You can't only love the Qing Dynasty when you're eating the fruits of others' labor.

Chapter 25 Soaring to Great Heights
Just as Shunzhi was about to lose his temper, Empress Dowager Xiaozhuang kicked him without him even noticing.

Inside the Hall of Supreme Harmony.

Sony takes over and continues to appease them:

"Professor Wu, if you can cure smallpox, hundreds of thousands of bannermen of the Great Qing will remember you and be grateful to you. Your Wu family will enjoy this favor for ten generations!"

"Yes, we will live and die with the nation."

"Professor Wu, please treat him with peace of mind. We won't blame you if he dies."

"Go ahead and prescribe the medicine. If you dare to prescribe it, a real man like me dares to drink it. If you drink yourself to death, you can crawl into your own coffin."

The Manchu nobles spoke in increasingly coarse and direct manner.

However, Wu Yong, who was at the center of the storm, became even more determined. As long as he survived today, he would fight to the death to protect the label of "quack doctor," no matter what the winds of change brought.

Hey, the hat just won't blow away.

A quack doctor can save a life.

Famous doctors are prone to sudden and violent deaths.

If Jiang Qingyun were present, he would definitely give a "very high evaluation," saying that Wu Yong could become an academician even if he traveled back 300 years.

……

Hong Chengchou, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke up: "Your Majesty, I have an immature idea."

"speak!"

"May I ask, Dr. Wu, is treatment more important, or prevention?"

After considering it for a moment, Wu Yong replied, "Of course, it's about prevention."

“Good! I suggest we start with prevention, preventing disease before it occurs. We should first ensure that all healthy people in the city are free from or have fewer cases of smallpox, and at the same time, we should relocate all existing patients out of the city.”

The crowd discussed it animatedly, and Hong Chengchou's words made sense.

All eyes turned to Wu Yong's face.

Wu Yong: "After careful consideration by all colleagues in the Imperial Medical Academy, we have drafted a contingency plan, but..."

"but what?"

"However, the success rate cannot be guaranteed."

"What do you mean?"

"Vaccination of smallpox. The success rate is only 50%, which means that half of the people who did not originally have smallpox will get it after vaccination."

“Incompetent doctor, I curse you!” A prince from the Eight Banners stepped forward and shouted.

Then came a barrage of foul language.

Wu Yong felt completely relieved by the scolding from everyone, and in his heart he roared: Quack doctor, I am a quack doctor, what can you do to me?
then!

My father did indeed put in his best effort when he treated the Regent, because you had just entered the pass and we were afraid that you would kill people in the process and also kill my entire Wu family.

We need to quickly demonstrate our strength and intimidate your flag.

The situation is different now. If I were to casually display my medical skills, it would easily raise your expectations for medical care.

The first ancestral precept of the Wu family: "The royal family must be made to deeply realize that human life is very fragile, it is normal for a patient not to be cured, and it is rare for a patient to be cured."

The second ancestral motto of the Wu family: "Those with the mind of a renowned physician may act like quacks."

……

Shunzhi finally exploded.

"Wu Yong, do you think I wouldn't dare to kill you?"

Wu Yong knelt down with a thud, and together with the court judge, physicians, and more than a dozen others, they all knelt down on the ground.

Shouting:

"We are guilty. We have done our best. We are not skilled enough."

Empress Dowager Xiaozhuang glanced at her angry son.

"Get up, all of you. The royal family does not kill imperial physicians."

Wu Yong understood, wiped away his tears, let out a dry howl, and pretended to get up in a state of fear and trepidation.

Fan Wencheng spoke again.

"Tell me your prevention methods."

"Yes. The first method is the smallpox clothing method, which involves taking clothes from children with smallpox and having healthy people wear them for two days. After 10 days, they will start to develop a fever, and the success rate is generally 4%. The second method is the dry seedling method, which involves grinding smallpox scars into powder and blowing it into the nostrils of healthy people using a goose feather tube. When the redness and swelling become slightly hot, it will heal on its own, and the smallpox inoculation will be successful. The success rate is about 5%."

Inside the Hall of Supreme Harmony, another uproar erupted.

The Manchu nobles were in an uproar.

"Bullshit, everything was fine until you messed things up, now half of them are dead."

"That son of a bitch, the imperial physician is even worse than a shaman."

"It's better to hire a traveling doctor for 5 coins."

Wu Yong remained unmoved, thinking:
Look at people, they can be so shameless, all smiles and then arrogance, haha.

My ancestors were wise indeed; they saw right through you nobles. If you're so capable, why don't you just abolish the Imperial Medical Academy? From now on, when you're sick, you can treat yourself and prescribe your own medicine. ...

Hong Chengchou spoke again: "I have a plan. Why don't we try out Governor Wu's plan in the southern city first?"

Silence fell, then a thunderous sound rang out.

Wu Yong stared intently at Hong Chengchou, a hint of nervousness in his eyes.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, let's deal with the southern city first, then consider the inner city. At least, after the smallpox inoculation, we'll block the channel through which the lowly people of the southern city can spread smallpox to the Manchu people in the inner city when they go to work."

"Wonderful, wonderful!" someone exclaimed immediately.

Empress Dowager Xiaozhuang also showed a surprised and gratified expression.

"Professor Wu, is this feasible?"

"It's theoretically feasible, but the Imperial Medical Academy doesn't have that many people or that much organizational capacity. It involves hundreds of thousands of people, no less than a military campaign. Could we find someone else to take on this heavy responsibility? The Imperial Medical Academy can provide theoretical guidance."

Hong Chengchou was secretly delighted; these were the words he had been waiting for.

"I recommend Jiang Qingyun, the commander of the Southern City Military Command! This young man is promising, daring and courageous, and is under the command of the Two Yellow Banners. He is commendable for his loyalty and has more than enough ability."

Wu Yong immediately echoed, "Your subject is willing to cooperate."

……

Empress Dowager Xiaozhuang glanced at Emperor Shunzhi: "Fulin, what do you think?"

"I'll listen to my mother."

"Summon Jiang Qingyun, commander of the Southern City Garrison, to the palace immediately."

Two blue-feathered guards galloped out of the Forbidden City, racing all the way.

The sun was blazing, and the streets were deserted.

From the Meridian Gate to the Zhengyang Gate, then along the Zhengyang Gate Outer Street, Zhushikou Street, and finally rushing to the South City Military Command Yamen.

"Jiang Qingyun, receive the imperial decree and enter the palace immediately."

Jiang Qingyun, who was listening to Wan Chun singing erotic songs in the backyard, was startled and ran out before he could even put on his official robes properly.

"Brothers, what brings you to the palace?"

"Stop talking nonsense, mount up, quick!"

……

Seeing the two of them rushing around, Jiang Qingyun quickly mounted his horse and started riding, then straightened his clothes on the horse.

Horse hooves flew, under the blazing sun.

The palace gates opened one after another.
He reined in his horse and stopped after entering the Meridian Gate, then trotted after two guards.

In front of the Hall of Supreme Harmony.

Jiang Qingyun looked up at the double-eaved hip roof and took a deep breath. He knew his fate had taken another sharp turn at this moment. The officialdom was a one-way street; there was no turning back, no going back. It was either charge headlong into the enemy or crash and burn.

"Summon Jiang Qingyun, Commander of the Southern City Garrison, to the palace," a high-pitched eunuch announced.

The hall was slightly cool.

Dozens of rectangular ice blocks melted silently.

……

After the three prostrations and nine kowtows, the main event finally began.

Hong Chengchou spoke first:
"Jiang Qingyun, the imperial court is preparing to implement a mass smallpox vaccination program in the southern city. Are you willing to take on this important task?"

In an instant, it was like lightning splitting the night sky.

Jiang Qingyun was secretly delighted. "Oh, Lord Hong, you've given me a surprise!"
"Your subject is willing, but my official rank is low, my prestige is limited, and my medical skills are lacking. Firstly, a senior official is needed to oversee things while I handle the affairs. Secondly, the Imperial Medical Academy needs to be present to provide assistance. Thirdly, soldiers and funds are required."

The hall was very quiet.

Everyone was extremely surprised by Jiang Qingyun's overbearing attitude. "Are you crazy or stupid? You dare to take on any job?"
Shunzhi spoke:

"My dear minister, your loyalty and courage are commendable, but do you know how difficult this matter is?"

"I know. But for the sake of the Qing Dynasty and the people, I have no choice but to move forward."

"it is good!"

Shunzhi's face flushed slightly with excitement; such was the passion of a 14-year-old boy.

"Lift your head and let me see."

Jiang Qing adjusted his mindset to "loyal minister mode" as much as possible, and then looked up. You're looking at me, but aren't I looking at you too?

The Empress Dowager was quite beautiful, while the Emperor appeared rather immature.

Xiaozhuang:

"Jiang Qingyun, you have three days. Just tell me what you need. The General of the Plain Yellow Banner, Sony, is stationed in the southern city, but you will have to handle the specific matters in person."

"It's all taken care of. Your future is bright!"

(End of this chapter)