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Zhang Jingyue managed to calm himself down and said in a deep voice, "Why are you panicking? The Imperial Hospital has been established for more than 200 years. How can it be abolished just like that?"

He looked around at everyone, and his voice gradually regained its dignity: "Do you remember the rules of the Imperial Hospital?"

Pang Xian sneered and counted on his fingers, saying, "First, the imperial physician must be the son of a medical family, and only those with three generations of clean record can be selected; second, the prescription must be double-checked by the court envoy and the court judge; third, the medicinal materials in the imperial pharmacy cannot be used privately without the emperor's special approval..."

Zhang Jingyue nodded: "What else?"

Another old imperial physician, Zhou Henian, coughed and said slowly, "Fourth, the imperial physician is not allowed to keep the emperor's pulse record privately; fifth, highly toxic drugs must be registered; six..."

He stopped talking suddenly here.

The atmosphere in the hall suddenly became subtle.

Wu Youxing suddenly spoke up: "Sixth, during every festival, each drug dealer must pay 30% of the profit; Seventh, new imperial physicians must pay... 'entrance fee'; Eighth, when the imperial physician visits the palace of the princes, the consultation fee is split 50-50 - these are the real 'rules', right?"

Zhang Jingyue's face turned pale:
"Wu Youxing! What nonsense are you talking about?"

Wu Youxing was neither humble nor afraid, and took out a booklet from his sleeve: "Sir, I have been in the Imperial Hospital for three years, and I remember these 'rules' clearly."

Pang Xian shouted sternly, "How dare you! You are a poor boy. How could you enter the Imperial Hospital without the mercy of the hospital administrator? How dare you slander me now?"

Wu Youxing sneered: "Slander? Then please explain, Senior Brother Pang, who pocketed the five thousand taels of silver from the Shouning Marquis's Mansion last month?"

The atmosphere in the hall suddenly became tense.

The old imperial physician Zhou Henian suddenly started to cough violently, and said tremblingly: "Say less... There is a disaster looming, why are you still quarreling?"

Zhang Jingyue took a deep breath and suppressed his anger: "The most urgent thing is to present our case to the emperor! Pang Xian, go and contact Lord Yang immediately; Lord Zhou, make friends with Eunuch Zhang from the Imperial Household Department and ask him to help you get things done; everyone else..."

"boom!"

Before he could finish his words, the door of the Imperial Hospital was suddenly kicked open!

A team of Jinyiwei entered in a line, and the captain in the lead said in a cold voice: "Search the Imperial Hospital by order! No one is allowed to move without permission!"

Pang Xian suddenly pulled out the silver needle: "You dare..."

"Whoosh!"

"Ah~~"

A crossbow arrow shot directly through his palm, and the silver needle fell to the ground with a clang.

The captain of the Imperial Guard stepped on Pang Xian's back and sneered, "The Imperial Hospital's rules? There are only the emperor's rules in this world!"

Zhang Jingyue slumped in his chair, his face ashen.

Wu Youxing silently put away the "Finger Seal" and looked outside the gate - there, two figures, one blue and one purple, were slowly approaching.

………………

The Hall of Nourishing Heart.

Ping Yizhi was wearing a green shirt and had a stern look on his face, while Lan Fenghuang was wearing a Miao costume and jingling silver jewelry.

After the two knelt down, Yi Huawei directly threw out a roll of regulations:
"This is the new medical regulations I drafted, please take a look."

Ping read it carefully with one finger, and his brows gradually relaxed:
"Great! The Imperial Pharmacy is independent, and the Imperial... Medical Department is only responsible for diagnosis and treatment. They keep each other in check."

Looking up at Yi Huawei in a dragon robe, Lan Fenghuang's eyes turned and she chuckled, "Three people testing the medicine? Now no one can poison it!"

Looking at Lan Fenghuang's eyes that seemed to be hooked, Yi Huawei coughed lightly and knocked on the table:
"The focus is on the third one."

Ping Yizhi read aloud: "'All doctors in the world, regardless of their background, can enter the Ministry of Medicine if they pass the assessment and excel'? This..."

"how?"

Yi Huawei narrowed his eyes: "Doctor Ping thinks that quack doctors are unworthy?"

Ping Yizhi took a deep breath and shook his head: "No, I am just worried about the opposition from the noble families."

"Then let them object."

Yi Huawei sneered: "I want to see, who has a tough neck or the Jinyiwei's sword is faster."

…………

The next day, the "New System of the Ministry of Medicine" was officially promulgated.

The Ministry of Medicine was designated as a second-rank government office, on the same level as the six ministries, with one minister (Ping Yizhi) and two vice ministers (Lan Fenghuang and Wu Youxing).

The Imperial Pharmacy was directly under the jurisdiction of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, and had a eunuch in charge who was responsible for the purchase and storage of medicinal materials. It was not under the jurisdiction of the Ministry of Medicine.

Each prescription must be written by the attending physician, confirmed by the reviewing physician, and signed by the manager of the Imperial Pharmacy before the medicine can be dispensed.

The whole process of decocting medicine is monitored by the guards of the East Factory, and the residue must be kept for three days for future inspection.

A medical department was established, and medical examinations were held in all provinces in August every year. The examinations were divided into three sections: theory (Huangdi Neijing, Shanghan Lun, etc.), pulse diagnosis (on-site diagnosis of symptoms), and pharmaceutical preparation (identification and preparation of medicinal materials).

Those who are admitted must go to Beijing for a re-examination, which will be personally conducted by Ping Yizhi and Lan Fenghuang. Those who cheat will be exiled three thousand miles away.

Class A medical officers (the top three in the assessment): granted the title of imperial physician of the Imperial Medical Bureau (rank six), and are employed by the emperor, with an annual salary of 240 taels of silver and 120 dan of rice.

He was given a purple robe and a silver fish bag, and was allowed to enter the palace in a sedan chair.

His parents were granted the title of "Jishi Lang" (a honorary title of the seventh rank) and his wife was granted the title of "Anren".

Grade B Medical Officers (four to ten):

He was granted the title of medical officer in the Imperial Medical Bureau (sixth rank) and assigned to serve in various royal palaces and governor-general's offices, with an annual salary of 180 taels of silver and 90 shi of rice.

He was given a green robe and a copper fish bag.

Their sons can study medicine in the Imperial Academy without paying tuition fees.

Medical Officers of Grade C (other admitted candidates):

He was granted the title of local medical officer (seventh rank) and sent to Huimin Pharmacies in various prefectures, states and counties, with an annual salary of 120 taels of silver and 60 shi of rice.

The local government needs to allocate 20 acres of official land as a "medicine garden" and exempt it from taxes.

Those who hold the seal of the Ministry of Medicine can pass through the post stations in various provinces, and the travel expenses are paid by the government treasury. For difficult and serious cases, they can apply for the use of rare medicinal materials in the imperial pharmacy, and they need to submit a letter within three days to explain the purpose.

On the first and fifteenth day of each month, first-class doctors were required to enter the palace to diagnose the pulse of nobles, and they would be rewarded with five taels of silver each time.

In addition to the above clauses, there are also shelter clauses.

If a doctor dies in the line of duty, his son can be directly recruited into the medical department without taking the preliminary examination. If a Class A doctor retires due to old age, he will be given a plaque with the words "Contributions to Medicine" and receive half of his salary annually. If there are no violations in three generations, a monument can be erected and the doctor can be included in the "Record of Good Doctors".

Of course, in addition to treatment, there are also punishments.

Those who received poor marks in the examination for three consecutive years were stripped of their positions and salaries and sent back to their hometowns. Those who accepted bribes and tampered with prescriptions were tortured to death and the officials who recommended them were demoted three levels. Those who privately sold imperial medicinal materials had their property confiscated and their descendants were never allowed to take the examinations.

...............

When the new system was announced, the court was in an uproar.

Zhao Jin, the Left Censor-in-Chief of the Metropolitan Censorate, stepped out, holding his tablet high:

"Your Majesty! How can a quack serve the emperor? A Miao girl using Gu is not the right way! If this precedent is set, the country will no longer be a country!"

Yi Huawei didn't even raise his eyelids, but just waved to Wang Chengen beside him.

Three Jinyiwei immediately carried three camphorwood boxes into the hall and slammed them onto the gold bricks. The lids of the boxes opened, revealing full account books.

"Zhao Aiqing,"

Yi Huawei said slowly, "This is the account book of bribes you have received from the Imperial Hospital over the past three years. Do you want to confront me in court?"

"Ah? Your Majesty... Your Majesty... It's unfair~~"

Zhao Jin's face turned pale instantly, his legs went limp and he sat on the ground, his black hat rolling to the side.

Feng Congwu, the Imperial Censor of Shanxi Province, stepped out of the line and said, "Your Majesty, the ancestral system cannot be violated! The Imperial Hospital has always been staffed by the children of doctors..."

"Imperial Censor Feng."

Yi Huawei interrupted him: "Your son fell off a horse last year, and was saved by the Suzhou itinerant doctor Chen Shigong, right? What did the people from the Imperial Hospital say at the time? ... 'The injury is too serious, prepare for the funeral'?"

Feng Congwu was suddenly speechless, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

That night, the Embroidered Uniform Guard raided the home of Zhang Jingyue, the director of the Imperial Medical Bureau, and seized twenty boxes of unregistered high-quality medicinal materials, seven volumes of privately copied pulse records of the previous emperor, and twelve secret letters between the emperor and the merchants from Shanxi.

The next day, Zhang Jingyue was put on display in the Meridian Gate and sentenced to "steaming punishment" - he was locked in a steamer and steamed to death.

The rest of the imperial physicians were either exiled to Qiongzhou or demoted to commoners. Only a few honest ones, such as Wu Youxing, were incorporated into the new medical department.

...............

Just as the restructuring of the Ministry of Medicine was in full swing, a fleet of prisoner vans slowly drove into Deshengmen.

High up in the teahouse, Shuerhaci clenched the teacup tightly. He had just been appointed as the commander of the Left Guard of Jianzhou, while his brother had become a prisoner.

The prisoner car slowly drove into the city gate, and the sound of the iron chains colliding on the stone road was particularly harsh. Nurhaci was imprisoned in the front cage, and the arrow wound on his right arm had not healed, and blood had seeped through the coarse cloth bandage. His neck was locked in an iron shackle, so he could only raise his head slightly, and his eyes gloomily scanned the people watching on both sides of the street. "Is this the Jurchen leader who colluded with Mongolia?"

"It's what he deserves! He should be thrown into the imperial prison and skinned alive!"

Behind the prisoner wagon, eight hundred Jurchen captives were chained together in a long line, staggering. Most of them were injured, but their eyes were still fierce, and they would let out low roars from time to time.

The escorting Jinyiwei showed no mercy, whipping them with whips that made a loud cracking sound: "Shut up! If you scream again, I'll break your legs!"

The iron shackles pressed on Nurhaci's neck so hard that it hurt. Every time the wheels of the car rolled over the bumpy stone road, the arrow wound on his right arm felt a tearing pain. He clenched his teeth to prevent himself from uttering a single groan.

"Thirty-seven years ago, I was also escorted to Beijing by the Ming army..."

Memories came flooding back.

When he was ten years old, Nurhaci's grandfather Juechang'an and father Taksi were mistakenly killed by the Ming army, and he was taken to Beijing as a prisoner. At that time, he was as weak as an ant, but he secretly vowed to take revenge.

“Now we are repeating the same mistakes…”

Nurhaci stared at the iron chain swinging outside the cage, and a bloody taste rose in his throat. This was not the taste of failure, but shame.

"Snapped!"

A rotten vegetable hit the cage and the juice splashed onto Nurhaci's face.

"Jurchen dog!"

"Traitor who colluded with Mongolia!"

Shouts and curses came one after another. Nurhaci slowly raised his head and swept his eyes across the crowd like a knife. Those Ming Dynasty people were frightened by his eyes and unconsciously took a half step back.

"Fools..."

"If my Jianzhou cavalry were here, you would have been beheaded long ago."

He recalled the great victory at Gule Mountain last year, when the nine allied armies were routed before him. The blood at that time was a hundred times more vivid than the rotten vegetable juice.

In the prisoner team at the rear, a young Jurchen warrior suddenly shouted in Manchu: "Ama! We——"

"Whoosh!"

Before he could finish his words, an arrow from the Embroidered Uniform Guard pierced his throat.

Nurhaci's eyes were wide open, his muscles were tense, and the iron chains rattled as he pulled them.

"Erhe..."

That was the son of his personal guard captain, who was only seventeen years old. Before leaving for the battle, the child even said with a smile that he would capture the Ming emperor for him.

"Every time someone kills one of my warriors, he will pay me back tenfold!"

Nurhaci stared at the Jinyiwei who committed the crime and engraved the man's appearance into his mind - triangular eyes and a scar on his left cheek.

When the prisoner's carriage passed the entrance of the Ministry of Punishment, a captain of the Imperial Guards deliberately shouted: "The Jurchen Khan? He is nothing but a dog of our emperor!"

The humiliated Nurhaci suddenly jumped up, veins bulged on his forehead, and the iron shackles made a crackling sound!

"kill him!"

"Even if I have to bite his throat!"

But the iron chain cut into his flesh, blood flowed down his collarbone. Nurhaci finally raised his head and spoke in stiff Chinese:
"I, Nurhaci, will always be——"

"Jianzhou, wolf!"

The prison van stopped in front of the dark gate of the imperial prison, and Nurhaci suddenly laughed softly.

"Chu Ying, Dai Shan, my sons..."

"Remember today's humiliation."

"If I die, every tent in Jianzhou must hang a white flag."

"If I live..."

He stared at the ferocious Bi'an statue on the lintel of the Imperial Prison, baring his bloody teeth:
"I want the Ming Dynasty's palace to burn even more red than this!"

…………

That night, the imperial prison was in the torture chamber.

Nurhaci was suspended in the air by iron chains, with a pot of red-hot charcoal under his feet. Qiu Chengyun sat on the armchair and slowly flipped through the testimony.

"General Longhu, tell me."

Qiu Chengyun said coldly: "You are the commander of Jianzhou Guards, why would you collude with Shanxi merchants?"

Nurhaci spat out a mouthful of blood foam: "I am innocent! It was that bastard Wang Dengku who framed me!"

"Oh?"

Qiu Chengyun sneered and waved his hand to signal the guards to carry up a box: "Were these secret letters also forged by Wang Dengku?"

In the box were handwritten letters between Nurhaci and Shanxi merchants, containing content related to smuggling of arms, bribing border generals, and even veiled hints of "conspiracy for great events."

Nurhaci's expression suddenly changed: "This..."

"Snapped!"

Qiu Chengyun slammed the box shut: "There's something even more exciting."

He clapped his hands, and two guards brought in a Jurchen warrior covered in wounds:

"Your confidant Eyidu has confessed."

Eyidu knelt on the ground and said tremblingly: "Great Khan... No, Nurhaci is indeed plotting a rebellion. He has been secretly training troops over the years, waiting for the right time to capture Liaodong..."

Nurhaci's eyes were red with anger: "Traitor!"

...............

Three days later, Wumen Square.

Civil and military officials were arranged on both sides, and a dragon throne was set up on the central platform, with Yi Huawei sitting on it. Nurhaci was tied up and forced to kneel down on the platform.

The Minister of Justice stepped out and read out the charges loudly:
"Nurhaci, the commander of the Left Guard of Jianzhou, secretly colluded with Shanxi merchants, smuggled weapons, and conspired to rebel. The evidence is irrefutable! According to the Ming Dynasty Law, he should be executed by slow slicing, and his entire clan should be exterminated!"

There was an uproar in the square.

Suddenly, an official from the Honglu Temple reported urgently: "Your Majesty! The leaders of the Hada and Ula tribes of the Haixi Jurchens are outside the palace gates asking to see you!"

Yi Huawei narrowed his eyes: "Xuan."

Menggebulu, the leader of the Hada tribe, and Bujantai, the leader of the Ula tribe, walked in quickly and knelt down to salute.

Menggebulu said loudly: "Your Majesty, please understand! Nurhaci has evil intentions. Not only did he commit crimes against the Ming Dynasty, he also repeatedly invaded our Haixi tribes! Please, Your Majesty, make a decision for us!"

Buzhantai gnashed his teeth and said, "This beast attacked my Ula tribe last year and killed a thousand of my people! He deserves to die!"

Yi Huawei looked at Nurhaci meaningfully: "It seems that you are not popular among the Jurchens either."

Nurhaci suddenly laughed wildly: "Hahaha! You idiots! The Ming court killed me today, and it will be your turn tomorrow!"

He turned to Yi Huawei abruptly, his eyes flashing with ferocity: "You dog emperor! Do you think you can rest easy by killing me? My sons Chu Ying and Dai Shan will--"

"puff!"

A crossbow arrow suddenly shot through his throat! Everyone turned around in shock, only to see Shuerhazi slowly put down his crossbow, kneeling on the ground and shouting:

"I will sacrifice my own family for the sake of justice. Your Majesty, please understand!"

With the corners of his mouth slightly raised, Yi Huawei smiled faintly, slowly stood up, and his voice spread throughout the square:

"Nurhaci's treasonous crime is unforgivable! However, I consider the innocence of the Jurchen people and hereby decree that Nurhaci be executed by slow slicing and his head be hung at Shanhaiguan for three days. The Jianzhou Jurchens will be led by Shuerhaci and their annual tribute will be doubled. The 800 captured Jurchens will be exiled to Liaodong to build the city wall and will be released after ten years.

...Chu Ying and Dai Shan were escorted to the capital and placed under house arrest for life."

He glanced at Menggebulu and Buzhantai and said, "As for the tribes in Haixi..."

The two men kowtowed immediately: "We swear to be loyal to the Ming Dynasty until death!"

...............

On the day of the execution, the streets of Beijing were deserted.

Nurhaci was cut into pieces, and his cries echoed throughout the West Market. Shulhaqi watched the whole process, his face pale.

When the news reached Liaodong, the Jianzhou Jurchens were in an uproar. Some tribes wanted to revolt, but they were suppressed by Shuerhaci - he was now the governor of Jianzhou appointed by the imperial court and had a large army under his command.

The various Haixi Jurchen tribes secretly rejoiced and sent people to Beijing overnight to offer sable furs and ginseng as a token of their loyalty.

(End of this chapter)