The Pay-to-Win Player of the Treatise on Cold Damage and Miscellaneous Diseases

Room 612, Zhiyuan Building, Jinling University.

At that moment, an atmosphere beyond words filled the entire classroom.

The students browsing the Treatise on Cold Damage and Miscellaneous Diseases on their phones gaped, their phones having fallen to the floor without them even noticing.

The students who habitually twirled their pens stared wide-eyed, unaware that their pens had jabbed into their bodies.

The students secretly munching on snacks looked dumbfounded, oblivious to the food spilling out of their mouths.

At that instant, every gaze converged on Jun Wangchen, filled with lingering shock and incredulous astonishment.

They simply could not believe that Jun Wangchen had actually recited, flawlessly and in full, the definitions, contents, and curative methods in the Treatise on Cold Damage and Miscellaneous Diseases chapter on "Differentiating the Pulses, Signs, and Treatment of Cholera."

Moreover, the entire process had taken him just five minutes.

Only someone with godlike abilities could have done that!

To put it bluntly, even if they had been allowed to read that chapter straight from the book, they probably could not have finished within five minutes.

What Jun Wangchen had done felt far beyond mere memorization. He seemed more like a computer, simply pasting out the chapter he had already copied into his mind.

After smoothly and concisely reciting all the definitions, contents, and curative methods from the chapter in his mind, Jun Wangchen stood beside the lectern, looked at He Ming, and gave him a polite smile.

"Professor He, that concludes my answer."

He Ming swallowed, his gaze lingering on Jun Wangchen for a long while. Even now, he had yet to recover from his shock.

Jun Wangchen's delivery had been unhurried and measured, as delicate as a meticulous brush painting. It seemed interwoven with the songs and rhapsodies of the Han Dynasty and infused with the lyrics and melodies of the Song and Yuan Dynasties, like someone steeped in five thousand years of culture quietly recounting a lifetime of glory and solitude.

Simply put, that tone and bearing were not something a person Jun Wangchen's age should have possessed.

What sort of life had this student experienced to expound on the chapter "Pulse, Pattern, and Treatment of Cholera" to such a degree?

In the middle rows, Qiu Ya was momentarily stunned after hearing Jun Wangchen's answer.

She had been with Jun Wangchen for three years, yet she had never seen him display such memory or public-speaking ability.

Had Jun Wangchen been hiding an unknown side of himself all those years?

Beside her, Qin Shou cast a sidelong glance and muttered snidely, "What luck. Who would've thought Professor He would pick a medical chapter this guy happened to have memorized? Fools really do have their own good fortune!"

"Exactly. Even heaven has its muddled moments. The only reason that guy could answer was sheer dumb luck," Qiu Ya agreed sourly, twisting the facts.

Their biting remarks reached everyone's ears, drawing displeased frowns.

Jun Wangchen had been perfectly composed while answering, his speech rising and falling with expression. Clearly, he had studied the Treatise on Cold Damage and Miscellaneous Diseases in considerable depth.

So-called luck also depended on ability. Without the ability to seize an opportunity, even the best luck might amount to nothing.

Qiu Ya and Qin Shou's mockery was downright contemptuous.

Boss and the others wore dark expressions. Qiu Ya and Qin Shou's earlier malicious targeting of Jun Wangchen had already angered them. Now, even after he had answered He Ming's question perfectly, the pair still refused to stop. They simply did not know when to quit.

In the front row, Mo Duoduo turned to glance at Qiu Ya and Qin Shou, a faint trace of disgust flickering in her eyes. She found their petty attempts to judge a decent person by their own low standards utterly repulsive.

He Ming's expression turned even colder. He slammed his hand on the desk and shouted, "You two! Every sentence of Jun's answer hit the key points, clearly and concisely. Even reading straight from the book, you might not have answered as well as he did."

"What Jun demonstrated was ability, not some so-called lucky break. If you disagree, you're welcome to come up and try. I'd like to see just how capable the two of you really are."

Qiu Ya and Qin Shou were immediately struck speechless, their faces flushing with embarrassment.

Qiu Ya was all looks and no substance, and her mind was rarely on her studies. Her knowledge of the Treatise on Cold Damage and Miscellaneous Diseases was superficial at best, virtually nonexistent, let alone sufficient to answer He Ming's difficult questions.

As a rich kid with a little money, Qin Shou merely coasted through school. Never mind the Treatise on Cold Damage and Miscellaneous Diseases—he did not even understand some basic medical knowledge. Going up to answer would only invite humiliation.

Embarrassed and guilty, both shut their mouths, not daring to say anything more.

Ignoring the pair, He Ming pointed at Jun Wangchen and addressed the class in a clear voice. "Since Jun answered my question, I naturally have to keep my word. Consider yourselves to have passed today's test."

"Oh, yeah!" Everyone clapped excitedly, letting out a great sigh of relief.

They had passed the test and kept their coursework marks. There was hope for the final exam again.

A few of the girls blushed as they looked at Jun Wangchen, their hearts fluttering. Clearly, he had left a lasting impression on them.

While everyone was secretly celebrating, He Ming continued, "The Treatise on Cold Damage and Miscellaneous Diseases is a foundation of Clinical Medicine, and understanding it thoroughly takes a great deal of time. Jun's answer demonstrated an exceptional grasp of the text, showing how much effort he normally puts into studying Clinical Medicine."

"A student like him is precisely the kind of academic role model we need at Jinling University. I hope that when you face difficulties in the future, you will follow his example and have the courage to meet challenges head-on. Even if you fail, fail with honor."

"Right!" Many merely nodded perfunctorily and voiced their agreement, while smiling bitterly inside.

Jun Wangchen's earlier answer made it obvious that he was thoroughly familiar with the Treatise on Cold Damage and Miscellaneous Diseases. In all likelihood, he had already memorized every chapter.

They could not catch up to that level even at a gallop. All they could do was look up to him.

In the back rows, Boss and the others felt immensely pleased as they listened to He Ming. Pride welled up inside them, and they felt that they, too, had gained considerable prestige.

People said that when one person rose to greatness, everyone around him benefited. Now they could see how true that was.

Qiu Ya and Qin Shou looked utterly miserable. They had intended to thoroughly mock Jun Wangchen today, only to discover that his understanding of the Treatise on Cold Damage and Miscellaneous Diseases was extraordinarily profound. Instead of humiliating him, they had received a figurative slap in the face. They could hardly have embarrassed themselves more.

At the lectern, He Ming seemed to remember something and suddenly asked Jun Wangchen, "Jun, when you described the treatment methods in that chapter earlier, you gave two approaches. Why did you arrange them that way?"

Jun Wangchen paused, then answered, "The two approaches distinguish between adults and minors. They prevent the dosage from being too weak for adults or too strong for minors, strictly controlling the quantities of medicinal ingredients to keep them within the body's tolerance."

"That's possible?" He Ming considered it, then was struck speechless with surprise. "Jun, if we follow your reasoning, what specific symptoms would appear after the corresponding groups took these two prescriptions?"

Jun Wangchen thought for a moment before replying, "After an adult takes the medicine, if the vomiting and diarrhea stop but bodily pain persists, a small dose of Cinnamon Twig Decoction should be used to restore harmony. If there is vomiting, diarrhea, and sweating, accompanied by fever, chills, spasms in the limbs, and icy hands and feet, Four Counterflow Decoction is indicated. If there is both vomiting and diarrhea, continued urination and profuse sweating, undigested food in the stools, internal cold and external heat, and a faint pulse nearing collapse, Four Counterflow Decoction is also indicated."

"After a minor takes the medicine, if the vomiting and diarrhea stop but sweating and cold extremities occur, the limb spasms persist, and the pulse is faint and nearing collapse, Pulse-Restoring Four Counterflow Decoction with Pig Bile is indicated. If vomiting, diarrhea, and sweating are followed by a normal pulse and slight agitation, that is because the newly weakened body cannot tolerate the nourishment from grain."

"Brilliant!" He Ming's eyes lit up, and he could not help clapping his hands.

What he found brilliant was not merely Jun Wangchen's clear explanation of the symptoms after medication, but even more so his methods for addressing adverse reactions.

Every profession carried risks, and medicine was no exception. Ensuring efficacy while promptly mitigating those risks was what truly constituted success.

The exchange between He Ming and Jun Wangchen left everyone below the lectern shaken.

He Ming was a renowned senior professor of Clinical Medicine at Jinling University. Yanjing University had offered him generous incentives several times to give lectures there, but he had never agreed.

Yet today, this highly capable old professor had lavished praise on a young man barely twenty years old. He even looked as though the young man had given him some truly astonishing answers. Such a thing was almost unheard of at Jinling University.

And yet Jun Wangchen had done it, and in a way that felt entirely natural and convincing. He was simply a monster.

The rest of the class was now dominated by Jun Wangchen alone.

Armed with the Treatise on Cold Damage and Miscellaneous Diseases in his mind, he was like a pay-to-win player in a game. He could answer any question about the text swiftly and precisely.

His answers were even more sophisticated and profound than He Ming's. His understanding of the Treatise on Cold Damage and Miscellaneous Diseases surpassed everyone at Jinling University, standing utterly unrivaled.

In everyone's eyes, the old professor He Ming had faded from view. All they saw was Jun Wangchen speaking confidently at the front. Even Mo Duoduo's eyes betrayed a hint of admiration that no one knew about.

Of course, not everyone felt admiration and awe.

Whenever exclamations of amazement and admiration filled the classroom, two figures invariably wore expressions as grim as if their fathers had died...