Prodigal Son of the Ming Dynasty

  Chapter 562 Speaking on behalf of a saint

   Gongyuan.

   Xie Qian seemed a little uneasy, and in his heart, he was somewhat tied to the palace.

   However, the position of chief examiner is of great importance, and Xie Qian dare not neglect it.

   It's just this subject, which is a bit strange.

  This strange feeling, very strong...

  How thick is it? That is, Xie Qian found that there were dozens of papers, and the answers he made were perfect.

  This kind of perfection definitely does not mean that the article can be read out and can make people wow.

   Instead, he discovered that among the dozen or so test papers, you couldn't find a single mistake in almost every one of them.

  Their running script, you can't beat the table with praise, but it is correct and meticulous.

  In the full text, there is not a single typo.

   You know, because many candidates only have one day to take the test, they are in a hurry, so they occasionally make a typo or two. In fact... the examiner can understand it.

  But in these articles, not to mention typos, there is not even a trace of revision.

Of course, this is not the most important thing. Their problem-solving is just right, and it can be said that they can be retracted freely. From then on, even the picky examiners can't pick a little bit of each paragraph. fault.

  Xie Qian is a talented person, after all, he was born as a champion.

   But seeing such a 'neat' answer, he was a little confused.

  Candidates this year...are there a group of freaks?

All candidates have high or low knowledge, high or low talent, even emotions, good or bad, because of this, so the examiner can read the nervousness of each candidate when answering the paper, or the kind of sway behind some good articles. freely.

But here, Xie Qian didn't read the slightest bit of emotion. He tried hard to find some mistakes, but found that these articles, which can be called model essays, should not have been written by candidates at all, but had been revised countless times. After that, stereotyped articles used to teach children to read.

   Xie Qian couldn't help but gasped.

  Actually, other examiners also found the problem.

  It's as if they discovered something weird, because in their opinion, the test paper should not be perfect, even if they spend a day writing essays, there must be loopholes.

  Therefore, someone worked hard, hoping to find some flaws in this article.

   More than a dozen examiners studied for several days, but they didn't pick out any mistakes.

The frightening thing is that the writing of the article, every word used, and even every rhyme is just right, as if, this word, it should be used here, even if it is the same word used in it, it will never be There is no confusion.

The examiner Deng Yi was transferred by the Ministry of Rites. He was a second-class Jinshi in the Chenghua period. After trying hard to pick mistakes, he found that he had failed, so he found Xie Qian and put the article on the desk: "These articles are too old. Oh, Mr. Xie, this is not like an article written in a day, but rather like a piece of stereotyped essay. It has been added, subtracted and modified by countless people before it is finally completed. Mr. Xie, tell me, behind this, will there be something wrong?"

  Xie Qian looked at Deng Yi: "I came up with the exam questions when I was about to take the exam. Before I put the cards, I never told anyone. If there is a problem, the problem lies with the old man."

  Deng Yi was taken aback: "The lower officials have absolutely no intention of doubting Xie Gong. Xie Gong is upright, and no one in the world knows."

   Xie Qian is really not worried. Some people accused him of cheating. On the one hand, he is the cabinet bachelor and the examiner this time. There is no one in this world who can buy the cabinet bachelor. Secondly, I am known for being honest and upright. Of course, the most important thing is that he believes that His Majesty must trust him unconditionally.

Xie Qian was silent for a moment: "Actually, if you don't say it, the old man will find it strange. In the past few days, the old man deliberately asked everyone to check the papers a few times. It is precisely because of this that if one or two articles like this come out , that's all right, after all, there is such a terrifying master of the problem in this world."

  Deng Yi was silent: "I wonder what Mr. Xie's plan is?"

Xie Qian smiled wryly: "What other plans do you have? These articles, whichever one is released, are perfect. The only shortcoming is the feeling...feeling... By the way, the old man's feeling is that their articles don't have any style."

  Deng Yi nodded, yes, Xie Gong's sentence has no style, it is too accurate.

   Xie Qian said again: "But, have you forgotten?"

   "..." Deng Yi looked at Xie Qian, puzzled.

   Xie Qian said indifferently: "The original intention of the eight-part essay is to speak on behalf of the saints. How can you have your own ideas when you speak on behalf of the saints?"

  Deng Yi looked surprised, as if he suddenly thought of something.

  Yes, the so-called stereotyped writing refers to speaking on behalf of the sages. That is to say, when the scholars answer the questions, they do not use their own tone, but the tone of a sage to explain the topic.

  In this way, these articles are the real stereotypes. On the contrary, all the previous stereotyped articles are not enough to speak for the saints. This is because other articles, whether good or bad, inevitably add to the emotions of the candidates.

"As for you asking me what I think, what I can think, I am just an examiner, and the examiner decides whether to admit or not based on the quality of the articles. These articles, wherever they are placed, are eligible for admission. Not only that, but also fully qualified No matter how I look at it, they have to be on the list."

  Deng Yi smiled wryly: "The lower official is just worried that there will be gossip outside."

Xie Qian said: "If these articles fail the rankings, all the articles, no matter whether they are on the list or those who have lost their names, must be made public to the world. If such articles fail the rankings, then countless people will gossip about it. It's okay , as long as there is no cheating, other things are not what you and I consider."

   "The lower officer understands."

  Xie Qian bowed his head, looked at the article on the desk, and smiled wryly.

Hey…

  When this list is released, it may... cause heated discussions among people all over the world. No matter, no matter...

  …

  Zhu Houzhao took the bowl and entered the silkworm room. In this silkworm room, a Tatar man who was gradually recovering from an operation was lying on his back, with his 'kidney' beside him.

   This is the fourth Tatar.

   Except for the first one who died at the beginning, the other three were not badly cut.

   Only then did Zhu Houzhao know that there are blood vessels in the human body, so he specially made a hemostatic forceps to stop the bleeding. Not only that, alcohol has a great effect. During the operation and post-treatment process, timely disinfection of their bodies with alcohol can greatly improve their chances of survival.

  Of course, the incision is also very important when performing surgery. The incision must not be too large, otherwise the bleeding cannot be stopped. Therefore, he only needs to make a small incision, and complete the work of excision of the waist on the basis of this small incision.

  When stitching a wound, there are many things to pay attention to. The stitching does not need to be fancy, it is better to be simple and direct.

  The silkworm room after the operation is also the key point. No one can easily come in. After a few days, the injured area will be bandaged and people will gradually wake up.

  Of course...the choice of timing is also very important. It is best...to do the operation in winter. Under the low temperature, the success rate of the operation is very high, and the chances of postoperative care are much higher.

  When holding the knife for the first time, Zhu Houzhao was still very worried, always thinking that it was extremely difficult, but now, while eating noodles, he looked down at the patient's follow-up recovery.

  The recovery is not bad, and I will still be a good coal digger in the future.

  He finished eating the noodles. The operation he is going to have today is of great importance, and he is a real patient with intestinal paralysis.

  Having intestinal paralysis is almost tantamount to death, so anyone who has this disease has almost bought a coffin and prepared for the funeral.

  When he knew that he might still be saved, his survival instinct immediately took over.

  The patient is called Qian Xian, an ordinary small businessman. He hardly ate anything in the past two days, but drank some porridge. After that, he was washed and **** in the silkworm room next door.

   Zhu Houzhao ate and drank enough, and then went to the disinfection room on the other side.

  Here, there is a strong smell of alcohol.

  But Zhu Houzhao is used to it.

  Fang Jifan, who was wearing goggles and a mask, had been waiting here for a long time. As an 'assistant', Fang Jifan was a little bit hard. He had to be responsible for cleaning and disinfecting, waiting for the uncle Zhu Houzhao to come.

   Zhu Houzhao stood still. In order to prevent the anesthetic effect of the stinky pockmark soup from being bad, Fang Jifan directly stuffed his mouth with a towel after Qian Xian had eaten the stinky pockmark soup.

   Zhu Houzhao and Fang Jifan cooperated very well.

  Zhu Houzhao took the lead and said, "Knife."

  Fang Jifan handed over the sterilized knife.

  Zhu Houzhao was familiar with the road, and quickly pointed around the top of the hip bone, and slashed down with ease.

  Qian Xian, who was a little anesthetized, seemed to feel the pain. He shivered, woke up, and then let out a whining sound.

  He is here to treat illnesses, but... how do you feel that this is killing people, and it is still the kind that does not leave the whole body for himself.

  For a dying person, if he wants to live, this is his instinct. But even if they can't live, people still hope to leave a whole body, so that they can have a complete body when reincarnated in the next life.

  He began to struggle, but unfortunately his whole body was already tightly bound.

  Zhu Houzhao lowered his head, not even looking at him.

   Fang Jifan wiped the sweat from his forehead in a humorous manner: "Don't make a fuss, be careful and cut off your lifeblood."

   "..."

  The world is quiet.

  Although Qian Xian was still suffering from pain and wanted to scream, at least he didn't struggle.

  Zhu Houzhao said to Fang Jifan, "Hemostat."

  Fang Jifan went up very fast.

Behind the goggles, Zhu Houzhao's eyes were calm. He probably stopped the bleeding. Then, he pulled out some of the 'kidney'. This kidney is obviously much worse than that of the Tatars. The kidneys of the Tatars are very fresh. And this waist, don't mention it.

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