Fusu was silent.

He pondered for a long time and said in a condensed voice, "Can this really find a new prescription?" ”

Ji Heng shook his head: "I don't know, and I don't know." ”

"Maybe, maybe not."

"Since ancient times, prescriptions have been rare, and if you want to find a new prescription, you can only start from the doctor, and whether you succeed or fail in the end depends on your fate."

"There are times in life when you have to have it, and there are times in life when you don't want it."

"I can't give a definite answer."

"The only thing I can give is this way to find a cure."

Fusu's eyes showed a little unwillingness.

He said in a deep voice, "Is there really no other way? ”

Ji Heng shook his head directly.

He looked at the sky with gloomy eyes, the night curtain had already fallen, the surroundings were dark, and the biting cold wind that blew from time to time also brought a chill.

There was a commotion outside the house.

He sighed softly, "I know you're anxious. ”

"It's cold."

"It's the most grinding and the hardest."

"But nothing in the world can be done overnight."

"There needs to be a process."

"In ancient times, there were Shennong, Yellow Emperor, Qi Bo, and the successors were Changsang and Bian Que."

"Doctors do not appear suddenly, and the prescriptions of those who treat diseases and doctors do not appear suddenly, but a large number of doctors, in the daily treatment of people, continue to accumulate experience, and then summarize step by step, which is the result of accumulated experience from ancient times to the present."

"But even so."

"Diseases that have existed for hundreds of thousands of years, such as wind cold, wind heat, and malaria, still kill countless people once they are infected."

"Medicine is benevolence, and the doctor is benevolent."

"If there is a cure for the disease, how can the doctor cherish himself? The reason why I didn't take it out was not because I didn't want to take it, but because I didn't have it in the world. ”

"I don't know what happened to the First Emperor."

"But with your eagerness, I'm afraid that the situation of the First Emperor is not optimistic."

"With the death of Imperial Physician Xia, the level of imperial physicians in the Imperial Hospital has declined to a certain extent, but as far as I know, the level of imperial physicians in Imperial Physician Qin Imperial Hospital has never been the strongest among the princes."

"Even jealousy is common."

Fusu frowned.

"What do you mean by that?" He looked puzzled.

It is true that the imperial physician of the Qin State has not been the strongest among the princes since ancient times, but where does this jealousy come from? Why didn't he hear about it?

Looked at.

Ji Heng was stunned for a moment, and said suspiciously: "You only know that King Zhaoxiang studied medicine by himself, but you don't know what kind of medicine he studied?" ”

Fusu shook his head.

He really didn't know about it.

Ji Heng shook his head helplessly, and said, "Do you know how Bian Que died?" ”

Fusu continued to shake his head.

He only heard of these people by name, but did not know the specific situation.

But when he heard Ji Heng's words, he chuckled inexplicably in his heart, and said in a condensed voice: "Could it be that he died in the Qin State?" ”

Ji Heng nodded.

Fusu's pupils shrank, and he was quite shocked: "How is this possible? ”

Ji Heng chuckled lightly and sighed lightly: "Bian Que is a doctor, and even many people compare it with 'Mr. Bian Que' at the time of the Yellow Emperor, so this former Qin family, a native of Yue, and a native of Luyi in Qi State, is called 'Bian Que'." ”

"Bian Que has been practicing medicine among the people for a long time, and has traveled all over the countries of Qi, Zhao, Wei, Zheng, and Qin."

"It's just that there was an accident when I was in the Qin State."

"In the first year of King Wu of Qin (310 BC), Bian Que practiced medicine near Mount Kun and set up an ambush and assassination for the jealousy of Li Mi, the imperial physician of Qin."

"And the 'diagnosis book' accumulated by Bian Que in his lifetime of practicing medicine fell into the hands of Imperial Physician Qin."

"King Qin Zhaoxiang knew about this, so he always maintained prejudice against Qin Taiyi in the future, and was also worried that these Tai Doctors would harm him, so he took the 'diagnosis book' accumulated by Bian Que's lifelong medical practice to learn by himself."

"It is precisely with Bian Que's 'medical registration'."

"Imperial Physician Qin's level has gradually improved."

"But even with Bian Que's decades of medical practice' in hand, nearly a hundred years have passed, and no one has reached Bian Que's height, not even reaching it, all the imperial doctors are just gnawing at the 'old book' left by Bian Que, and there is no growth, let alone accumulating as much medical experience as Bian Que."

"Within the walls are barriers."

"It's not just people, it's everything."

"From ancient times to the present, doctors have come from the people, go to the people, and study some 'diagnosis books', how can they learn any real medical skills? It's just a tiger and a skin. ”

"Maybe in your eyes."

"Leave some famous and wealthy imperial doctors by your side, if someone in the palace is infected or sick in the future, they can be treated to the greatest extent, but how many people have these imperial doctors who have been 'raised' in the palace have healed in their lives? How many patients have you seen, how many prescriptions have you prescribed, and how much experience have you accumulated? ”

"Shennong tastes a hundred herbs."

"Bian Que's medical footprints have traveled all over the world."

"This is the person who has become a doctor, even the characters of Shennong and Bian Que, they have to go in and out of the place to constantly absorb folk experience, can these imperial doctors in the palace be more talented than Shennong and Bian Que?"

"Just some poor birds in a cage, how can they talk about any famous doctors."

"I went through the medical books, but none of them came from them."

"Such a doctor, it is okay to treat some minor diseases, but if you want to cure incurable diseases, or multiple diseases, you can't count on it at all, this is not necessarily trapped by talent, but trapped by experience, and even more trapped by your identity."

"The medical skills of the folk doctors may not be better than theirs."

"But there must be more experience than they are."

"They have no theories, but no chance of practice, let alone any chance of verification, they are just a group of rich birds trapped in cages and kept in captivity for the royal family."

"The one who goes out is the healer!"

"I know that as a powerful person, my own interests are more important, and it is impossible to let them go, so I can only choose a compromise method, open a hospital in the city, let the imperial doctor and local doctors concentrate on treatment, if there is a problem, you can focus on the discussion, so that the content of a large number of medical books can be implemented step by step, and only then can we continue to accumulate and bring forth the new."

"When the accumulation is enough, there will be a 'new prescription' of its own."

"Back then, Imperial Physician Qin Li Mi ambushed and killed Bian Que because of it, and then Daqin was just repaying the fruits of the year."

"If you don't believe it."

"You can go to the Imperial History Zhongcheng and ask."

"Why did Bian Que die, you can also ask if the 'diagnosis book' written by Bian Que in his lifetime of practicing medicine is in the Qin Palace."

Fusu was speechless.

Seeing Ji Heng speak so calmly, he already understood that most of this matter was true.

It's just that I don't know how Ji Heng knows.

The cause of the year, the effect of today.

Doctor Qin killed Bian Que and broke the inheritance of the doctor, because of this

Now the first emperor is infected with a disease, but there is no doctor who can cure it, this is the fruit.

All of this is self-inflicted.

Fusu arched his hand and said: "Fusu understands, tomorrow Fusu will make this matter clear in the court, and will allow the opening of a medical hall in the city, and all the imperial doctors in the palace will go." ”

"The reason why Qin Doctor killed Bian Que back then, and now Qin Doctor should repay it one by one."

"Also."

"Fusu will also set up a reward of 100 gold, encourage local doctors to come to Xianyang, exchange experience with the imperial doctors in the palace, and even if there is an opportunity, the law of the hospital will be built one by one in the forty-two counties of the world."

"It will also be clear that there will be several medical colleges in addition to the junior school to train qualified doctors in the world."

"What do you think, sir?"

Ji Heng shook his head.

Fusu frowned, puzzled.

Ji Heng said in a deep voice: "Money is a good thing, but money can't buy a doctor." ”

"Medicine is benevolence, and the doctor is benevolent."

"If you really promulgate this decree, there will probably be very few doctors who come to Xianyang, or even avoid it, lest the world think that you are greedy for money and ruining the reputation of doctors."

"Healers are indeed not famous."

"But if you have a bad reputation, isn't it harmful?"

Fusu was stunned.

was also shocked into a cold sweat, and hurriedly said: "It's Fusu who didn't think about it." ”

Ji Heng said lightly: "It's easy for doctors to make money, if they really want money, they don't need to come to Xianyang at all, compared to money, they are more willing to see the sincerity of the imperial court, and they are more willing to learn from experience, and this sincerity is not something that money can measure, but a medical book, you just need to write on it, you can read Xianyang-related medical books, and cite the 'diagnosis book' left by Bian Que, and doctors all over the world will flock to it." ”

Fusu nodded.

Ji Heng said again: "There may be really famous doctors among the people. ”

"For these local famous doctors, the imperial court should not force them, let alone insist on keeping them, just let them hang the name of the imperial doctor, and allow them to continue to practice medicine in the local area, but when the imperial court needs it, they must rush to Xianyang for treatment as soon as possible, or let them practice medicine in Xianyang Hospital, and they must not do reckless things."

"And today it is gone."

"Qin Zhitai Hospital is the only orthodoxy in the world."

"If they can bear the name of the imperial doctor, it will be of great benefit to the local famous doctors, and they will be very useful, and as for the money and goods, they can be used as additional rewards, and there is no need to write them down as names."

"As a nominal imperial doctor, he also enjoys a certain amount of money."

"With medical books as bait, citing in the name of etheric doctors, supplemented by exchanges with famous doctors in the world, we have been able to attract enough doctors to come, and there is no time limit, which is very attractive to doctors in the world."

"So it's vulgar to talk too much about money."

"Just a few strokes."

Hear the words.

Fusu was thoughtful.

He glanced at Ji Heng deeply and made a respectful gesture.

He was grateful from the bottom of his heart.

all these years.

He was busy with politics and worried about finances.

I have gradually forgotten my heart.

also subconsciously used money to open the way, but Ji Heng's words made him wake up and manage the world, it is indeed necessary to use money to stabilize the government, but money is not necessarily applicable to a hundred schools.

Baijia is a very special existence.

They fight for fame.

What he seeks is the inheritance of his own school.

The hundred schools of thought also do not like to be constrained, and the solution given by Ji Heng may be the correct attitude of the imperial court towards the hundred schools, but before that, the hundred schools must bow their heads and must admit that Daqin is the lord of the world.

otherwise

Daqin will not relax half a point against the hundred schools.

Fusu said: "Thank you Mr. for reminding me, Fusu has written it down." ”

"Listening to Mr. Xi's words, Fusu has calmed down, the prescription really can't be forced, if you don't have enough experience in practicing medicine, where can you summarize the right prescription, it's Fusu's wishful thinking."

"Fusu came this time, and there is one more thing to ask for."

"Say it." Ji Heng Road.

When the words came to his lips, Fusu hesitated a little, tangled a little, and said with a wry smile: "Fusu has a son, who is eleven, and is at the age of studying, and Fusu wants him to study under his wife." ”

A word fell.

The house fell silent.

Fusu didn't speak again, quietly waiting for Ji Heng's reply.

Ji Heng's face was slightly gloomy.

His eyes swept over Fusu.

Long.

Ji Hengcai said: "Do you know what this means? ”

Fusu's body trembled slightly, and he arched his hand and said: "Fusu knows, but Fusu is self-aware, and he does not have the lofty ambitions of his father, he just wants to make the world stable, Fusu no longer dares to have his own ideas, but my son should not be like this, I know that my father is jealous of Mr., but I believe that Mr., just as Mr. taught back then, let me and Hu Hai have our own sense of independence." ”

"I'm sure my husband can educate him as well."

"If it doesn't work."

"Please forgive me as well."

Ji Heng shook his head and said lightly: "I don't know how to educate people." ”

"The only thing I can teach him is rice, oil, and salt, only chopping wood and feeding chickens, and I don't know how to teach the rest, and it's not suitable, the only thing that can make him learn is the "Book of Languages" compiled by Gongzi and others."

"That's enough." Fusu said first.

Looked at.

"Okay." Ji Heng nodded.

Fusu looked happy and said gratefully, "Thank you, sir." ”

Ji Heng's face was calm, and he didn't seem to take this to heart, but just said: "Fusu, do you still remember the agreement I made when I proposed 'Guanshan Hai' for you. ”

Fusu frowned.

Ji Heng said slowly: "I want one-ten-thousandth of the commercial tax on salt and iron as a reward." ”

Fusu said: "Fusu is naturally clear. ”

"Sir, do you need money now?"

Ji Heng shook his head, and he said lightly: "I'm just reminding you that I still have a sum of money in you, or in Daqin, and I will use this money in the future." ”

"You know where it works."

Fusu frowned.

Then he seemed to think of something, and nodded slowly.

Ji Heng said again: "I won't participate in it, everything is in the name of the imperial court, not now, when I have accumulated more money from my plans, maybe I will start to do it." ”

"Fusu knows." Fusu Road.

"It's getting late, and it's time for me to rest." Ji Heng yawned, slowly walked towards the back room, and then said, "As for your son, when you are free, just let him come over." ”

"I've been there."

"Okay." Fu Su bowed his head.

The fire was still burning in the house.

However, no new wood was added, and the fire was not as strong as before, and it burned for a while, and with the whistling of the cold wind from the window, the fire in the house was completely extinguished.

The warm house gradually cooled down.

The house was also empty.

Fusu's figure has long disappeared in the snow, and Ji Heng's figure has also disappeared in this lobby, only the mulberry tree standing in the courtyard still has some stubbornness, stubbornly fighting against the wind and snow, as if to fight against this cold to the end.

It's just that under the howling of the cold wind, the already broken chess cloth is also directly broken.

(End of chapter)