The two of them walked casually along the edge of the lake as they spoke, and it was already the third autumn season, the lake was overgrown with reeds, and the white reeds swayed gently in the autumn wind, and as the two approached, from time to time one or two wild ducks would fly out of the reeds, quacking and flying away.

"The leaves are pale, and the white dew is frost...... Yu Cai, I have been running for the revolution for so many years, but the goal of overthrowing the Manchu Qing has always been like a beautiful woman on the water side, and it is impossible to reach. Now, I can finally see a little shadow. The Autumn Lady has also returned from abroad, and some of them will also come here to work as employees, and besides, we have to prepare weapons for the uprising, and this medical school is also a good warehouse. The Americans are here, and the Manchus don't have full evidence, so they don't dare to come in and investigate, but this matter must be kept secret, except for you and me, as well as Mr. McMillan, as well as Autumn Woman and Bosun, no one else can tell them, understand? The last time Mr. Sun was in Guangxi, and the last time Mr. Sun was in Guangzhou, it was because of the poor secrecy that they suffered failure. ”

"Mr. Tao, our comrades are all very reliable ......" Zhou Shuren seemed to have a slightly different opinion.

"Yucai, sometimes, and even many times, leaking secrets is not that comrades are unreliable, but that comrades have not been trained in secrecy, and often inadvertently leak information, the speaker is unintentional, the listener is intentional, and many times, even needless to say, some small unintentional actions are seen by people with intentions, and many secrets may be exposed." Tao Chengzhang looked at Zhou Shuren who didn't seem to be very convinced, so he sighed and said, "Yu Cai, I haven't seen it in person, some things are really hard to believe." Fortunately, Jingxiong and they are back. Jingxiong has learned a bit recently, so if you have a chance to talk to her, you'll know. ”

Zhou Shuren knew that some comrades had gone abroad to study revolution, but he was not very clear about the specific situation, so he nodded and said, "I really want to see them earlier." ”

At this time, the path under their feet took a turn, and the reeds gradually disappeared from them.

"Yucai, look, where have we been?" Tao Chengzhang said.

"I'll see, I'll see." Zhou Shuren was also walking around with Tao Chengzhang at will, so he didn't pay attention to where he went. However, West Lake is also a place where they often come, so after looking around, Zhou Shuren determined his position.

"Mr. Tao, look, isn't it a lonely mountain?" Zhou Shuren said.

"Ah, isn't it? You see, isn't that an outbuilding? Tao Chengzhang also smiled, "Yucai, after walking so far, you're hungry, right?" Last time in Japan, you invited me, and today I have a treat, and I invite you to eat the vinegar fish of West Lake in the outer building of the building. ”

"Mr. Tao is rich now?" Zhou Shuren said with a smile.

"Yes, it's just that the money is not mine, it is to be used for the revolution. The revolution has not yet succeeded, and there are still many places to use money in the future, so I still can't afford to invite you for things that are too extravagant, so I can only invite you with a fish. But when the revolution succeeds and China recovers, I will definitely treat you to a real feast! ”

The two of them were talking and laughing as they walked towards the front, their hearts full of beautiful imagination of the future of China after the recovery. Many years later, Zhou Shuren, who has become a writer, also mentioned their meeting in his essay collection "Morning Flowers and Sunset", and lamented that he was young at that time, and he always thought about things in the world easily, until he touched a string of nails, and he realized that he was not a hero who climbed high and shouted.

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The Americans did things neatly, and soon, on that wasteland on the shore of the lake, construction began on a new medical school. The governor of Zhejiang in this era was a Manchurian named Xinqin. This person is an outlier in the tide of history, compared to his predecessors and successors, he has almost left no important traces in history, as a feudal official, in such a turbulent era, but can still be like this, it is really quite a great hidden flavor in the dynasty.

In general, this Lord Xinqin is basically a person who doesn't take care of things, and everything is only good for nothing.

Generally speaking, in terms of crooked nuts, it is sometimes easier to deal with a magistrate from Manchuria than with a magistrate from Han nationality. Because Manchurian officials are not like Han officials, sometimes they like to show their own style, and even deliberately rely on embarrassing crooked nuts to decorate themselves. The Manchurians did not need this, and therefore they often agreed more readily to some things within their authority. Besides, the Americans are just going to set up a medical school in Hangzhou, and since the Year of Gengzi, there are still fewer such foreign schools in China? Anyway, one more is not too much, and one less is not too much. If something happens for the sake of such a thing, it won't be good. So Xinqin approved the project very relentlessly.

Moreover, in the eyes of Chinese scholars, although Western medicine is barbaric, has skills but no way, does not understand the five elements, and does not know yin and yang, it is naturally not as profound and all-encompassing as the Chinese medicine handed down by the ancestors. It's just like a witch doctor in the countryside, sometimes there are some incomprehensible, but extremely effective home remedies, and they can also treat some incurable diseases. The same is true of Western medicine, some diseases that are not easy to treat, let it treat the symptoms, but it is not bad. Of course, if you talk about conditioning and curing the root cause, you still have to rely on traditional Chinese medicine. But having one more life-saving means is not a bad thing for the old men.

For the people of the Liberation Society, even if they don't mention the preparations for the anti-Qing Dynasty under cover, they are very supportive of Western medicine itself. Zhou Shuren doesn't need to say it, and later he directly said in "The Scream Self-Order" that "Chinese medicine is just a liar intentionally or unintentionally", and after these people studied in Japan, they also found that many of Japan's reform ideas actually came from the study of Western medicine. And this point of view became even more firm after Zhou Shuren met the revolutionary fighter named McMillan from the United States.

Just after the medical school began to start, Tao Chengzhang took Dean McMillan to Hangzhou. Zhou Shuren also met this legendary figure for the first time that he had heard many times from other people's mouths.

It is said that this Mr. McMillan was originally a rich child, although he was not very rich, but he also had a house and a land, and his life was boundless. But this Mr. McMillan is a very kind man at heart, after graduating from Yale University medical school, he first worked as a doctor in the Salvation Hospital, because of his outstanding medical skills, he soon became the chief surgeon, and his income was naturally quite considerable. But once again, when he saw in the newspapers reports of the atrocities committed by the Spaniards against the Cubans, and the rise of the Cuban people, he was so moved that he resigned from his well-paid position and went to Cuba to become a volunteer doctor, where he worked for several years until Cuba became independent, and later fought in the Boer War and fought for the freedom of the Boers.

Because of these stories, in Zhou Shuren's heart, it is natural to associate Mr. McMillan with the English poet Byron, imagining him as Byron: emaciated, pale, stubborn, extreme and profound. However, when the future dean of the medical school stood in front of him, he realized that this man and his imagination were completely different.

Mr. McMillan is not tall, and he is only a little taller than Zhou Shuren in terms of height, but because of his stubby limbs, he seems to be shorter than Zhou Shuren. His arms were almost as thick as Zhou Shuren's legs, and his thighs were almost as thick as Zhou Shuren's waist, and his neck was almost thicker than his head. Although he is Caucasian, he has spent about a long time in sunny Cuba, so the complexion on his face does not look like a doctor, but like a blacksmith.

Zhou Shuren also learned some English, which made the conversation between the two not a big problem. After learning that Zhou Shuren had studied medicine as a child, McMillan was obviously very happy, so he chatted with him about the new advances in modern medicine, and he also gave Zhou Shuren the latest issues of The Lancet.

Of course, in addition to talking about medicine, they also talked about revolution.

"Humanitarianism is at its core, and so is revolution. In my opinion, revolution is the greatest humanism. McMillan took a cigar and said to Zhou Shuren, "I am a general surgeon, and I know that in order to save people, we doctors often need to cut off or kill those things that have been necrotic, diseased, and endanger the lives of patients. Revolution is the same, revolution is to destroy the bad guys in society who are dead, those who endanger the lives of the majority of people in society like broken appendix, or germs. Although there will be some losses, there may be innocent people who will die in the revolution, just as we doctors will kill a lot of healthy cells with drugs or surgery. But this kind of suffering is necessary, only in this way can we save people, and we can save more people. Therefore, doctors and revolutionaries cannot but deal with these things bravely, and this is the higher humanism of revolutionaries. Now I feel that Chinese society is seriously ill, and some revolutionaries have invited me to treat her together. I felt it was my duty as a doctor, so I came. Hopefully, we can work together to cure all these diseases as much as possible. ”

Mr. McMillan doesn't just talk about it, he does it in person. He designed many of the medical school layouts, and you can always see him running around the construction site when the construction of the college began. By the beginning of 1907, the hospital and medical school had been completed, and the doctors and teachers were in place, and enrollment could begin.