the ancestral tomb is about to smoke.

Repressing the excitement in his heart, he trembled and turned his eyes over.

The vendor looked around and finally seemed to have made up his mind: "Get the deal!"

Zhang Heling cried, and tears fell down.
Chapter completed!