There were forty-three pages of manuscripts in the wooden box that Fu Ge'er gave to Chen Mu, and Chen Mu couldn't recognize Leonardo's name alone, but he felt that it was very magical for these images with messy handwriting and exquisite drawings to appear in his hands, until he saw the golden section portrait that he was extremely familiar with, and finally realized who the owner of this manuscript was.

Da vinci.

The Three Masters of the Renaissance, by Leonardo di Piero da Vinci.

In fact, the uneducated donkey boy specially asked for the name of Fu Geer, and all he knew about this name was the names Leonardo da Vinci and Da Vinci, as well as "The Last Supper" and "Mona Lisa".

Chen Mu cursoryly skimmed through the forty-three pages of the manuscript, ordered someone to wake up Xu Wei, who had a hangover last night, and took his own soldiers, Zhao Shizhen, and the sketch to the Beiyang Medical Academy.

The person he wanted to meet was Chen Shigong, a first-class physician.

"This ...... This is the skull, the arm has been cut open, the texture lines are obvious, but there is more flesh than usual, these paintings taken by the handsome are obtained from the Westerners? ”

The forty-three pages of drawings are all about dissection, from the human skull, abdominal cavity to muscles, bones and even fetuses, and of course, there are a few extremely grotesque drawings, obviously human leg bones but with animal nails, Chen Shigong realized from the first moment he saw these drawings that the people who painted these paintings were peers—there is no doubt that the painter had dissected corpses, and many of them.

"Incredible artwork, right?" Chen Mu raised his hand a little excitedly and rubbed the tip of his nose with the back of his hand, and said to Chen Shigong: "I didn't realize that when I was looking for anatomical example support in the Medical Academy, if I let the best painter draw these pictures and record every moment, how much help it would be for medical students to study in the future!" ”

Chen Shigong, who was engrossed in staring at the sketches, suddenly raised his head to look at Chen Mu, and was stunned before he quickly nodded twice in succession, and then buried his head in the thick stack of sketches, and said while reading: "Some places are not clear enough, if these paintings were clearer, Westerners treat people like this?" Very clever. ”

To be honest, these drawings are not well preserved, first, the storage time is too long, so that the color of the paper has changed, and it is inevitable that there are marks on them after being touched; On the other hand, the painter himself does not pay much attention to these paintings, Chen Mu read the large descriptions on the manuscript, many of which have nothing to do with the paintings themselves, but are more like thinking of something and writing down something.

Of the forty-three pages of drawings, there are less than ten pages that can be really clean and clear at a glance.

"I'm afraid it's not for healing, but as far as I know, the person who painted it was a painter." Chen Mu was also ignorant of this, and said with a smile: "This should be the manuscript he used to understand the proportions of the human body in order to improve his painting skills—but I think you can use them to heal diseases and save people." ”

Chen Shigong repeated the action of raising his head sharply just now, and said, "Do you want to continue the dissection?" ”

The two months after the end of the Battle of the White Horse River were like a nightmare for Chen Shigong and the doctors who participated in the dissection, and the psychological pressure they endured was even greater than that of the banner army on the battlefield, and even the eyes of the banner soldiers who killed people without blinking looked at the military doctors with deep fear.

When others fear them, they fear themselves.

For a long time after that, there was no meat in the canteens of the medical institute, and these doctors could not see meat, especially salted fish, which had a little taste, and vomited at the sight of it.

They sorted out a lot of precious written materials and sent them back to China with the baggage ship of the second phase of Beiyang, but no one thought of drawing, in this era, doing these things is enough to break through the limit of people's bearing capacity, and then draw bloody patterns?

"At that time, I thought about drawing, but I feel that my behavior is too heretical now, not to mention that there is no painting, but it seems that it is okay at the moment."

Chen Shigong nodded slowly, and said: "These drawings look much more exquisite than Wu Jian's "Ou Xi Fan Five Visceral Pictures" in the Song Dynasty. ”

Ou Xifan was the general of the uprising in the Southern Song Dynasty, and was hunted and killed by the government, and Wu Jian ordered the doctor and the painter to dissect it with 55 people, and painted the "Ou Xifan Five Organs".

The first anatomical catalogue in history was the "Inner Realm Map" drawn by the Taoist priest Yan Zhenren of the fifth generation, combining the two academic disciplines of medicine and Taoism, opening a precedent for anatomical drawing, and later generations of books mostly refer to his works.

Later, in the Song Dynasty, local governments often sent doctors and painters to dissect the offenders when they were executed in the city, and then compiled into books by the county officials and county guards who had considerable cultural skills, which were popular in the world.

As for the "Picture in the Ring of Cunzhen" mentioned by Chen Shigong, it is also from the Song Dynasty and is the work of the famous doctor Yang Jie, which is more exquisite than the previous pictures.

The development of any science and technology is not achieved overnight, from the "Lingshu" of the "Yellow Emperor's Neijing" to the Han Dynasty Wang Mang's "so that the imperial doctor, Shang Fang and Qiao Tu peeled it together, measured the five organs, guided its pulse with bamboo sticks, and knew the end, and the cloud could cure the disease." From the "Inner Realm Map" of Yan Zhenzi, a war-torn Taoist priest of the Five Dynasties, to the "Cun Zhen Tu" of a doctor in the Song Dynasty, and the Mongolian veterinarian who specialized in treating livestock injuries in the Yuan Dynasty, the surgery of the Ming Dynasty was a new discipline formed on the basis of these bloody, fallacious, or incomprehensible in the past dynasties.

These processes are like the keys that Chen Mu wants to search, which can open doors to the future.

"Dashuai, Doctor Chen, Mr. Xu is here."

Before the official of the medical academy finished speaking, Chen Mu had already wrinkled his nose, the heavy smell of wine rushed into his nose, and a drunken figure flashed outside the door.

Xu Wei changed his clothes, but obviously he hadn't slept enough, his hair was scattered and he didn't wear a scarf, he came in in a daze with drunken eyes, and it was rare to know that he had bowed to Chen Mu and Chen Shigong successively, and asked casually: "The handsome man called the old man to come to write a poem for the Beiyang butcher?" ”

Chen Shigong's face was not very good-looking.

Chen Mu didn't care, pointed at Xu Wei and smiled: "You are also going to become a member of the Beiyang butchers, look at these paintings." ”

Chen Mu thought that Xu Wei, who specializes in painting, should be shocked when he saw these exotic paintings with different styles, in fact, Xu Wei did raise his eyebrows when he first saw the sketches, and the drunkenness in his eyes seemed to have gone a little, but then he frowned, waved his hand and said, "It's not good, it's not good!" ”

The old madman's hand was fiddling and searching in the drawings, picking out a few manuscripts that had nothing to do with the anatomy, raising his hand and patting them: "These are paintings, and these are not paintings, and there is no artistic conception, but the shape is extreme, if the handsome man likes these bones, the old man will come to a picture of Li Zhizhao's "Skull Fantasy Play", if the butcher's house likes these tools, then recruit another painter!" ”

Chen Mu smiled, and Xu Wei said to the point: "Yes, these are tools, I need you to make me some tools." ”