OBS Chapter 947 Encourage
Chapter 947 Encourage
The broth at the bottom of the pot was bone broth, but he was too old to eat spicy food.
The dipping sauce is sesame paste, paired with some chive blossoms; it tastes good with anything.
"You, Old Master Zhou, are living such a carefree life." With just one bite, Physician Xing couldn't help but feel envious.
Old Zhou glanced at him sideways.
“You are in the prime of your life, the age when you should be working hard, you can’t follow my example.”
He's so old, he should be enjoying his retirement.
Physician Xing used to think to himself that even if he couldn't compare to Elder Zhou for the time being, he was still young, and youth meant hope. He believed that one day he would surpass the old man.
However, perhaps it was because he had been in charge of things on his own for so long after becoming the head of the hospital that his heart was worn down and riddled with holes.
"What's the point of trying harder? We're just doctors now, and even as imperial physicians, it's hard to be a pure healer."
Physician Xing couldn't help but sigh.
Ultimately, the Imperial Medical Academy was still under the emperor's control; sometimes, whatever they did and how they did it was done in accordance with his orders.
Being an imperial physician sounds more prestigious than being a doctor outside, after all, you have an official position, but the difficulties involved are real.
One must always be careful in dealing with important people, lest careless words bring trouble upon oneself.
Old Zhou glanced at him, but he only believed half of what he said.
Which doctor in the world doesn't desperately want to become an imperial physician?
Don't be fooled by what Physician Xing says; if you actually ask him to step down and give way to a more capable person, he'll definitely turn on you.
Old Zhou lived a long life, so he saw things clearly.
He knew that being a royal physician had many limitations, unlike other officials, but the benefits of being a royal physician were undeniable.
"Now that you are the head of the academy, if you don't want to be manipulated, you need to take the initiative to plan ahead."
Old Zhou took a sip of tea to moisten his throat, and his words were quite profound.
“Other imperial physicians might be able to think of being pure healers, but the head of the academy cannot.”
"If someone takes the lead in advocating for them, the imperial physicians below will have an easier time."
Physician Xing glanced at the meat on his chopsticks and suddenly realized that Old Master Zhou wasn't planning to let him eat this meat for free.
There is something in this.
His mind, which had been filled with melancholy and wistfulness, vanished, and he became alert.
"The Imperial Medical Academy belongs to His Majesty."
Physician Xing only said this one sentence.
Old Zhou stroked his beard: "The world also belongs to His Majesty."
"But look at it, how often have the three provinces and six ministries fought each other? If you don't take the initiative to fight, you can only go with the flow and do whatever others say."
Physician Xing could no longer eat, so he simply put down his chopsticks and sat up straight.
"I never expected that Elder Zhou would still have such lofty ambitions. How can our Imperial Medical Academy compare with the Three Departments and Six Ministries?"
Old Zhou sighed deeply.
"Because I once served in the Imperial Medical Academy, your current situation is the same as my situation back then."
“If you, as the head of the Imperial Medical Academy, do not plan for the future of the Imperial Medical Academy, and do not seek a way out for doctors all over the world, then those who come after you will probably repeat the mistakes we made.”
Physician Xing remained silent for a long time.
Inside the room, the only sound was the bubbling of soup in the pot, "glug glug".
Physician Xing's heart was like boiling water, scalding and tormented.
Did he not know that the imperial physicians were looked down upon by other officials? Yes, he did. Even though he was the head of the academy, while those people were polite to him on the surface, they were disdainful of him behind his back.
They are clearly doing good deeds by treating the sick and saving lives, yet they are always inexplicably treated as inferior.
But given the state of the world, what could he possibly do?
Going with the flow might lead to some injustices, but at least it's safe.
Physician Xing had many thoughts, but the question he asked was: "What does Elder Zhou think the future holds for our Imperial Medical Academy?"
Old Zhou shook his head.
"I do not know."
"As I get older, I become more timid. I always think that doctors should be able to stand tall and proud in front of others."
Physician Xing pursed his lips. This is timid?
He stared at Old Zhou and realized for the first time that the gap between him and Old Zhou was not only in medical skills, but also in their perspective and vision.
"It will be extremely difficult to realize Mr. Shan Zhou's idea."
"The road is made by walking step by step, so Physician Xing might as well take it one step at a time," Old Zhou said with a smile.
Seeing his expression, Physician Xing knew that he had been planning this for a while.
All of what I said before was just a prelude, meant to stir up his ambition.
Physician Xing rubbed his temples, feeling truly unsettled today, which made him easily fall for the old fox's trick.
"I wonder what insightful opinion Elder Zhou has?" he asked again.
"The imperial physicians of the Imperial Medical Academy, the disciples they have trained have reached the point where they should be given experience. It is certainly beneficial to work as an assistant in the Imperial Medical Academy, but how many patients are there in the palace? And they will not be allowed to handle cases themselves."
Old Master Zhou didn't waste his many years in the Imperial Medical Academy.
As for disciples, they were just assistants in the Imperial Medical Academy, doing things like dispensing and preparing medicine, and it was very difficult for them to get ahead.
When nobles fall ill, who would choose to use a disciple instead of a proper imperial physician?
"In my opinion, rather than letting them languish in the Imperial Hospital, we should send them out to various armies to diagnose and treat the soldiers."
"Military doctors in the army can also learn from them."
Military doctors were mostly recruited from the countryside, and their prescriptions and treatment methods were naturally inferior to those of the successors carefully trained by the imperial physicians.
But military doctors have been in the military for many years and are very experienced, so they must have something that makes them better than the greenhorns.
“Isn’t organizing free clinics for various military camps in the name of the Imperial Medical Academy the first step that the Imperial Medical Academy should take?”
Old Zhou initially had this idea simply to have Fang Nanzhi go to Fang Yin's army for training next spring.
But today, Physician Xing took the initiative to come to him, and he was willing to try a better method.
He also found some helpers for his disciples.
Physician Xing pondered for a long time, but he really couldn't figure out the risks of this step.
The army was chronically short of medical supplies, so when they sent their disciples, the generals wouldn't object.
Because they only treat illnesses and don't try to win people's hearts or interfere in military or political affairs.
The emperor would probably be quite pleased. Sending people from the Imperial Medical Academy to the military camp shows the emperor's consideration for the soldiers.
Physician Xing naturally gained even more trust because he had done this practical thing.
He really couldn't refuse the offer.
"Thank you for your guidance, Elder Zhou. If this matter is settled, will Elder Zhou's apprentice go?"
"nature."
The two exchanged a smile, and it was considered that they had reached a consensus.
After eating and drinking his fill, Physician Xing boarded the carriage and couldn't help but sigh to himself, "Old ginger is spicier."
He was essentially led by the nose by Old Zhou.
Forget it, don’t think about these.
If we are to write a memorial to the emperor, there is still much to be done.
The question is whether the Ministry of Revenue should provide the headcount and the necessary medications, or whether the Ministry of War should purchase them from the Imperial Medical Academy.
They can't possibly provide both personnel and medicine at the Imperial Hospital, can they? The Imperial Hospital is also very poor.
There should also be a time limit for military training.
Physician Xing had to get busy, and he also had to communicate with the other physicians.
Fang Nanzhi was unaware that her master had paved a path for her behind the scenes.
She's been quite busy lately, so early this morning she went to the house that Grandpa Chen Jiu had just bought.