The ink on the paper quickly dried.
The indignant trio saw Zhao Yan calmly pick up the paper on the table.
"Fang Zi."
"I don't have many medicinal herbs here, only some common ones.”
"You can go to the medicine shop on East Street not far away to get the medicine.”
"Oh right, if you want to cure your hidden illness, you need to come to me for seven days of acupuncture.”
"You can't do any vigorous exercise for a month after acupuncture.”
"One month is a course of treatment, so there are three courses in total.”
Marquis Wucheng, who couldn't exercise vigorously, was speechless.
Wasn't this asking for his life?
"Your…pen…"
Xia Wuqi took the prescription and spoke with a trembling voice.
The two big shots surrounded him.
"Is there a problem with the recipe?"
Wang Jian hurriedly took the prescription.
"This word…"
Even someone as calm as Wang Jian already called out twice today.
Ying Zheng did not reprimand him for making a fuss.
He took the prescription from Wang Jian's hand.
"Did you write this, young mister?"
Ying Zheng found it unbelievable, and sized up Zhao Yan from head to toe.
Of course he wrote it.
The three of them watched with all six eyes.
The standard script used in the Qin Dynasty was Xiao Zhuan.
After Qin Shihuang unified the six countries, he implemented the policy of "writing the same text and cars on the same track" and unified the weights and measures.
It was simplified from the original Da Zhuan and Yi characters used in the Qin country.
In fact, in Zhao Yan's eyes, Xiao Zhuan's handwriting was beautiful and its shape was ancient. Moreover, it could be added with twists and turns at will.
Zhao Yan actually quite liked this type of font.
After he transmigrated, he had also specially practiced the small seal script.
However, the strokes of this type of font were complicated, and it took a lot more time to write than regular script and official script.
Therefore, after he had obtained the god-level calligraphy skill rewarded by the system, he usually used the thin gold body.
The paper in Ying Zheng's hand, and the words written on it, were nimble and swift, and the handwriting was thin and strong.
He was so thin that he didn't lose his flesh.
Especially the two big words "Zhao Yan" at the bottom, it was especially graceful.
Zhao Yan thought that they could not understand the prescription written in this font.
He rubbed his nose awkwardly.
"You guys can't understand this handwriting?"
"Sorry, I was careless. I'll change it to Xiao Zhuan and write a new one for you.”
"You know a second word?"
Wang Jian saw that Zhao Yan indeed picked up the writing brush again, took out another piece of paper, and wrote another prescription on it in small seal characters.
Xia Wuqie took the paper from the First Emperor and looked at the herbs on it.
He definitely couldn't compare to the handwriting, so let him see how good this person's prescription was!
" Green skin for five coins, saltpeter for five coins, and white chrysanthemum for seven coins."
"Two bowls of fried water to wash your eyes, twice a day."
Xia Wuqie looked at the prescription on the paper and was a little confused.
These were all very common medicinal herbs! Can it really cure eye diseases?
After Zhao Yan finished writing, he picked up the paper on the table and dried it before handing it to Wang Jian.
"Come, you!"
"May I ask for your esteemed name?"
"My surname is Wang.”
Wang Jian chuckled. He received the medicinal formula and took a look first.
The corner of Zhao Yan's mouth twitched.
Old Wang?
Are you Old Wang next door?
Then, he saw Wang Jian's tiger eyes widen.
This young man's Xiaozhuan was even better than the current Prime Minister Li Si!
Although the two prescriptions were written differently, it was obvious that they were written by the same person.
It was not easy for an ordinary person to practice calligraphy to the extreme.
However, this young man's Xiaozhuan was already so good, and he even knew another type of handwriting that they had never seen before!
"May I ask who your teacher is?"
Zhao Yan smiled. The calligraphy master that he had learned from was something that this dynasty could do without.
With Zhao Yan's god-level calligraphy skill, no matter which font he learned, he would be able to master it very quickly.
And with a little practice, he would be able to gradually enter the realm and have his own unique strength of character.
But this was really hard to explain.
He could only vaguely say,"When I was young, I occasionally got a bamboo slip at home. It was written in this font."”
"I have been practicing with these bamboo slips for many days.”
"But if you really want to know who your master is, there really isn't one."
The Host had lived in Liquan County since she was young and helped out in the clinic every day.
He had never even been to the suburbs.
All of this could be found directly.
Zhao Yan wasn't afraid of being investigated.
The moment Wang Jian heard, he was even more excited.
"Little mister, you can practice such calligraphy just by looking at a bamboo slip?”
Zhao Yan was speechless.
Uncle, if you ask me again, I'm going to lie again!
"No, I can't! You definitely can't practice your calligraphy by looking at a bamboo slip!”
"Although the handwriting of these two prescriptions is different, it's obvious that they came from the same person.”
"Mr. Zhao, did you create this font by combining the experience of your predecessors?”
Zhao Yan laughed awkwardly, not knowing what to say.
He rubbed his nose and answered vaguely,""Ah, that counts."
Fortunately, Wang Jian didn't need him to say anything else, and he had to repeatedly read these two prescriptions together with Ying Zheng and the others.
"Good, really good."
"The younger generation is formidable."
"If Old Cheng Li was here, he would definitely compete with you!”
After Wang Jian finished speaking, he saw the same look of admiration in Ying Zheng's eyes.
Not only did this young mister possess extraordinary skills, but he was also very talented!
From the very beginning, the First Emperor wanted to recruit him because of his medical skills.
Now that he had seen this young mister's handwriting, his desire to recruit him became even stronger!
Zhao Yan sat down and listened to the two of them talk for a while before stopping.
"Little mister, please forgive me."
Xia Wuqie walked over and cupped his hands at Zhao Yan.
Among the three of them, Xia Wuqi was the oldest.
His hair and beard were all white, and he looked rather sage-like.
After looking at Zhao Yan's prescription just now, he had a trace of doubt.
"Young Master, I saw your prescription just now and saw that the herbs you used were all used to season food.”
"Can these really be used to treat illnesses?"
"Why not?" Zhao Yan asked calmly.”
In this dynasty, there were not many medicinal herbs that could be used to treat patients.
After all, this dynasty did not have a book like Shennong's Herbal Classic that systematically recorded herbs.
Doctors and alchemists usually got their knowledge of medicinal herbs from their masters or others.
Looking at Xia Wuqie who was still a little confused, Zhao Yan smiled and said,""Old sir."
"Although this medicinal ingredient is ordinary, it is useful.”
"The problem can only be solved by grasping the root of the problem and applying the right medicine to it.”
"Suit the medicine."
The two people who heard Zhao Yan's words also muttered these four words.
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