Damn it, I'm in the garbage book I wrote

Chapter 240 Discussing Planning Issues with Medicine King
Xia Lin, who was driven out, came to the residence specially arranged for the Medicine Prince swinging a willow branch.

The treatment of the Medicine King was naturally the best. In order to welcome him, he spent more than three hundred taels to build a house for him outside the city, far away from the hustle and bustle. Not only was it surrounded by mountains and rivers, but there were also large tracts of medicinal fields behind it. There was also a stream flowing through the yard, and a two-acre pond at the back for him to fish.

There are green pines and bamboos in the yard, giving off a fairy-like feeling of a fairyland on earth. The environment should be quiet and secluded. This old god-like figure, right? Besides, he is a practitioner, so he can't take people to wash feet and have a massage.

As he was looking through the crack in the door, suddenly a face appeared in the crack, less than five centimeters away from him. Xia Lin was frightened, but when he looked carefully, he found it was Dong Niang.

"No, what are you doing here all of a sudden?"

Xia Lin was mumbling to himself when Dong Niang had already opened the door. She was wearing a plain Taoist robe today, which looked a bit like she was doing a role-playing role.

"Hmm? Why are you dressed like this today?"

"Follow Master Uncle to do morning lessons."

Xia Lin patted his head and said, "Oh...you are monks, I forgot about that. I have never seen you wear this before, it's very nice, very beautiful."

"Your eyes lingered on my chest for a while and then on my waist for a while. Are you really looking at my clothes?"

Xia Lin pulled her head away: "You talk too much."

Then he entered the house and saw the old immortal Sun Simiao sitting there reading a book, the book about the barefoot doctor. It was obvious that he liked this book very much.

Xia Lin walked forward and saluted respectfully. This was not an act. After all, the man in front of him was Sun Simiao, who was in his seventies and still had a ruddy complexion. He looked only in his forties or fifties. If such a person was not worthy of respect, the world would perish.

"Please sit down." The Medicine King placed the barefoot doctor's manual on the table and asked, "Who created this wonderful book?"

"As for the creation... that's unknown. Did my master collect folk diseases and compile them? After recording them in a book, it can't be considered a creation, it can only be considered a compilation."

Medicine King nodded and said, "Where is your Master now? I would like to visit him and discuss this with him."

"Um..." Xia Lin was silent for a while and then spread out his hands.

"Alas, what a pity." Medicine King sighed softly: "If this book is passed down, it can save the world and save countless lives. It is a great merit."

How could Xia Lin not know whether it was a great merit or not? This thing was a divine book. It would still be a divine book even after more than a thousand years. If it was put in the present, it would almost be a dimensionality reduction attack. If it was really passed down, it could solve more than 80% of non-human plagues and infectious diseases.

"Master Medicine King, the main reason I invited you here is to have you take charge of the medical school. There are still few people studying medicine now, mainly because the social status of this industry is relatively low. I plan to create momentum and raise the status of this industry." Xia Lin propped up his head and said, "But it's still a bit difficult. The prerequisite for improving status is to have a matching income. To increase income, the prices of pharmacies and clinics must be increased, which will cause trouble. In the end, more people will get sick and fewer people will go to the doctor, and it will eventually be criticized."

Sun Simiao didn't understand business, but after hearing what he said, he sighed helplessly and didn't know how to proceed.

But soon Xia Lin continued, "It's okay, we can take our time. I plan to pilot it in Fuliang first. Any business that wants to hire people will have to pay four coins of silver to the county for each worker. This money is used to guarantee the price of medicine."

"Oh?" Medicine King raised his eyelids and said, "How do you perform it? Tell me."

"It starts from the government offices at all levels. Each person has to pay four coins of silver, or four hundred coins, into a special account every year, and then record the number of people who participate. If there are people who take medicine or see a doctor, 60% to 80% can be paid from this account. If there is a surplus each year, it will be rolled over to the next year. If there is a loss, it will be subsidized by Fuliang's public account."

Medicine King frowned and asked, "Will those merchants agree to this?"

"I'm sure you won't be happy about this, but there's nothing I can do. I can only make another supplement. If something goes wrong during the work and there are casualties, the compensation will no longer be borne by the merchants or workshops. The government will also subsidize part of it."

The Medicine King pondered for a long time, but he was only a technical talent after all and didn't know much about these things, so he was confused by what he heard.

After a long while, he finally spoke: "These matters are for you officials to handle. I just want to know what this hospital teaches."

"I'm planning to discuss this with you. My idea is to start with four departments: internal medicine, surgery, pediatrics, and gynecology. I have no doubt about your ability, but I'm afraid that others may not be as savvy as you are, and they don't have that many years to work hard, so I'm going to divide your knowledge into four. As for Dong Niang, although she is a coroner, she is very proficient in surgical techniques. Sometimes you really have to open up the stomach and cut something out to treat the disease."

"surgical……"

Medicine King sighed and said, "As the saying goes, one's body and hair are given by one's parents, but this is still difficult after all."

Xia Lin laughed and sighed, "Next year, next year there will be a good opportunity to make this surgery famous all over the world. Dong Niang, are you ready?" Dong Niang, who was making katydids with reeds nearby, looked up blankly and said, "Are you going to die?"

"It wasn't me." Xia Lin looked at her deeply, feeling that she was somewhat unlucky: "It was another person, and she was dying. But the exact cause of her death is still unclear, but we only know that she had unbearable abdominal pain, and then died suddenly a few days later."

"There are so many unbearable abdominal pains."

"Then let me ask you if you can spot the lesion at a glance." Xia Lin lifted his robe and said, "During this period of time, you can practice your skills with models and dead bodies. If you find a patient with a related disease, you can come and try your hand. If you really kill the patient, I will compensate you."

Dong Niang and Sun Simiao looked at Xia Lin with strange eyes, but he said indifferently: "If it is not treated, it will die. If it is treated, there is still a glimmer of hope. But I have to prepare a room for surgery now."

Postoperative infection is actually a very troublesome thing, especially for surgical operations, so a special operating room must be prepared. Alcohol is certainly not in short supply now, but anesthetics still need to be developed on site.

Fortunately, several different production workshops had been reserved when the chemical plant was being built, and at worst, opioid extracts could be used.

As for whether it was Chinese medicine or Western medicine, Xia Lin never believed in that. A good doctor is one who can cure diseases. After all, the doctors he had met before were all military doctors. Military doctors were the kind of tough guys who would cut open the heart and pinch it with their hands to stimulate the heart in an emergency...

Isn't the ultimate goal of medicine to keep people alive?

After listening to Xia Lin's idea, Sun Simiao did not reject him. Instead, he took the initiative to ask to go to the medical school to take a look.

The Medicine King was really very prestigious. As soon as he arrived at the medical school, all the doctors in the town came. In terms of seniority, these people were all the Medicine King's disciples and they all performed great respects when they saw him.

As for this Medicine King, in fact, he was not an elegant and profound person. If a person was not optimistic and cheerful at all, he would not be able to live to be a hundred years old. The Medicine King, who lived to be a hundred and forty years old, was essentially a fun-loving person. Although he was a secluded practitioner, it did not change his cheerful nature at all.

Seeing so many unfamiliar disciples, he started teaching right away. This morning, after hearing that these doctors were unwilling to pass on their skills to others, he had been furious for a long time.

During this class, only 10% of the time was spent on lecturing, and the remaining 80% was spent on scolding people. Although he didn't mention any names, he still scolded all the teachers and leaders thoroughly.

Oh, these doctors were sitting there very uncomfortably, and Xia Lin was leaning there with his arms folded, and was very happy.

I always thought that the Medicine King was a high and aloof immortal, but who would have known that he might be the oldest fun-seeker and big hater in the world.

Oh, this old man is funny, so funny. As expected, self-cultivation is not as broad-minded as killing people. If it were Xia Lin, he could prolong his life by spitting like this. No wonder workers have short lives, it turns out that they are pent up by their qi and blood.

It was already noon, but the Medicine King didn't invite them to eat, and told them to go back and reflect and come back tomorrow. This person with a high seniority was really awesome. The doctors who dared to pretend to obey Xia Lin in front of him, now walked away dejectedly in front of the Medicine King.

Seeing that they had all left, Xia Lin gently clapped his hands to Medicine Prince at the door, and then shouted, "Medicine Prince, do you have any dietary restrictions?"

"No alcohol." Medicine King waved his hand and said, "You can have some of the rest."

"What about the roast lamb?"

“That’s food, too.”

Well, let him share a table with His Majesty. First, King Medicine was invited to the dining place, and then His Majesty was brought over. Several people sat down in the grassland tent. When he first came, Emperor Hongbao was very surprised. After all, this was his first time to come to this magnificent grassland tent.

"Is this the Khan's Golden Tent?"

"What? How can the Khan's tent compare to this?" Xia Lin sneered, "This is specially built in the grassland restaurant here. It is much more luxurious than the Khan's tent. Eating here is not cheap. A sheep costs two taels of silver. But today the boss is treating us."

Emperor Hongbao narrowed his eyes and looked at Xia Lin: "Are you exploiting others?"

"Hey, sir, you see I am the one who is in need of those two taels of silver. It's just that this boss refuses to take my money. You know how well-known I am on the grassland."

At this moment, the song and dance troupe on the grassland also came in and began to sing and dance for Emperor Hongbao. The attendants next to them began to divide the mutton and drink wine, and everything became lively.

But in the capital, things are turbulent right now...

(End of this chapter)