I'm the Dauphin in France

Chapter 968: My son is back (recommended, please help!)

Joseph recalled the barefoot doctor system of later generations and continued:
“These would-be doctors usually work as farmers, and when someone in the village is sick they go to his home for treatment.

"The quasi-doctors are managed by the government. The government subsidizes the quasi-doctors 8 francs a month, and the village subsidizes him 5 francs. I think there should be many people willing to do this job."

In the French countryside, earning an extra 13 francs a month is definitely tempting. After all, an adult male farmer only earns more than 20 francs a month.

“As for medical equipment and medicines, they are distributed regularly by the government and the prospective doctors are only responsible for keeping them.”

At present, France has more than 3 villages and towns, and with cities, it needs about 6 prospective doctors. In other words, the French government can support a simple universal medical system with an annual subsidy of 4 million francs.

This may seem like a lot of money, but the reduced deaths of the working population caused by the medical system alone is enough to make it back many times over.

Joseph thought for a moment and said, "There needs to be a special department to manage so many things. Well, we can add a 'Medical and Health Bureau' under the Ministry of Civil Affairs to be responsible for all medical and pharmaceutical matters."

Perna immediately said excitedly, "Your Highness, then we will have each village and town select suitable prospective doctors as soon as possible and send them to the nearest city for training."

Joseph smiled and shook his head: "The prospective doctors still have to work on the farm. If you ask them to leave the village, they will definitely oppose it. And even if they are willing, it will be difficult to train so many people together."

"What should we do?"

Joseph continued to copy the experience of later generations: "Send doctors to the countryside to teach them. No, even the work of selecting prospective doctors is the responsibility of the doctors.

"This way, doctors can also take them to treat patients, so they can learn faster and have a deeper impression."

Perna hesitated and said, "Your Highness, I'm afraid it will be difficult to find so many doctors willing to go to the countryside."

Doctors are a high-end profession in this era, and most of them are unwilling to take on such dirty and tiring work.

Joseph immediately said, "The students from the Military Medical University are more than qualified for this. There are also the medical departments of the University of Paris and the University of Toulouse. Together, there are at least a thousand people."

Perna still frowned: "But the students in the medical department probably won't agree..."

"Add practical assessments." Joseph snapped his fingers, "Letting students interact with patients more often is also a process of increasing their experience.

"If you don't practice in the countryside, you won't get the assessment score. If the prospective doctors in training are unqualified, they will also fail the assessment. Of course, the Medical and Health Bureau will give them a certain amount of subsidies for going to the countryside.

"In this way, medical students from all over the country will participate in practice in batches. In two or three years, most villages and towns will have their own prospective doctors."

Joseph looked at Perna again: "And the most important task still needs to be completed by you."

"The most important mission? What is that?"

"'Operation Manual for Prospective Doctors'," Joseph said. "You can gather some capable doctors to co-write it. The content must be simple and easy to understand, and it is best to have more pictures. The recommended drugs should also be inexpensive."

Perna nodded vigorously: "Okay, Your Highness, I will definitely not let you down!"

After breakfast, Joseph and Perna made detailed plans for universal health care. The latter rushed back to the Military Medical University that afternoon to select experts to write the manual.

Joseph had just had a brief break when he was dragged by Queen Mary to enjoy Luigi Cherubini's new music.

In the concert hall of the Petit Trianon Palace, Cherubini was still tuning the piano. Joseph picked up the "Paris Business Daily" beside him and saw the front page article "Let the glory of Versailles Palace dispel the long night of Europe".

When he saw the title, he thought it was written by the "Yilin Style" reporter he had trained before, but when he looked at the signature, he found that the article was actually a reprint of the "Pfalz Morning News" and the author was an Austrian.

He read the article again and felt his scalp tingling - the author was simply praising him to the skies. Well, if Caesar or Alexander were reborn, they would probably worship Joseph prostrating themselves after reading this article.

What surprised Joseph the most was that this article was not exaggerated. All the contents were 80% factual and 20% exaggerated. It was well-reasoned and smooth.

He became more and more interested in this Austrian, and immediately signaled to Emmanuel: "Please call Mr. Denico to see me." "Yes, Your Highness."

When his mother's private concert was over, Joseph returned to his bedroom yawning, and saw that the "royal voice" - the editor-in-chief of Paris Business Daily, Denico, was already waiting for him in the living room.

After the editor-in-chief had saluted, Joseph got straight to the point and asked, "Do you remember the article on the front page of the Commercial Daily today?"

"Yes, Your Highness. It was such an excellent article that I purchased the copyright."

"Are you familiar with its author?"

"I understand, Your Highness." Denico said, "In fact, I have the idea of ​​recruiting him to the newspaper.

"Oh, he's from Vienna, Rab Tobias von Scheele, a minor nobleman.

"He wrote a lot after the Vienna riots, mostly advocating liberalism, but recently he has written very positive things about our country."

Joseph nodded and said, "Please recruit him to the newspaper as soon as possible. I just need a talent like him to do something in Portugal."

"I will follow your instructions, Your Highness." Denico bowed, and then said with some embarrassment, "It's just that he is currently handling a lawsuit in Vienna, and I don't know when it will be concluded."

"lawsuit?"

"I heard that his son participated in the riot and might be executed."

"Okay, I'll have someone take care of it." Joseph said to Emand, "Please ask Mr. Talleyrand to come over."

"Yes, Your Highness."

……

half a month later.

Vienna.

In a shabby little building, Mrs. Scherer stuffed a tin makeup box into a suitcase with great effort.

However, the box seemed to have experienced too much wind and frost, and two lines suddenly broke on the side, and the leather on the box suddenly lifted up.

The woman shook her head numbly. “I have to find Fabian to fix it.”

"Let's throw that thing away." Baron Scherer frowned and waved his hand, "Throw away everything that can be thrown away. Anyway, we will definitely not be able to use them after we arrive in Huster."

Their youngest son Lucas was sentenced last week. He spared his life but had to be exiled to Hussite as a laborer for 25 years.

They decided to go there with them, perhaps giving them a chance to look after their son.

"Bang bang", there was a knock on the door.

"Who is it?" Scherer asked impatiently, "This place has been vacated. If you have any questions, please go to the landlord."

The knocking on the door continued stubbornly.

Scherer walked forward and pulled the door open with force.

He was stunned for a moment, then closed the door again and turned to look at his wife: "I must have been suffering from insomnia for too long and have hallucinations... I seemed to see Lucas outside just now."

(End of this chapter)