"Do you think that the artisan household system is perfect? Again, there are big problems. ”

Lin Che looked at Zhu Zhang, who was full of confidence and used the artisan household system to compare the imperial doctor, and couldn't help but laugh.

"How is that possible? My craftsman of the Ming Dynasty..."

Zhu Fan subconsciously wanted to refute.

So he asked him for advice:

"Please also ask Mr. to make it clear, what are the drawbacks of my Ming craftsman household system?"

Lin Che shook his head and said:

"I'm just mentioning the craftsman's business, this question will be your homework, you can think about it yourself."

Although Zhu Zhang's heart was full of curiosity.

But he also knew Lin Che's character, so he no longer asked about the craftsman.

Moving on to the topic above:

"Sir, can you tell me what kind of shortcomings exist in the imperial physician inheritance system?"

Lin Che took a sip of wine.

did not answer Zhu Zhang's question, but asked rhetorically:

"In my Ming Dynasty, how should I judge a healer, whether he is a divine doctor or a quack? Or is it an ordinary doctor? ”

Before Zhu Fan came to Confucius Temple, he was thinking about the Northern Expedition and the Eastern Expedition to the Japanese Kingdom every day.

Where do you care, how to evaluate the quality of a doctor.

Or Zhu Bai hurriedly replied:

"The one who can cure the disease with medicine and has the ability to rejuvenate is a miracle doctor."

"A doctor who diagnoses a disease incorrectly, or prescribes the wrong medicine to harm others, is a quack."

"And it is the ordinary doctor who will not judge the wrong condition, and cannot go down with a pair of medicines, so that the patient can recover his health, and the one who directs the prescription to take the medicine."

Lin Che nodded a little, agreeing with Zhu Bai's answer.

But he continued to ask: "Are there more quacks in the world, or are there more miracle doctors?" Or are there many general doctors? ”

"How did they improve their medical skills?"

Zhu Fan is unwilling to be compared to a ten-year-old child.

Although I was a little unsure of the answer.

But he still hurriedly said:

"Just as the number of famous generals is scarce, I think the number of miracle doctors should be the same."

"As for quacks? I think that as long as they kill people, they will inevitably be beaten to death by their families. ”

"The number of them has been decreasing, and it shouldn't be very many, so the most in this world should be ordinary healers."

Zhu Fan guessed and finished talking about the number of miracle doctors, quacks and ordinary doctors.

Then he answered Lin Che's second question.

"As for my Daming healer, I usually have a way to improve my medical skills."

"Dadi is the same as a general, first familiarize yourself with the art of war, and then participate in the war to accumulate experience."

"That is, first familiarize yourself with medical skills, keep in mind the medicinal properties of medicinal materials, and then when treating people, combine the knowledge of medical books with real diseases, and over time, even if you can't become a miracle doctor, you can become a good doctor."

Although Zhu Fan didn't understand medicine, he had studied with Lin Che for so long.

Simple inference, it can still be done.

In addition, when he talks about military affairs, his brain turns quickly.

After this tirade, his answer was no different from the real situation.

Lin Che bowed slightly, and did not object to Zhu Zhang's words.

On the contrary, it was pointed out that the biggest problem with the imperial medical system was pointed out.

"As you said, a doctor improves his medical skills by experience."

"However, the imperial doctors in the Tai Hospital, who were born in the people in previous generations, can often come into contact with patients, and their medical skills are in a state of improvement."

"And the remaining imperial doctors who took over from their fathers, before their fathers died, they did not give people the opportunity to heal their diseases."

"Every day, I will only hold medical books and read hard, and I am familiar with all kinds of theoretical knowledge, and then I am helpless in the face of real patients, just like the ancient Zhao Kuo."

It can be said that the imperial doctor system of the Ming Dynasty is simply stupid.

Before the formalization of medicine.

All healers rely heavily on their experience.

After all, many conditions are superficially similar.

If you haven't seen enough cases.

will only memorize by rote and prescribe medicine and cure diseases according to the medical book.

If you don't do it, it will kill you.

But the problem is that because the imperial doctors of the Ming Dynasty are all exclusive doctors of the royal family.

Without the emperor's order, it was impossible to have the opportunity to treat people.

And to be eligible, please move these noble and high-ranking officials of the imperial doctors.

It will be for reasons of confidentiality and suspicion.

Usually at home, he will raise famous doctors who stand out from the people to treat his own diseases.

Even if the emperor personally sent the imperial doctor over, it would just be a formality.

It can't work at all, and the effect of improving medical experience.

The patient was not given the opportunity to be treated.

The imperial doctor of Daming Tai Hospital has gradually become a bunch of waste who can only memorize medical books.

"Zhao Kuo?"

Zhu Zhang's eyes widened, still realizing that what Lin Che said was true.

It turned out that the imperial doctor system formulated by his father was really problematic.

He swallowed and said in a dry tone:

"The imperial doctor of the Tai Hospital can only treat the imperial relatives of Ying Tianfu."

"But the number of nobles who are sick is limited, but there are hundreds of imperial doctors in the imperial hospital, even if the royal relatives are sick in turn, every imperial doctor will not have the opportunity to see a doctor once a year."

"In this way, isn't it the imperial doctor of my Da Ming Tai Hospital, most of them are indiscriminate."

At the end of the words, Zhu Fan's face became cloudy.

All these years regardless of adult royalty.

Just talking about the royal family and nobles, there are as many as 30% of the children who die of typhoid fever every year.

The imperial physicians blamed the dead on an incurable disease.

However.

Zhu Fan once overheard some eunuchs and palace maids chatting.

It is said that the little nobleman is just infected with the wind and cold.

If Imperial Doctor Pan came to treat it, it would be just a matter of a few decoctions.

Why was he cured to death by a certain imperial doctor?

Zhu Fan used to think that people were too talkative. Life and death matters, how can you blame the imperial doctor with a medical inheritance.

Now, after Lin Che's meticulous efforts.

Zhu Fan finally understood that perhaps among the royal relatives and nobles who died young, there were incurable diseases.

But there are definitely quacks like Zhao Kuo as Lin Che said.

Due to the lack of experience in curing diseases.

So much so that he misjudged the condition, cured a minor illness into a major illness, and boiled people to death.

"Why, there are relatives in the palace who were treated and died by quacks in the Tai Hospital?"

Lin Che looked at Zhu Zhang's expression and asked tentatively.

"More than one!"

Zhu Fan gritted his teeth and said.

After clarifying the relationship between the doctor's medical skills and the treatment experience.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that many relatives had died young.

They were all killed by quacks who had been passed down from the hospital for more than several generations, and had become only able to endorse.

Lin Che saw that Zhu Zhang's nameless fire had a tendency to burn more and more.

Zhu Fan seems to have thought about this problem.

He snorted heavily:

"If there is a chance, I will definitely investigate the Tai Hospital."

"Arrest all those horrific quacks who are indiscriminate, cut off their heads, and then dig up the graves of their grandparents and whip their corpses."

"To deter the whole world, those who are incompetent and still try to practice medicine."

Zhu Rong's idea is very simple, that is, to kill the incompetent quack doctor in the hospital.

The rest are all imperial doctors with medical skills.

(End of chapter)