Prime Minister of Great Qin

Chapter 393 Death of Bian Que! (Please subscribe)

Fusu remained silent.

He pondered for a long time and said in a deep voice: "Can this really lead to a new prescription?"

Ji Heng shook his head: "I don't know, I don't know either."

"Maybe, maybe not."

"Since ancient times, prescriptions have been hard to find. If you want to find new prescriptions, you can only start with doctors. The final success or failure depends on fate."

"Something will occur if it belongs to your life, if not, do not push it."

"I can't give you a definite answer."

"The only thing I can give is this method of finding a cure."

Fusu's eyes showed a bit of unwillingness.

He said solemnly: "Is there really no other way?"

Ji Heng shook his head directly.

He looked at the sky with faint eyes. The night curtain had already fallen, and the surroundings were dark. The biting cold wind that blew from time to time also brought waves of chill.

There was a roar outside the house.

He sighed softly: "I know how anxious you are."

"The weather is cold."

"The most grueling and the most difficult."

“But nothing in this world can be achieved overnight.”

"There has to be a process."

"In ancient times there were Shen Nong, Huang Di and Qi Bo, followed by Chang Sang and Bian Que."

"Doctors don't appear suddenly, and the prescriptions for treating diseases and people don't appear suddenly. They are accumulated experience by a large number of doctors in treating diseases and treating people day after day, and then summarized step by step. This is the result of accumulated experience from ancient times to the present.”

"Even so."

"Diseases such as wind-cold, wind-heat, and malaria that have existed for hundreds or thousands of years will still kill countless people once they are infected."

"Medicine is a benevolent skill, and the doctor has a benevolent heart."

"If there was really a way to cure the disease, how could the doctor cherish the broom? The reason why he didn't take it out was not because he didn't want to take it, but because it didn't exist in the world."

"I don't know how the First Emperor is doing."

"But with your eagerness, I'm afraid the First Emperor's situation is not optimistic."

"With the death of Imperial Physician Xia, the level of imperial physicians in Imperial Hospital has declined to a certain extent. But as far as I know, the level of imperial physicians in Qin Imperial Hospital has never been the strongest among the princes."

"It's even more common to be jealous of others."

Fusu frowned.

"Why do you mean this?" He looked puzzled.

It is true that the imperial doctors of the Qin State were not the strongest among the princes since ancient times, but where did this jealousy come from? Why didn't he hear anything?

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Ji Heng was startled for a moment and asked doubtfully: "You only know that King Zhaoxiang studied medicine by himself, but you don't know what kind of medicine he studied?"

Fusu shook his head.

He really didn't know this.

Ji Heng shook his head helplessly and said, "Do you know how Bian Que died?"

Fusu continued to shake his head.

He only knew the names of these people and did not know their specific circumstances.

But when he heard Ji Heng's words, his heart trembled inexplicably, and he said in a solemn voice: "Did he die in Qin?"

Ji Heng nodded.

Fusu's pupils shrank and he said in shock: "How is this possible?"

Ji Heng chuckled and sighed softly: "Bian Que is a great doctor. Many people even compare him with 'Mr. Bian Que' during the Yellow Emperor's time. Therefore, this former Qin surname was from Yue and was a native of Luyi, Qi State. That's why he was respectfully called 'Bian Que'."

"Bian Que has been practicing medicine among the people for a long time and traveled all over the countries of Qi, Zhao, Wei, Zheng and Qin."

"It was just an accident when we were in Qin."

"In the first year of King Wu of the Qin Dynasty (310 BC), Bian Que was practicing medicine near Mount Laoshan. He was jealous of the Qin imperial physician Li Mi and set up an ambush to assassinate him."

"And the 'clinical records' accumulated by Bian Que during his lifetime of medical practice fell into the hands of Imperial Physician Qin."

"King Qin Zhaoxiang knew about this, so he always maintained a prejudice against Qin's imperial doctors. He was also worried that these imperial doctors would harm him, so he took the 'clinical records' accumulated by Bian Que throughout his life and taught himself."

"It's because of Bian Que's 'clinical records'."

"The level of Qin Imperial Physician has gradually improved."

"But even with the 'clinical records' of Bian Que's decades of practice in hand, nearly a hundred years later, no one has reached Bian Que's height, or even reached it. All the imperial doctors are just gnawing at what Bian Que left behind. He has not made any progress at his 'old capital', nor has he accumulated as much medical experience as Bian Que."

“Within the high walls are barriers.”

“It’s not just trapping people, it’s trapping everything.”

"Doctors from ancient times to the present have come from the folk and gone to the folk. How can they learn any real medical skills by simply studying some 'clinical books'? They are just painting the skin of a tiger."

"Perhaps in your eyes."

"If you keep some famous and well-educated imperial doctors around you, if someone in the palace gets sick in the future, they will be cured to the greatest extent possible. But how many people have these imperial doctors who were 'raised' in the palace healed in their lifetime? How many patients have you seen, how many prescriptions have you prescribed, and how much experience can you accumulate?”

"Shen Nong tastes all kinds of herbs."

"Bian Que's medical practice has traveled all over the world."

"This has become a great medical family. Even figures like Shennong and Bian Que have to go out and learn from folk experience. Are the talents of these imperial doctors in the palace higher than those of Shennong and Bian Que?"

"Just some poor birds in a cage, how can they be called famous doctors."

"I searched through medical books, but not a single word came from them."

"Such an imperial doctor can treat some minor illnesses according to the script, but if he wants to cure difficult and complicated diseases, or multiple illnesses, he can't hope to do so. This is not necessarily due to talent, but to experience, and even more so. to your identity.”

"Folk doctors may not have better medical skills than them."

"But he must have more experience than them."

"They have a lot of theory, but no chance to practice it, let alone any chance to verify it. They are just a group of wealthy birds trapped in a cage and raised for the royal family."

"The healers are the ones who go out!"

"I know that as a powerful person, my own interests are more important, and I can never let them go, so I can only choose a compromise and open a hospital in the city so that the imperial doctors and local doctors can treat them together. If there are any problems, they can By focusing on discussion, we can implement the contents of a large number of medical books into practice step by step, and we can continue to accumulate and introduce new ones."

"When enough is accumulated, a 'new prescription' will come out."

"It was the Qin imperial physician Li Mi who killed Bian Que in ambush, and then the Qin Dynasty was just repaying the consequences of that year."

"If you don't believe it."

"You can go to Yushi Zhongcheng and ask."

"Why did Bian Que die? You can also ask whether the 'clinical books' written by Bian Que during his lifetime of practice are in the Qin Palace."

Fusu was stunned and speechless.

Seeing Ji Heng speak so calmly, he already understood that this matter was probably true.

I just don’t know how Ji Heng knew.

What was the cause then is the result today.

The Qin doctor killed Bian Que and ended the medical lineage because

Now the First Emperor is ill, but no doctor can cure it. This is the result.

All of this may be your own fault.

Fusu bowed his hands and said, "Fusu understands. Tomorrow Fusu will report this matter to the court, and will grant permission to open a medical clinic in the city. All the imperial doctors in the palace will be allowed to go."

"The reason why Doctor Qin killed Bian Que back then, now Doctor Qin must pay back one by one."

"in addition."

"Fusu will also offer a reward of a hundred gold to encourage local doctors to come to Xianyang to exchange experiences with the imperial doctors in the palace. If there is an opportunity, he will even build hospitals one by one in the 42 counties in the world." "It will also be revealed that there will be several medical colleges above the primary school to train qualified doctors for the world."

"What do you think, sir?"

Ji Heng shook his head.

Fusu frowned, looking puzzled.

Ji Heng said solemnly: "Money is a good thing, but money cannot buy a doctor."

"Medicine is a benevolent skill, and the doctor has a benevolent heart."

"If you seriously promulgate this order, there will probably be very few doctors who come to Xianyang, or even avoid it, for fear that the world will think that they are greedy for money, and you will also ruin the reputation of doctors."

"It is true that doctors do not seek fame."

“But if you lose your reputation, wouldn’t you be harming others?”

Fusu was startled.

He broke out in a cold sweat and said quickly: "It's Fusu who didn't think carefully."

Ji Heng said lightly: "It's easy for doctors to make money. If they really want money, there is no need to come to Xianyang. Compared with money, they are more willing to see the court's sincerity and learn from experience, and this sincerity is not money. What can be measured are medical books. You only need to write on them that you can read the medical books related to Xianyang, and cite the 'clinical books' left by Bian Que, and doctors all over the world will definitely flock to them."

Fusu nodded.

Ji Heng added: "There may be really famous doctors among the people."

"For these famous local doctors, the imperial court should not force them to stay, let alone insist on keeping them. They should only be given the name of imperial doctors and allowed to continue to practice medicine in the local area. However, when the imperial court needs them, they must rush to Xianyang for treatment as soon as possible. , or let him practice medicine in Xianyang Hospital, and he must not do anything reckless."

"And today the world is destroyed."

"Qin Zhi Tai Hospital is the only orthodox hospital in the world."

"If you can bear the name of an imperial doctor, it will be of great benefit to local famous doctors and practice medicine in the local area. They will be very useful. As for money and things, they can be used as additional rewards and do not need to be written down as a title."

"As a nominal imperial physician, you also enjoy a certain salary."

"Using medical books as bait, using the name of imperial physician, and communicating with famous doctors all over the world, we have been able to attract enough doctors to come, and there is no time limit. This is very attractive to doctors all over the world. "

"So talking too much about money is vulgar."

"Just a few strokes."

heard.

Fusu was thoughtful.

He took a deep look at Ji Heng and bowed respectfully.

He is grateful from the heart.

these years.

He was busy with political affairs and worried about finances.

I have gradually forgotten my original intention.

He also subconsciously used money to clear the way, but Ji Heng's words made him wake up. To manage the world, money is indeed needed to stabilize the government, but money may not be suitable for hundreds of families.

Baijia is a very special existence.

What they are fighting for is reputation.

What I seek is the inheritance of my own school of thought.

The Bai Jia also don't like to be restrained, and the solution given by Ji Heng may be the correct attitude of the court towards the Bai Jia, but before that, the Bai Jia must bow their heads and admit that Da Qin is the king of the world. host.

otherwise

Great Qin will not relax even a little bit towards Baijia.

Fusu said: "Thank you sir for reminding me. Fusu has taken note of it."

"After listening to Mr. Fusu's words, Fusu has calmed down. The prescription cannot be forced. If he does not have enough medical experience, how can he possibly come up with a suitable prescription? Fusu is just wishful thinking."

"Fusu came here this time to ask for something else."

"Tell me." Ji Heng said.

When the words came to his mouth, Fusu hesitated a little, struggled a little, and said with a wry smile: "Fusu has a son, who is eleven years old. He is at the age of studying. Fusu wants him to study under his knees."

A word fell.

The house suddenly became quiet.

Fusu didn't speak again and waited quietly for Ji Heng's reply.

Ji Heng's face darkened slightly.

His eyes kept scanning Fusu's body.

a long time.

Ji Hengcai said: "Do you know what this means?"

Fusu trembled slightly, cupped his hands and said: "Fusu knows, but Fusu is self-aware and does not have the lofty ambitions of his father. He only wants to make the world peaceful. Fusu no longer dares to have his own ideas, but my son But it shouldn’t be like this. I know that my father is afraid of my husband, but I believe that my husband, just as he taught me back then, let Hu Hai and I have our own sense of independence."

"I believe that your husband can also educate him well."

"If you don't succeed."

"Please sir, be more lenient."

Ji Heng shook his head and said calmly: "I don't know how to educate people."

"The only things I can teach him are making money, rice, oil and salt, and chopping firewood to feed the chickens. I can't teach other things, and I'm not suitable. The only thing I can teach him is the "Yu Shu" compiled by Mr. Gongzi Gao."

"These are enough." Fusu nodded.

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"Okay." Ji Heng nodded.

Fusu looked happy and said gratefully: "Thank you sir."

Ji Heng's face was calm, and he didn't seem to take this to heart. He just said, "Fusu, do you still remember the agreement I made when I proposed the 'Guan Shan Hai' for you."

Fusu frowned.

Ji Heng said slowly: "I want one ten thousandth of the commercial tax on salt and iron as reward."

Fusu said: "Fusu naturally understands."

"Sir, do you need money now?"

Ji Heng shook his head and said calmly: "I just want to remind you that I still have a sum of money with you, or in Da Qin. I will use this money in the future."

"In fact, you already know where it is used."

Fusu frowned.

Then he seemed to think of something and nodded slowly.

Ji Heng added: "I won't get involved. Everything will be done in the name of the court. It's not now. When I save a little more money from making plans, I might start working on it."

"Fusu knows." Fusu said.

"It's getting late, it's time for me to rest." Ji Heng yawned and slowly walked towards the back room, then said: "As for your son, whenever you are free, just ask him to come over."

"I always."

"Okay." Fusu nodded.

The fire in the house was still burning.

However, no new firewood was added, and the fire was no longer as strong as before. It burned for a while, and with the whistling sound of the cold wind through the window, the fire in the house was completely extinguished.

The warm house gradually became colder.

The house was also empty.

Fusu's figure has long since disappeared in the snow, and Ji Heng's figure has also disappeared in the lobby. Only the mulberry trees standing in the courtyard still have some stubbornness, fighting against the wind and snow tenaciously, as if they are about to Fight to the end with this cold sky.

But under the howling cold wind, the already broken chess cloth was directly broken.

(End of this chapter)