In fact, from the bottom of his heart, Zhong Nan hopes that Zhu Yijun can be cured as soon as possible. Regardless of whether the other party sincerely regards him as a brother and friend, at least he recognizes Zhu Yijun as his friend. What's more, Zhu Yijun has contributed to his current position.

However, Zhong Nan also knew that Zhu Yijun's illness was not something he could cure. At this time, he really envied the male protagonists in the YY travel novels, either they have any special functions, or they are excellent in martial arts, not to mention craniotomy and treatment, or flying into space for nine days to roam for nine days, it doesn't matter if they don't do it or not.

Zhong Nan scolded for a while, and then completed the aftermath work that should be done one by one - such as informing the four university scholars in the cabinet. The four old men are all human spirits, and they know the importance of secrecy. In turn, they also told Zhong Nan not to let too many people know about it.

After finishing his big and small things, Zhong Nan went to Fusi in North Town. He summoned Xu Maoyu and asked his deputy to say hello to his subordinates, and he was going to cheer up his spirit recently.

Although Xu Maoyu was puzzled in his heart, he didn't ask more, which was what Zhong Nan admired the other party the most.

After listening to his boss's instructions, Xu Maolu was about to leave, Zhong Nan suddenly remembered something, so he asked: "Xu Tongzhi, do you know what is particularly famous in Jingshi?" ”

"Yoro-chu?" Xu Maolu was also a little confused, but fortunately, his heart was super strong, and after a little thought, he replied, "At present, there are many foreigners who have lived in Beijing for a long time, and I have heard of a few Yanglangzhong, but I don't know, my lord, do you want to find Yanglangzhong?" ”

"What else is there to say about that?" Zhong Nan was puzzled.

"My lord, that's right." Xu Maolu walked up to his boss and explained carefully, "The medical skills of foreigners are different from our traditional Chinese medicine, they call it Western medicine. ”

"This Western medicine is relatively fine, and I don't know the specifics, I only know that different Langzhong is good at different categories. What internal medicine, surgery, respiratory medicine or something, not every yoro will have several categories. ”

Hearing this, Zhong Nan understood, he didn't expect that Western medicine at this time already had a more detailed subdivision. In this way, it is more scientific, after all, different subject categories need to know different knowledge points. Even in the 21st century, with the high development of science and technology, many mysteries of the human body have not yet been solved, let alone the world around 1600.

"You go and ask if there is any Yoro who is good at surgery, or who has studied brain diseases. This matter is very important, you can arrange for the brothers to do it immediately! Zhong Nan gave the order.

"Yes, sir."

Jin Yiwei's work efficiency is indeed very high, and on the third day, Xu Maowei took a paper list and handed it to Zhong Nan in person.

There are three names on the list, and in addition to the names of the three foreigners, there are also simple experiences of the three people.

The first person is called Jayron, from England, about 30 years old, he came to Kyoshi five years ago, and he has been living in Kyoshi since then. Jayron is a missionary, and he has been documented in the Ming government, so he is a legally qualified missionary.

As a qualified missionary, medicine is one of Jaelan's strengths. He also performed bone grafting surgery on several Chinese with broken bones, and he was a well-known Yanglang in Beijing.

The second person, named York, was also from England and had been in Beijing for just over two years. Yorke is relatively young, in his twenties, and currently runs a private clinic in Kyoto, which bears his name. Due to the fact that Western medicine is not very popular in Daming, and the young age of Yorkron, the business of this clinic is somewhat bleak.

How could such a Western medicine clinic with few patients be included in Xu Maowei's list?

It turned out that at this time, there were no more than ten clinics in Beijing like York that specialized in Western medicine. Relatively speaking, York Clinic is the oldest of the nearly 10 clinics. Xu Maolu's idea is that since the other party dares to open a shop and can persist for more than two years, he will definitely have some real skills.

The third man, Van Baten, was from the Netherlands and was about the same age as Jack. Just listening to the name, he is a bit like a Han man with the surname Fan, but he is a real European who has lived in Beijing for almost four years.

Now Fan Bateng is also well-known in Beijing, he once treated an old Han man and pulled him back from the line of death. After that, this incident was widely spread in Kyoshi, and many people knew the name of Van Bateng.

Among the three, Xu Maolu personally recognized the Dutchman Van Batten.

"My lord, this Fan Bateng, I have heard about him, and the other party is indeed not simple."

"Oh." Zhong Nan became interested, "Tell me about him." ”

Subsequently, Xu Maoyu told Zhong Nan about Fan Bateng's treatment of the old man.

It was an autumn about two years ago. Next to his house, Van Baten found an old man, in his sixties, with a scrawny appearance. He helped the old man back to his home, and after some diagnosis, it was determined that the old man had a serious illness such as a tumor.

Van Baten was a surgeon in the Netherlands and was sent to the far east to take charge of part of the East India Company's operations in the Ming Dynasty, but his medical skills were not lost. After obtaining the consent of the old man, he performed an excision operation on the other party.

The tumor removal operation was successful, and the old man was cured after a period of recuperation. However, since the old man had no children, Fan Baten left the other party behind to do some chores in his house.

The old man was impressed by Van Baten's treatment, and praised the other party's kindness, and praised everyone a few words, so he had Fan Baten's current reputation.

"It seems that this Fan Baten is a kind-hearted foreigner!" After listening to Xu Maohu's story, Zhong Nan commented.

"My lord, that Fan Bateng does have some real skills, and our Jinyiwei and brothers have been to him for treatment of injuries a few times." Xu Maolu agreed.

"And what's going on?" Zhong Nan was surprised. In his impression, Jinyiwei should be a very bullish existence, how could he go to Yanglangzhong to treat his injuries?

"Yes." Xu Maolu then spoke briefly.

Because the front-line personnel of Jinyiwei often perform some high-risk tasks, injuries are inevitable. It just so happens that Western medicine has some innate advantages in the treatment of some traumatic injuries, such as disinfection, such as bandaging, etc.

Once, a small colonel who was on a mission had his arm cut off, and it happened to be not far from Van Baten's mansion, so they came to the door and asked each other for healing.

After Fan Bateng's identity was revealed in Jinyiwei, he agreed to help connect the broken arm. Afterwards, Colonel Jin Yiwei also said in person that Fan Bateng's medical skills were the most exquisite in Langzhong he knew.

After that, Jin Yiwei went there twice, both to ask Van Bateng to help treat the wounded in his department. After going back and forth, the two sides gradually became acquainted, and even Xu Maoyu personally met each other once.

"Xu Tongzhi, then please arrange it, I want to meet this foreigner named Fan Bateng immediately." Zhong Nan gave the order.

After Xu Maowei got the order, he quickly went out to arrange the manpower. He was very glad that he stood in line at the beginning, so now he cherishes the opportunity, and he will complete the tasks assigned to him by Zhong Nan without discount.

The next day, Zhong Nan met the well-known Fan Bateng.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Van Baten!" Zhong Nan greeted the other party in English first.

"Oh my God! Master Shangshu, you actually speak English? Van Baten covered his head with his hands, looking extremely surprised. After a moment, he still spoke in disbelief, "Lord Shangshu, you...... Your English ...... I've seen it...... Said the best Ming Dynasty people! ”

For the other party's undisguised shock and incoherent praise, Zhong Nan's heart was actually very proud - although he was only a junior college graduate from a third-rate university, and he could only speak the simplest everyday phrases in English, but at this moment, it was enough.

Zhong Nan said with a little modesty: "Mr. Fan Bateng has won the award. I used to study English with an English priest for a while, so I could speak some simple sentences. ”

"No wonder!" Fan Bateng was still full of praise, "Lord Shangshu's tone is very authentic, I believe that no one in your country can match you!" ”

Regarding the pronunciation and tone of English, Zhong Nan is indeed much better than his compatriots in the Ming Dynasty. After all, he has received several years of exam-taking education, and when he enters the workplace, he occasionally uses ABC.

"Mr. Van Barten has praised it!" Zhong Nan accepted it when he saw it, "In order to facilitate our conversation, I thought, I'd better change back to Chinese." I don't know Mr. Van Batten, do I need to find you an interpreter? ”

"Lord Shangshu, I have been in Daming for several years, and I have been learning Chinese, and there is still no problem with basic conversations!" Van Bateng also looks confident.

"Yes, I can see that Mr. Van Batten is well adapted to life in our country." Zhong Nan didn't forget to praise the other party, "Especially your Chinese, you speak very well!" ”

Fan Bateng smiled and bowed, and then returned to the topic, "I don't know if Lord Shangshu summoned me here, what's the matter?" ”

"That's right, Mr. Van Baten. I've heard that you're very good at medicine, especially in surgery. Now, I'd like to ask you to help you perform an operation on a patient. Zhong Nandao understood what was going on.

"I wonder which part of this patient's body needs surgery?" Van Barten asked.

Zhong Nan pointed to his head.

"Brains?"

"Yes. The patient's brain was hit and some of the nerves were suppressed by the congestion, and I thought surgery was needed to remove the congestion. Since there were only the two of them in the room, Zhong Nam didn't hide too much.

"Lord Shangshu, I'm afraid I'm going to say sorry to you!"

Zhong Nan looked at the other party in confusion.

"Although I was already a surgeon when I was still in the Netherlands, treating diseases of the human brain was not my specialty." Fan Barten smiled wryly and spread his hands.