Prime Minister of Great Qin

Chapter 394 In Wansi Year, I was blessed by heaven! (Please subscribe)

A week later.

This is the cold winter season.

There was a bit more life in Xianyang City.

The middle section of Changyang Street was originally a tavern, but now it has been renovated into a medical clinic.

Right in front of the medical center, there was a wooden sign that read "Six Incurables". At this time, a long queue had already formed outside the medical center, and many citizens in the city wanted to go inside to find out.

Especially in recent days, there have been rumors.

This medical center is different from the ones in the past. The imperial doctors from the palace attend the treatment, and not just one. All the imperial physicians in the palace will continue to treat people's diseases in this medical center in the future, but they only The person who prescribes the prescription is not responsible for filling the medicine. To fill the medicine, they need to go to another pharmacy to purchase it themselves.

even so.

There is still an endless stream of city residents coming and going on weekdays.

After all, this is an imperial doctor.

The imperial doctors who treat princes, ministers, and emperors. Now that the emperor is benevolent and righteous, he allows these imperial doctors to go out and treat these mud-legged people. Isn't this a great gift? Even if they are not sick, many people want to go to the medical clinic to have a look, as if they are enjoying the emperor's luck.

Outside the hospital.

A young man in brocade uniform looked at the medical center curiously.

There were several people following him.

However, the young man seemed to be quite unhappy with the people following him. He just couldn't get away, so he could only let them follow him, but he also deliberately kept a certain distance between them and him.

His eyes fell on the wooden sign that said 'Six Bu Zhi'.

This is what Bian Que proposed as the ‘Six No Treatments’. ’

First, those who rely on power and are arrogant and domineering will not be treated; second, those who are greedy for money and do not care about their lives will not be treated; third, those who overeat and eat irregularly will not be treated; fourth, those who are seriously ill and do not seek medical treatment early will not be treated; fifth, those who are physically ill will not be treated. Those who are too weak to take medicine will not be treated; sixthly, those who believe in witchcraft and do not believe in medicine will not be treated.

Originally, there was a lot of controversy in the city when this incident happened.

As soon as someone revealed that this was what Bian Que said, all doubts suddenly stopped.

Instead there was a burst of applause.

Now this medical center has been open for several days, and doctors are there day and night to treat patients. People come to treat patients every day. The bustle in front of the door is not inferior to that of the Di shop in the bustling period. There are even people Nothing less.

People in the city are full of praise for this.

They all thought it was benevolent government.

now.

A middle-aged man in his forties, wearing gray clothes, stood in front of the door. He stood on tiptoe and looked at the dozen wooden boards hanging in the room, which recorded the names of the imperial doctors who were ill today. It records the medical practice, professional expertise, mentorship, and past diagnosis and treatment results of the imperial physician. It also gives examples of several cases of treatment and recovery, so that patients who come to see the doctor can have a clearer and more intuitive understanding of the relevant doctors.

The man in gray clothes nodded slightly.

He quite agrees with this intuitive wooden sign.

But compared to these, he was more curious about how the imperial physician in the palace would record it.

This is important for healers.

and.

Judging from the news heard from outside.

The Qin people had obtained Bian Que's medical books, which should have greatly improved the 'clinical records'. However, he was not sick himself and did not want to go in and waste the patient's time, so he kept waiting outside.

at last.

A patient came out after seeing his doctor.

The man in gray clothes walked over, bowed and said: "This little brother, I was in Chengyangqing, and he was also a doctor. The elders in my family are related to the late Dr. Xia. They came to Xianyang this time because they wanted to I’m here to see the old doctor off. I’ve seen a medical clinic set up in the city these days, and I’m quite curious about the treatment methods. I wonder if I can find out more from you.”

I heard that Gongcheng Yangqing was a doctor.

The dark-skinned man, who was still a little displeased at first, quickly smiled, cupped his hands and said, "You can just ask."

"How do these imperial doctors in the room record your medical records?"

The dark-skinned man smiled and said with approval: "That's really a lot of questions, such as name, age, gender, occupation, nationality, symptoms, name of disease, diagnosis, cause of disease, these are almost all asked, and there are all Write it down, it seems that you need to record the treatment, efficacy, prognosis, etc. in the follow-up, which is a lot anyway.”

"But I have to say that he is an imperial physician."

"The question is really detailed."

"The prescription is also different. The man next door to me, after taking the medicine prescribed by the imperial doctor, was originally going to die, but in the past few days he seems to have come back to life. This is truly a miracle doctor."

A compliment for a dark man.

Gongcheng Yangqing didn't care and silently wrote down the medical record format the man mentioned in his mind.

After several inquiries, I had to sigh.

The people of Qin are indeed open-minded and generous.

Not stingy.

Not only were they willing to put these highly skilled imperial doctors in the private sector for private treatment, but they also generously shared the format of their medical records, which many doctors in the past cherished.

If you can get this 'diagnostic bookkeeper', you can learn a lot of medical experience.

This is truly benefiting all people in the world.

Gongcheng Yangqing raised his head and glanced at the Daqin Medical Center above his head, then turned around and left.

The excitement outside the hospital did not stop.

It's also continuing.

With the presence of imperial doctors day after day, the enthusiasm of the people in the city subsided. However, due to word of mouth among the Qin people, this Da Qin Medical Clinic had already become famous all over the world, and it also fell into the ears of doctors all over the world.

at the same time.

The news announced at the same time as this medical clinic also spread to the world.

It attracted the attention of many doctors.

West City.

The young man in brocade clothes was waiting outside respectfully.

look steadily forward.

There is no arrogance at all.

And this time he finally got rid of those attendants.

Although it has nothing to do with him.

The young man bowed his head respectfully towards the closed door and said loudly: "Ying Sinian, a descendant of the Great Qin clan, has come to the master's place to study on his father's orders. Please open the door, sir."

The house is quiet.

There was no sound.

The young man frowned, looking a little confused.

It seems that no one in the room heard it.

He read it again loudly.

The house was still quiet, and no one opened the door.

now.

Snowflakes were already falling in the sky, and the young man's cheeks were red from the cold. He shook his legs subconsciously, but the young man was alert and quickly realized that it was probably not because the people in the room didn't hear him, but because he deliberately didn't open the door.

In this regard.

The young man looked a little unhappy.

But thinking of his father's instructions when he arrived, he immediately calmed down and continued to stand respectfully outside the door.

The snow is falling harder and harder.

The young man's feet even sank into the snow.

His teeth were chattering from the cold at the moment, his legs were trembling, and his hands were hidden in his sleeves, rubbing them constantly, trying to retain some warmth. But even so, he still had no idea of ​​leaving. He did not dare to disobey his father's words, let alone I don't want to disappoint my father.

This Mr. Ji, he did not dare to offend.

This is a person that even his father and even his grandfather respect. As a junior, how can I dare to be disrespectful at all?

The boy continued to stand in the snow.

The snow is already a foot deep.

The young man huddled together due to the cold.

However, as a descendant of the clan, his clothes are not thin. However, the cold weather is really unbearable, and his hands and feet are cold. Even so, this is the biggest hardship that Ying Si Nian has suffered in the past eleven years.

usually.

No matter how strict my father was, he would never punish me corporally like this.

Just when Ying Sinian started to breathe uncontrollably and stomped his feet harder and harder, a strong wind blew in. The cold Ying Sinian sucked in the cold air, and at the same time, it also blew the closed door open a crack.

See this.    Ying Sinian was a little stunned.

He stood outside the house, looked at the cracked door, and then looked around himself.

finally.

Still couldn't hold on.

Carefully entered the room.

The courtyard is quiet.

The layout is very simple. There are no landscape courtyards in the palace, no long corridors, and no eunuchs and maids around. There is only long-term silence and tranquility.

Ying Sinian looked at it for a few times, rubbed his hands, touched his red ears, and walked towards the lobby.

The door to the lobby was ajar.

There was a strong fire inside, illuminating the hall brightly.

Unusually warm.

Just by being close to the door, Ying Sinian felt a warmth.

He carefully glanced inside through the crack in the door. The furnishings inside were very simple, with just two large cases and two recliners. One was empty, and a fair-skinned young man was lying on the other recliner, but he was sleeping soundly at this time. , there is a pot of hot water on the fire in the house, it has already boiled, and it is gurgling at the moment.

Hesitate a little.

The young man crept into the house.

He went to the big case aside and sat down with his legs together.

And dare not make a sound.

It's just that his eyes looked at it more curiously.

Everything in front of him seemed quite novel to him.

After staying in the palace for a long time, even leaving the palace once was very exciting for him.

There are only very few opportunities to get permission.

Although this house was not as big or spacious as the palace he lived in, and there was no one waiting on him all the time, and there were almost no furnishings. It was extremely simple, but he was still full of curiosity.

When he looked around the entire room and turned his attention to the mysterious and scheming Mr. Ji, he suddenly found a pair of eyes staring at him.

Ying Sinian couldn't help but be startled.

He trembled with fear and quickly buried his head.

See this.

Ji Heng was speechless.

Are you that scary?

Ji Heng said calmly: "There is a blanket on the side. You can use it to cover yourself. I don't have the rules in the palace. I can be as comfortable as I want. There is tea and wine. If you want to drink, you can get it and pour it yourself. That lounge chair , if you want to lie down, just go and use it, my main thing here is to do whatever you want, without restrictions."

Ying Sinian was startled.

Then he quickly said: "Young man, I remember."

But there was no action.

Ji Heng didn't care and asked, "What's your name?"

The young man said respectfully: "Ying Si Nian."

"Sinian." Ji Heng lowered his eyebrows and thought for a moment, then nodded slowly: "It comes from "The Book of Songs, Daya Xiawu"."

"Zhaozi came to promise to bring his ancestor Wu. In the year of Wansi, he will be blessed by heaven."

"Received blessings from heaven, congratulations from all directions. In the year of Wansi, there will be no help."

"It seems that Fusu has high expectations for you."

The young man showed a hint of embarrassment and whispered: "It was caused by my grandfather."

"The First Emperor?" Ji Heng had a strange look on his face.

The young man nodded.

Ji Heng glanced at the young man indifferently, and said teasingly: ""The Book of Songs" praises King Wu of Zhou for his saintly virtues and his ability to inherit the achievements of the previous kings, and these two sentences related to your name are indeed my best wishes to you. High hopes.”

"Fusu was really not very good at that time."

Ying Sinian smiled awkwardly and did not dare to answer the question.

Ji Heng didn't say much about this and said calmly: "Do you know why Fusu asked you to come here?"

Ying Sinian looked solemn, bowed his little hands respectfully and said, "I want you to learn some worldly truths and understand some knowledge from your husband."

Ji Heng shook his head.

"That's what your father said."

"Don't take it seriously."

"I just talk about the world, how can I understand the truth?"

"The only thing I understand is to let you learn to be independent. When you go back today, tell Fusu that you will be living here for the next few months and ask him not to come over if he has nothing to do."

"Ah." The young man said in surprise.

Ji Heng continued: "What you do here is very simple. Help me wash and cook, boil water, go to the backyard to feed pigs and chickens, or take time to go to the market to buy some salt, meat and vegetables." For the rest of the time, just read by yourself. If you don’t understand anything, just ask me."

"But try not to ask."

"It costs me money to give lectures."

"It's expensive."

Hear what Ji Heng said.

Ying Sinian was stunned.

Washing and cooking, chopping wood for fire, feeding pigs and chickens?

Yourself?

He was a little dizzy.

Ji Heng frowned and said in a solemn voice: "Don't want to?"

Ying Si Nian nodded thoughtfully, then quickly shook his head.

Ji Heng snorted coldly and said disdainfully: "It's good to let you do things, but Hu Hai is not here now. When Hu Hai comes, sometimes it may not be your turn."

"Uncle Ji did it before?" Ying Sinian was a little stunned.

It shouldn't be.

But he remembered that his Uncle Ji was very spoiled, would he really stoop down to do these things?

This was completely beyond his imagination.

"He is more diligent than you think." Ji Heng said deceptively.

Ying Sinian nodded confusedly.

Ji Heng nodded, he looked away, covered himself with a blanket, and said calmly: "The weather is cold, it's not suitable to be active today. Take a look at the fire. If the fire is too small, go to the side yard to remove the firewood. Fill it in."

"I'll take a nap first."

Done.

Ji Heng closed his eyes.

Ignore the confused Ying Sinian completely.

Ying Sinian sat at the table blankly, a little at a loss.

It was the first time he was treated like this.

just feel.

I am not taken seriously.

It’s not even that he wasn’t taken seriously, it was that he wasn’t taken to heart at all.

Ying Sinian just sat in the room in a daze all afternoon. When the sun set, he walked out of the room in a daze. He didn't know what he had done today, and he felt like he had spent the whole afternoon in a trance.

The carriage returning to the palace had its bells jingling.

The boy's confusion cannot be awakened.

at the same time.

As the carriage drove slowly towards the palace, a figure quietly appeared in the heavy snow. He looked at the direction of the carriage with cold eyes, with a cold light in his eyes, and sneered: "Fusu, you are planning your successor now. It’s a matter of fact, but it’s still unclear who will take the position of Qin II in the end.”

"I, Zhao Gao, will not give up so easily."

"I won't allow Hu Hai to give up either!"

(End of this chapter)