The wooden box that Fu Geer gave to Chen Mu had forty-three pages of manuscripts. Chen Mu could not recognize Leonardo's name. He only felt that these handwriting was messy and the exquisite drawings appeared in his hands. It was very magical until he saw the golden section portrait that made him look very familiar to him and finally realized who the owner of the manuscript was.

da Vinci.

The three Renaissance masters, Leonardo di Piero da Vinci.

In fact, this full name was found by the ignorant Sailor Man who asked Fu Geer. His entire knowledge of this name was only known by Da Vinci and Da Vinci, as well as "The Last Supper" and "Mona Lisa".

Chen Mu roughly browsed forty-three pages of manuscripts and ordered people to wake up Xu Wei who was hungover last night, and brought his personal soldiers with him, Zhao Shizhen and the drawings galloped to Beiyang Medical Hospital.

The person he wanted to meet was Chen Shigong, a grade-level doctor.

"This... this is the skull, the arms are cut open, the texture lines are very obvious, but the flesh is more than usual. The paintings that the Grandmaster took were obtained from the Westerners?"

The forty-three pages of drawings are all about desolation, from the human skull, abdominal cavity to muscles, bones and even fetus. Of course, there are also several drawings that are extremely weird. It is obviously human leg bones but animal nails. Chen Shigong realized the first moment he saw these drawings that the people who painted these drawings were fellow travelers. There is no doubt that the painter had dissected the corpse and many of them.

"Unexpected artwork, right?" Chen Mu raised his hand excitedly and rubbed his back against his nose, saying to Chen Shigong: "I didn't realize before that when the Medical Academy pursues the support of anatomical examples, if the best painter draws these pictures and record the situation at every moment, how much help will it be for medical students' learning in the future!"

Chen Shigong, who was staring at the drawings, suddenly raised his head and looked at Chen Mu. He was stunned for a moment before nodding his head quickly twice. He buried his head at the thick stack of drawings, and said while looking at: "Some parts are not clear enough. It would be great if these paintings were clearer. How can Westerners treat people like this? It's very clever."

To be honest, these drawings are not well preserved. First, the storage time is too long, which changes the color of the paper, and it is inevitable that it will be covered with the marks after touching them. On the other hand, the painter himself does not pay much attention to these paintings. Chen Mu looked at the large-scale descriptions on the drawings, and many of them have nothing to do with the paintings themselves, and it seems that he was thinking about what he wrote down.

Forty-three pages of drawing are only less than ten pages that can be seen at a glance.

"I'm afraid this is not for treating diseases. As far as I know, the person who painted these things is a painter." Chen Mu also had a slight understanding of these and smiled: "This should be a manuscript he used to understand the proportions of the human body and look forward to improving the painting skills - but I think you can use them to cure diseases and save people."

Chen Shigong repeated the movement that he had just raised his head and said, "Do you have to continue the dissection?"

The two months after the Battle of Baima River ended were like nightmares for Chen Shigong and the doctors involved in the dissection. The psychological pressure they were under was even greater than that of the flag army on the battlefield. Even the flag army 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, no meat was found in the canteen of the Medical Academy. These doctors could not stand the meat, especially the salted fish with a little taste, and vomited at first sight.

They sorted out a lot of precious text materials and sent them back to China with the Beiyang Phase II supplies ship, but no one thought of drawing pictures. In this era, doing these things was enough to break through the limit of people's ability to withstand people, and then draw the bloody patterns?

"I thought about drawing pictures at that time, but I felt that my behavior is too heresy now, not to mention that I don't have any painters, but it seems to be fine now."

Chen Shigong nodded slowly and said, "These drafts look much more exquisite than Wu Jian's "Oxifan Five Internals Picture" by the Song Dynasty. Wu Jian's painter painted the lung leaves of the human body in a shape. Compared with each other, it was almost difficult to recognize. This picture is different, like a rubbing, and the dirty image contains the legacy of "The Picture of the True Ring"!"

Ou Xifan was a general of the uprising during the Southern Song Dynasty and was hunted and killed by the government. Wu Jian ordered the doctor and the painter to dissect the same fifty-five people as the painter, and painted the "Ou Xifan's Five Internals Picture".

The first anatomical catalog in history was the "Inner Realm Map" drawn by Yan Zhenren, a Taoist priest of the Five Dynasties. It combines the academic studies of the two schools of medicine and Taoism to set a precedent for anatomy and drawing. Many of the books in later generations refer to his works.

Later in the Song Dynasty, governments in various places often sent doctors and painters to dissect when the offenders were executed in the city. Then, the county officials and county magistrates, who had considerable cultural background, compiled books into books, which were popular in the world. For example, the wrong places with Taoist fantasies in "Inner Realm Map" were corrected in this era.

As for the "Pictures of the True Rings" mentioned by Chen Shigong, it was also from the Song Dynasty and was written by the famous doctor Yang Jie, and it is more exquisite than the previous pictures.

The development of any technology cannot be achieved overnight, from the Lingshu in "The Yellow Emperor's Internal Classic" to Wang Mang of the Han Dynasty's "sent to the imperial physicians, Shang Fang and the clever slaughter, and Measure the five internal organs, use bamboo to guide their veins, and know where to start and end, and it is said that it can cure diseases." From the "Internal Realm Map" by Yan Zhenzi, a Taoist priest in the Five Dynasties, to the "Cunzhen Map" by doctors in the Song Dynasty, and the Mongolian veterinarians who specialize in treating livestock trauma in the Yuan Dynasty, and the surgery in the Ming Dynasty are new disciplines formed on the basis of these bloody, fallacies, or difficult to understand.

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

"Master, Dr. Chen, Mr. Xu is here."

Before the officials of the Medical Academy finished speaking, Chen Mu had already wrinkled his nose, and a strong smell of alcohol rushed into his nose, and a drunken figure flashed outside the door.

Xu Wei changed his clothes, but obviously he had not slept enough. His hair was loose and he did not wear a hair scarf. He came in in a daze. It was rare that he would bow to Chen Mu and Chen Shigong bowed and asked casually: "The general asked me to come, is he going to write a poem for the butcher of Beiyang?"

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

Chen Mu didn't care, pointed at Xu Wei and smiled, "You have to become a member of the Beiyang butcher, look at these paintings."

Chen Mu thought that Xu Wei, who specialized in painting, should be shocked to see these foreign drawings with different styles. In fact, Xu Wei did raise an eyebrow when he saw the drawings. The drunkenness in his eyes seemed to have gone a little, but then he frowned and waved his hand and said, "No, no, good!"

The old madman's hand fiddled and searched in the artwork, picked out a few manuscripts that had nothing to do with the anatomy, raised his hand and patted: "These are paintings, and these are not paintings, and they have no artistic conception and interest, but their appearance is extremely strong. If the general likes these bones, I will copy a "Skull Fantasy Picture" by Li Daizhao. If the butcher's courtyard likes these tools, then hire a painter!"

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