The "Qingniu Medical Academy" on the outskirts of Chang'an hung up a gilded signboard today. The blue ox pattern on the red silk was actually glued together by Huwa using honey, and under the sunlight, it emitted a sweet mist with a sizzling sound, making the apprentices who came to enroll lick their lips in temptation. The Protagonist stood on the steps and struck Huwa's custom-made "sweet wooden clapper," the sound of which was strangely mixed with the chanting tune of the *Rhymed Treatise on Materia Medica* ("Yaoxing Fu"), startling the birds in the tree so much that they fluttered their wings and snatched a piece of sugar from the clapper's surface.
"Quiet, everyone!" The Protagonist smiled and waved the bamboo slips in his hand. "The Qingniu Medical Academy is divided into three levels of training. If you want to learn real skills, you must first pass the 'Three Sweet Tests'!" As the words fell, Huwa slid down from the eaves with a "swoosh," holding a page-turning sweet book of the *Rhymed Treatise on Materia Medica* — every page of which was edible sugar paper. The "surface-relieving medicine" tasted like peppermint, the "heat-clearing medicine" tasted like watermelon, and the "purgative medicine" even concealed popping candy, making a crackling sound with every lick.
In the apprentice-level examination room, Old Woman Zhang's grandson Huwa (not to be confused with our Huwa) was holding the sweet book and looking worried. "How on earth are we supposed to memorize 'All…
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