A family of loyal martyrs, starting with nine wives to continue the family line.

When Xie Daoning slammed a stack of medical records on the table, all the senior doctors in the hospital looked up.

"Esteemed seniors, we have not invited you here today to treat any wealthy or powerful family."

Her cuffs still smelled of medicine, and her complexion was better than a few days ago, but the fatigue in her eyes hadn't completely faded.

"I want you to stay and teach."

The hall fell silent.

An old doctor with a white beard frowned.

"Madam Xie, I have practiced medicine for forty years, traveling through thirteen provinces, saving villages plagued by plague and rescuing refugees from famine. To ask me to stay in the capital to teach disciples is tantamount to imprisoning me!"

Someone nearby nodded in agreement.

"A doctor should travel the world. Patients are on the road, not in this courtyard."

Xie Daoning did not immediately refute.

She knew these elderly people weren't afraid of hardship.

Those who are truly afraid of hardship will not carry a medicine kit and walk through chaotic times for decades.

But it is precisely because they are so stubborn that they are difficult to persuade.

How many people can a doctor save in a year with just his two hands?

one hundred?

one thousand?

But now Xinwu is conscripting a million new soldiers, there are millions of refugees in Huangjincheng, and Weinan has just been pacified. Military camps, soup kitchens, epidemics, knife wounds, and arrow wounds are all piling up.

They can't save them by carrying their medicine kits one by one.

There's really no way to save them.

Xie Daoning opened the first medical case book and pushed it in front of everyone.

"This is the wounded soldiers' register from the Battle of Pingyang."

The white-bearded old doctor glanced down and stopped pointing.

"The arrow wound was not removed in time, it festered and caused high fever, leading to death."

Xie Daoning turned another page.

"The severed arm bled profusely, and the bleeding could not be stopped in time, resulting in death."

Turn it over again.

"The abdominal wound was not stitched up, the intestines were exposed, and he died."

She turned the pages one by one, her voice not loud, but enough to silence everyone in the room.

"Half of these people did not die on the spot."

Xie Daoning looked up, his eyes a little red, but his tone was very steady.

"They died after they were carried down. There was no one who knew how to stop the bleeding, no one who knew how to clean the wounds, and no one who knew which water was safe to drink and which water would cause diarrhea in the entire camp."

The white-bearded old doctor's lips moved.

Xie Daoning looked at him.

"Your predecessor practiced medicine throughout your life, saving countless lives. But if you stayed, you could train fifty military doctors in six months, and a hundred in a year. With one military doctor serving a battalion, how many people could you save?"

She paused for a moment.

"Even if you walk your whole life, you can't save a million soldiers."

One of the younger doctors in the hall couldn't help but say:

"But those hastily trained doctors may have rudimentary medical skills; what if they cause someone's death?"

Xie Daoning nodded.

"meeting."

The man was stunned.

Xie Daoning said, "That's why I don't teach them to be miracle doctors. I only teach them to drag people back from the battlefield."

She picked up a strip of cloth and tied it around her wrist.

"Stop the bleeding."

She picked up the needle and thread again.

"Sew it up".

Then he pointed to the medicine box next to him.

"Wound cleaning, sterilization, cloth boiling, wound diagnosis, severity classification, isolation from infectious diseases, and decoction of antipyretics."

Her voice gradually turned cold.

"Knowing these things won't save everyone. But it can prevent those who should live from dying on straw mats."

The white-bearded old doctor stared at the book of wounded soldiers, remaining silent for a long time.

He has seen too many dead people in his life.

But this booklet is different.

Behind each line of names are people who could have lived but did not.

This is even more frustrating than the fact that it can't be cured.

The white-bearded old doctor finally looked up.

"Madam Xie, if I stay, what will I teach?"

Xie Daoning handed over a thin booklet of regulations.

"First teach how to stop bleeding, bandage, identify poison, reduce fever, and boil water."

Another old doctor snorted.

"Is this what you call medical skill?"

Xie Daoning looked at him.

"On the battlefield, that's what life is all about."

The old doctor choked, his beard twitched, and finally he cursed.

"Alright, I'll teach you."

Once someone spoke up, things relaxed.

"I teach bone injuries."

"I can treat knife wounds."

"I've seen malaria. If war breaks out in the south, I'll go."

"I won't go to the front lines, I'm too old, but I can train apprentices in the hospital."

Xie Daoning finally breathed a sigh of relief.

What she feared most after holding on for so long wasn't that no one would come, but that these people only wanted to be solitary healers and were unwilling to break down their skills into the simplest methods to pass on to others.

But what Xinwu needs now is not a famous doctor.

They are military doctors who can be used in large numbers.

Outside the door, Wei Zhao listened for a long time before pushing the door open and coming in.

Everyone in the hall immediately knelt down.

"deliver an imperial order."

Wei Zhao's voice was calm, but every word was spoken clearly.

"The newly established military medical department is under the overall coordination of the Medical Academy, with Xie Daoning as its chief officer."

"Each battalion must be equipped with a military doctor; one hundred men should be assigned to a first aid unit, one thousand men to a medical tent, and ten thousand men to a medical camp."

"Military doctors who accompany the army on campaigns are entitled to military status and their records are recorded. Saving one seriously wounded soldier earns a minor merit. Controlling an epidemic for one battalion earns a major merit. Those who die in battle are compensated according to the standards for combat soldiers."

The old doctors in the hall suddenly looked up.

They didn't expect that.

Doctors can also be enlisted in the military.

Saving lives can also earn you merit.

Looking at their expressions, Wei Zhao knew very well what this decree would change.

In the past, doctors followed the army and were simply temporary laborers.

When something goes wrong, no one cares; when someone dies, no one remembers. No matter how much you do, you're just a "military doctor."

This doesn't work.

If you want people to risk their lives for you, you have to give them a title, money, and provisions for their funeral.

The new regime cannot criticize the old regime as rotten while continuing to treat its saviors like dirt.

The white-bearded old doctor's throat moved.

"Your Majesty, is saving lives considered a military achievement?"

Wei Zhao looked at him.

"Of course it counts."

He pointed to the list of wounded soldiers.

"They are the men who fight for me. By rescuing them, you are essentially seizing troops for me."

The white-bearded old doctor's eyes suddenly reddened.

"This old man... obeys the decree."

three days later.

Outside the hospital, the first batch of military doctors lined up with their medicine kits on their backs.

The quality varies greatly.

Some people even tied the straps on their medicine boxes crookedly.

Shang Wanqing stood to the side, watched for a long time, and couldn't help but frown.

"The medicine box is too flimsy; an arrow will pierce through it easily."

Xie Daoning was taken aback.

Shang Wanqing had already turned around and given instructions to the craftsmen.

"The outer layer is reinforced with thin wooden strips, and the inside is divided into compartments. Hemostatic cloths, scalpels, needles and thread, and medicinal powders must not be mixed. The stretcher must be foldable, so that two people can carry it or one person can drag it."

Wei Zhao's lips twitched upon hearing this.

it is good.

The weapons fanatic even takes medicine boxes.

But she's right. The battlefield is in such chaos that if you search the medicine box, you'll be in big trouble.

Su Qingyun walked over with the account book in her hand.

"The first batch of funds and provisions for the military medical department has been allocated. However, there is a shortage of medicinal herbs, and several pharmaceutical merchants in the capital are trying to raise prices."

Wei Zhao looked at her.

Su Qingyun smiled.

"Li Huai has already passed away."

Wei Zhao immediately felt reassured.

Those pharmaceutical companies should know what's good for them.

If they don't know their place, Li Huai will show them what it means to be cured instantly.

Xie Daoning walked up to Wei Zhao, having changed into a plain-colored short robe suitable for riding, with his medicine chest hanging on the side of his horse.

"Your Majesty, the first batch of 327 military medical personnel, who have treated 1,400 wounded soldiers, are ready to depart with the army today."

Wei Zhao looked at her and frowned slightly.

"Are you going too?"

Xie Daoning nodded.

"The military medical department has just been established. If I don't go, there will be no one to keep order on the front lines."

Wei Zhao wanted to say that you had just delivered Tuoba Yue's baby and your body hadn't fully recovered yet.

The words were on the tip of his tongue, but he swallowed them back.

He knows Xie Daoning too well.

She looks gentle, but she's anything but soft-hearted.

Tuoba Yue desperately wanted to prove that she was a member of the Wei family, and Xie Daoning was no different.

But her weapon wasn't a long sword; it was a silver needle, a prescription, and a hand that pulled wounded soldiers back from the pile of dead.

Wei Zhao could not keep her confined in the capital.

That's not protecting her, that's torturing her.

Liu Jingshuang donned her armor, mounted her horse, and glanced at the military medical team.

"Stay close to the central army on the road. If attacked, protect the medicine kits first; if the medicine kits are lost, even if people are alive, they cannot be saved."

Huo Qingluan added a sentence.

"The medical camp is located upwind, away from the ditch. The sick camp is separated; anyone who dares to wander off will be dealt with according to military law."

The faces of several young doctors in the military medical team turned pale.

Xie Daoning nodded.

"Write it down."

Wei Zhao mounted his horse and glanced back at the capital.

Wei Xuan is still in the palace, Tuoba Yue has not fully recovered, Su Qingyun has to manage the military merit system, Fang Fuyao has to keep an eye on the imperial examination regulations, and Li Huai is still cutting off the outstretched hands of the aristocratic families.

He cannot stay any longer.

In Guiping, Han Dashan and Zhou Laodao have joined forces.

The new recruits forcibly conscripted by the rebel kings are rotting away in the camps, while the new army, the merit-based system, and the medical department of the new regime are growing bones one by one.

This is how the imperial court should be.

It can kill.

It can also save lives.

Wei Zhao raised his hand.

"Let's set off."

The carriages and horses began to move.

The military medical team was sandwiched between the central army, and a new flag was raised, with only two characters on a black background and white lettering.

Medical camp.