SFS Chapter 461 Opening Ceremony of the Great Qin Medical College 1
Chapter 461 Opening Ceremony of the Great Qin Medical College 1
The bronze lamps in Chaohua Palace swayed in the twilight. Ying Wuyou, Ying Gaolu, Ying Gaoshan and others sat together, the candlelight casting their shadows on the wall, which twisted and swayed with the night breeze.
"Starting tomorrow morning, we will vigorously promote medical content. You can find the Imperial Physician or Imperial Physician Assistant in the Imperial Medical Bureau. We can set up a special medical column in the form of a question and answer, so that the people can understand medical common sense in their daily lives." Ying Wuyou's eyes were sharp and his voice was firm.
Ying Gaoshan frowned slightly and spoke first, asking, "Jiayang, is it because of the Daqin Medical College?" His voice carried a hint of doubt, but also revealed his concern for Ying Wuyou's plan.
Ying Wuyou nodded slightly, saying nothing more. Her gaze drifted into the distance, as if pondering something far more profound. After a moment, she solemnly instructed, "At this stage, the priority is to expand the importance of medicine; I will handle the rest." Her tone carried a reassuring strength.
Seeing Ying Wuyou's resolute expression, although many questions remained in their minds, everyone nodded in agreement. As night deepened, the crowd dispersed, and Ying Wuyou stood in Chaohua Palace, gazing at the starry sky, a grand blueprint for the revitalization of medicine already taking shape in his mind.
The next morning, before the morning mist had completely dissipated over Chang'an, Zhuque Avenue was already bustling with activity. A richly decorated carriage slowly pulled out of Xianyang Palace, carrying King Ying Zheng of Qin and Ying Wuyou. The King looked solemn, his eyes revealing his expectations for the Great Qin Medical Academy; Ying Wuyou, dressed in a moon-white dress, sat quietly to the side, silently contemplating the day's events at the academy.
Meanwhile, inside the Daqin Medical College, four girls—Chunyu Shu, Feng Yi, Wei Lingyu, and Ying Jingyi—had already gotten up before dawn. In front of the bronze mirror, Wei Lingyu deftly tied up her long hair, inserted a white jade hairpin, and said with a smile, "Today is a big day for our medical college; we can't lose our splendor."
While adjusting her skirt, Feng Yi echoed, "Yes, I'm really looking forward to today's opening ceremony. I heard that the opening ceremonies of Daqin Academy and Daqin Women's Academy are quite lively."
The four of them walked together toward the central square of the academy. Along the way, many boys glanced at them and whispered among themselves. The girls paid no attention to these whispers and continued chatting and laughing, their cheerful laughter echoing through the academy's corridors.
However, at that moment, a discordant voice suddenly rang out from the crowd: "Women practicing medicine? It's utterly absurd!" The voice boomed in the otherwise quiet scene, drawing everyone's attention.
Chunyu Shu looked up at the sound and his gaze met that of the speaker. He saw a young man dressed in brocade robes and a jade belt. He was tall and handsome, and a gilded incense ball hung from his waist, emitting bursts of fragrance with his movements.
Seeing this, Wei Lingyu quickly leaned close to Chunyu Shu's ear and whispered, "This is the son of the head of the Imperial Medical Academy; his status is quite extraordinary." Chunyu Shu nodded, indicating that she understood, but her face did not show the slightest surprise or curiosity.
In fact, Chunyu Shu's attention was completely drawn to the incense ball. She noticed that it was burning styrax. Although this spice has a refreshing effect, long-term inhalation can damage the liver. Chunyu Shu originally wanted to kindly remind the young man, but when she saw his arrogant and condescending attitude, she swallowed her words.
Chunyu Shu thought to herself, "Such an arrogant and rude person, even if I kindly remind him, I'll probably only be met with his sarcastic remarks." So, she chose to remain silent and ignore the man in brocade.
Seeing that Chunyu Shu and the others didn't react to his words, the man in brocade robes grew even more smug. He felt that his words had successfully humiliated the women, making them feel utterly ashamed. Just as he was about to say a few more sarcastic remarks, suddenly, the rapid sound of horses' hooves echoed throughout the area.
Just then, the King of Qin's carriage entered the courtyard. The black banners fluttered in the morning breeze, and a fair hand lifted the beaded curtain hanging from the bronze chariot, revealing half of a face as white as jade.
Chunyu Shu and her companions saw the King of Qin's carriage slowly approaching from afar, like a moving palace. Their hearts tightened, knowing they could no longer entangle themselves with the man in brocade, so they quickly ended their conversation and hurried towards the square.
The previously noisy crowd in the square fell silent the moment they saw the King of Qin's carriage. People knelt down, heads bowed, holding their breath, not daring to be the slightest bit negligent. Chunyu Shu and others quickly joined the kneeling crowd, waiting respectfully for the King of Qin's appearance, just like everyone else.
The carriage came to a smooth stop in the center of the square, and the door slowly opened. The first thing that caught everyone's eye was Princess Jiayang, Ying Wuyou's graceful figure. Dressed in a moon-white dress, she looked like a fairy descending to earth, and elegantly stepped off the carriage onto an exquisite sandalwood stool.
Immediately afterwards, the tall and imposing figure of the King of Qin appeared in everyone's sight. He wore a black cloak, exuding an air of majesty and authority. The King of Qin's appearance enveloped the entire square in a solemn and awe-inspiring atmosphere, and everyone couldn't help but feel a sense of reverence.
As the King of Qin appeared, the crowd in the square shouted in unison, "Long live the King! Long live the King! Long live the King!" The shouts were deafening and resounded through the sky, expressing the people's respect and admiration for the King of Qin.
The King of Qin raised his hand to signal everyone to rise, then strode towards the high platform. Ying Wuyou followed behind, his gaze sweeping over the surroundings.
As the opening ceremony officially began, King Ying Zheng of Qin stood on the high platform of the Qin Medical College Square, looking down at the students dressed in blue robes below. The Tai'a sword at his waist rang out with a clear and melodious sound as he moved.
"My lords!" Ying Zheng's voice boomed like a bell, causing the chime bells around the square to resonate. "In the past, Cangjie invented writing, and Shennong tasted herbs; these are the foundations of China's existence. Now, our Great Qin has invented paper, printing, and paved roads, yet we lack the advancement of medicine! When plagues rage, countless people perish on the streets; on the day women and children give birth, nine out of ten houses are empty, and cries of sorrow fill the fields. Without the flourishing of medicine, how can we speak of a foundation for an everlasting dynasty?"
He suddenly drew half of the Tai'a sword, its blade pointing straight to the sky. "Today, the Tai'a sword of Great Qin will not cut down the banners of the six states." The sword suddenly extended three inches from its sheath, its cold light pointing directly at the bronze medical emblem standing on the east side of the square. "But rather, it will cut down the suffering of the people of the world!"
The blade reflected the shocked faces of the students. The King of Qin swung the Tai'a sword backhand and plunged it heavily into the blue brick, the blade sinking three inches into the brick: "From this day forward, every county in the Great Qin shall have a government-run medical clinic, and every physician shall enjoy a fixed salary and rank."
A deafening roar of "Long live the Emperor!" erupted from below the stage, the sound so loud it made the bronze bells on the eaves jingle. As Ying Zheng returned to the throne, Ying Wuyou stepped forward gracefully.
"Your Majesty cherishes the world and seeks the well-being of all people." Ying Wuyou's voice was clear and resonant as he glanced at the students in the crowd. "However, the prosperity of medicine lies not only in medicine but also in nurturing people. Do you all know that medicine is divided into nine branches? Internal medicine, surgery, obstetrics and gynecology, pediatrics, epidemic diseases, acupuncture, bone setting, medicinal cuisine... Each branch requires specialized expertise! In the past, Bian Que entered Xianyang and, upon hearing that the people of Qin loved children, became a pediatrician. This is a prime example of specialization in one's profession!"