Rules are never written on paper, but are spread by word of mouth between people and the subconscious rules of society.

If it is written on paper, it is etiquette and must be followed.

And rules can often be ignored.

It’s just whether the price required is acceptable.

Shui Sannian feels that he can accept the price of breaking the rules.

After all, he is the most trusted disciple of Taiyuan Hospital Commander Shan Yongnian, and he is now the deputy director of Taiyuan Hospital.

Shan Yongnian, the envoy in the hospital, is now focusing on the subsequent medical effects of allicin and the penicillin that was able to wake up the prince. He has completely given up other things in the hospital.

As a result, Shui San San has become the nominal talker of Taiyuan Hospital.

Healer.

At any time, it is a class with special meaning and status.

Blessed by the continuous production of allicin from the Royal Manufacturing Factory.

Today, the status of doctors in Taiyuan Hospital has risen to a higher level.

Therefore, the current Shui Sanyan was very rude and refused to treat the injured Neo-Confucian disciples on the grounds that he could only treat the wounded in the book and newspaper bureau due to lack of manpower.

The so-called benevolence of doctors actually does not exist in Taiyuan Hospital in many cases.

Official doctors also need to pay attention to some rules.

Therefore, Shui San has now broken the rules of doctors’ benevolence and chosen to abide by political rules.

"I've given you allicin. Don't move this arm in the near future, otherwise the sutures will split."

Shui Sannian was wearing a white robe and told Tang Keke, who was lying in the front yard of the newspaper office, that this attire was a change made by his grandson after discussing it in the hospital.

Tang Keke, who looks tall and thick, is very proud today.

The wound on his entire left arm was covered in blood, which made him feel that he was enough to look down upon all the scholars in Yingtian City.

After looking at the water for three years and nodding to show that he understood the doctor's instructions, Tang Keke looked down at the dense stitches on his left arm.

The blood at the wound had been cleaned up by some Laoshizi antiseptic water that had the burning smell of alcohol that he always wanted to pour into his stomach, and then applied with allicin, which made his left arm faint all day long.

It feels a little hot.

A low-level apprentice from the Taiyuan Hospital took out a strip of cloth that was almost torn from new cloth and began to wrap it around his arm.

Tang Keke raised his head and looked at Shui Sanyan, who was frowning and staring outside the newspaper office.

"This suturing technique was also passed down to the Taiyuan Hospital by my grandson?"

After asking, Tang Keke wanted to reach out and move the sutures, but was slapped away by the apprentice who was bandaging him.

Shui Sanyoun smiled and said: "This technique was developed by Grand Sun and the envoy of the hospital together. You should be careful. The threads used today are not very good. If it falls apart, I will have to sew it up again for you."

Tang Keke became more honest.

However, Xie Jin came from the side, leaning on his waist and hunched over, grinning in pain: "Jie Jin would like to thank the envoy from the Shuiyuan for the rescue. I wonder if the envoy from the Shuiyuan can heal the students outside."

Shui Sannian frowned and looked at Jie Jin, wanting to say something, but in the end he shook his head silently and waved his hand to the outside: "Jin Yiwei has arrived, and things outside have become a mess. I am too hospital to interfere."

As soon as Shui Sanannian finished speaking, Xie Jin saw a group of Tiqi from the Imperial Guard appearing outside the newspaper office.

A small flag officer of the Imperial Guard walked to the door of the Books and Newspapers Bureau, stretched his head and took a look inside, and then cupped his hands inside.

Xie Jin knew that he was not being treated as a gift.

A person walking in the Wenhua Palace, a Hanlin bachelor, will not be noticed by the Jin Yiwei.

Shui Sannian nodded and shouted to the flag officer of Jinyiwei: "I have seen it at the Imperial Hospital. They are all fractures of hands and feet, or injuries on the surface of the body, and there are few internal injuries. Jinyiwei should be able to cure these injuries."

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The little flag officer hummed, turned around and frowned at the Neo-Confucian students everywhere, as well as the nearly a thousand students who had been surrounded and detained by the army guards.

The little flag official said: "I, Jin Yi Wei Zhao Prison, am used to treating people."

After finishing speaking, the man turned around and shouted to the surrounding Jin Yiwei: "The governor has ordered that students here fight in private and have a bad influence, and they will all be sent to Zhao Prison."

Outside the book and newspaper office, there was a sound of promises.

Afterwards, those Jin Yiwei cavalry didn't care whether the injuries on the students on the ground were serious or not. Those who could walk walked by themselves, and those who couldn't walked dragged them to the Jin Yiwei Yamen on the other side of Baihu Street.

The root of the east city wall is not far from Baihu Street, so no one can die.

However, the little flag never left.

Instead, he took a step forward and stood in front of the threshold stone of the Books and Newspapers Bureau.

So Shui Sannian turned to look at Xie Jin, whose waist was twisted: "The rest is up to Bachelor Jie to deal with."

Xie Jin nodded, held his waist and walked forward with a grin and bared teeth.

Arriving in front of the little flag officer of Jinyiwei, Xie Jin wanted to salute, but the other party stepped forward and waved his hand: "Scholar Xie has worked hard today, I'll just talk about it later."

Jie Jin opened his mouth, looked at the other party's obsessed face, and nodded: "Okay."

The flag official said: "Today is a private fight between students in Yingtian City. I wonder what Bachelor Xie thinks about this?"

Xie Jin silently looked back at the person lying in the front yard and nodded: "That's it."

The flag officer added: "It's a private fight, but it means you'll be fined or whipped. I wonder what Bachelor Xie thinks?"

Jie Jin stared, but soon lost his temper and continued to nod: "This is the law of the Ming Dynasty."

The flag officer continued: "Even if there is a fight, both sides must win. We also ask Bachelor Jie to assist the Jin Yiwei, which completes the Jin Yiwei's rules."

When did Jin Yiwei have any rules?

Xie Jin glanced at the flag officer of Jinyiwei hesitantly. Jinyiwei has never been a place that adheres to rules, but today he had to take the people who were fighting back to Jinyiwei.

This made him somewhat reluctant.

"The Book and Newspaper Bureau is the damaged party today..."

As soon as Xie Jin opened his mouth, Jinyiwei Xiaoqiuan waved his hand and interrupted him.

The flag officer looked at Xie Jin calmly and said in a cold voice: "Jin Yiwei is here to fetch someone today. I also ask Bachelor Jie not to do anything to stop him. He also doesn't want to refuse. It would be a loss of favor for everyone."
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This is to understand Jin’s meaning of handing over people.

Both sides must give enough love.

Xie Jin clenched his fists and glared angrily at the small flag officer of the Jinyiwei outside the threshold of the Books and Newspaper Bureau.

But the other party looked calm and calm, staring at him.

"Me!"

A shout rang out, and Xie Jin turned around and saw Tang Keke lying on the stretcher, raising his newly bandaged left arm as if he was dazed.

A trace of blood visibly seeped out from under the cloth strip.

Tang Keke crossed Xie Jin and said in a deep voice to the flag officer of Jinyiwei: "I'm going to Jinyiwei."

The little flag officer of the Jinyiwei also gave Tang Keke a deep look: "Okay."

Immediately, two uniformed guards walked in from outside the book and newspaper office, and one after another lifted the stretcher under Tang Keke's body.

Xie Jin hurriedly stepped forward to stop him, and turned back to glare at the flag officer: "Today is a matter for the Book and Newspaper Bureau. If you want to go to Jinyiwei, you have to be an official!"

As he spoke, Xie Jin pulled away and blocked the stretcher behind him, blocking it with his hands and facing the flag officer.

The little flag official's eyes darkened and he whispered: "Xie Xie, you are traveling in the Wenhua Palace and involved in political affairs. My grandson needs you."

Tang Keke also held Jie Jin's sleeve on the stretcher: "Sir, the student went to Jinyiwei and wanted to go to Jinyiwei Zhao Prison. The student has just experienced this in vain."

Even Shui Sansan, who was lagging behind, couldn't help but step forward and whispered: "Let him go, he will be fine."

Is it really going to be okay?

Xie Jin stared at the little flag officer of Jinyiwei who was looking at him coldly.

Finally, he let out a long sigh, then turned to look at Tang Keke: "Go ahead. If something happens in Jinyiweizhao Prison, I will seek justice for you!"

At this moment, Xie Jin no longer cared about the strictness and status of the Jin Yiwei, and directly hinted at the Jin Yiwei Tiqi and the small flag officer present.

The flag officer hummed twice and waved his hand: "Go back to the Yamen!"

After a while, in front of the newspaper and newspaper office, except for the Yingtianfu police officer and the Shangyuan County police officer who had arrived late, guarding the door, there was no one else here.

Jie Jin groaned with pain in his waist.

Shui Sannian took out a small jar from his arms and stuffed it into Xie Jin's hand: "When I came here, I thought there would be bruises and sprains. This is a prescription passed down from my family. I apply it on it every day before going to bed.

Just rub it lightly for a while and it will take just a few days."

Xie Jin stuffed the small jar into his arms and held it in front of the water for three years.

Seeing that the medical officers of the Imperial Hospital in front of the newspaper office had almost finished treating the injured, he said, "We have an envoy from the Labor and Water Hospital today."

"It's just a little effort."

Xie Jin said: "It's just..."

Shui Sannian narrowed his eyes and looked at Jie Jin: "Those people in Zhao Prison will be fine. Jin Yiwei also has doctors. Although their skills are not as good as those of our hospital, they are enough."

After finishing speaking, Shui Sannian shook his head at Jie Jin, said no more, and led the people from Taiyuan Hospital out of the newspaper office.

Even Jin Yiwei defined this conflict as a private fight today, so there was no need for him to come here to treat the injured.

However, this scholar is still a good person after all, with a kind heart.

Can such a person really become a saint of the mind?

Shui Sannian felt that he needed to go to the laboratory at the pharmaceutical factory and find his master Shan Yongnian to have a good discussion about this orthodoxy dispute that affected the entire Ming Dynasty and how their doctors should deal with themselves.

Not to mention the Confucian moral dispute in the third year of Shui Dynasty, which triggered thinking about the position of doctors.
To be continued...