"This?" Fan Zhongjie was stunned when he heard this.
This was actually a bit beyond his expectation.
This is the Prime Minister of the Tingtui Cabinet. It would be fine if you were not in the court, Your Majesty. But now you are clearly in the court and don't preside over the Tingtui. Why don't you actually attend?
Is it possible that from now on I will really stop asking about government affairs?
Is it possible that from now on all government affairs will really fall under the cabinet?
Is it possible that the Ming Dynasty really wants to rule from the ground up?
Will the long-cherished wish of civil servants for two hundred years really come true?
Happiness came so suddenly, which made Fan Zhongjie a little confused.
After a long while, Fan Zhongjie said again: "Your Majesty, I am really scared here..."
"There is nothing to be afraid of." Chongzhen said calmly, "I said that I will no longer interfere with government affairs. The same goes for recommending the Prime Minister of the Cabinet. You just follow the procedures."
To put it bluntly, as far as the current situation is concerned, Chongzhen really doesn't care who joins the cabinet.
Because no matter who joins the cabinet, they can't change the outcome of Lu Zhenfei becoming the chief minister.
As long as Lu Zhenfei is still the chief minister, no matter how bad the situation in the court is, it will not be much worse, at least it will not collapse to the point where he, Chongzhen, will need to step forward to clean up the mess.
So, what are you doing with your idle mind?
It's better to simply promote your style and give yourself enough face.
Chongzhen really didn't ask if he said he wouldn't ask, but Fan Zhongjie didn't dare not ask for instructions.
Because no one could predict Chongzhen's thoughts, it only took a few days for Jie Xuelong to slip and fall into a well.
At that moment, Fan Zhongjie took out a memorial from his sleeve and said: "Your Majesty, our Ministry of Officials has drafted a list of candidates, including Wang Duo, the former Minister of Rites, Zhang Shenyan, the censor of Youdu, Meng Zhaoxiang, the current Minister of Rites, and Jijiu, the former Imperial Academy.
There are four people named Qian Qianyi who are also ministers of the Ministry of Rites, and I also ask the Holy One to select three people among them in preparation for today's court recommendation."
Ma Mingluan, who was opposite him, immediately gave Fan Zhongjie a thumbs up, expressing great appreciation for the actions of his fellow-year-old.
This is the attitude that an imperialist official should have. The Holy One said that he would not interfere with government affairs. That is because he is noble and honorable, and he is trying to save the dignity of officials like us. But as an official, how can we not ask the Holy One for instructions when encountering major events?
He even dares not to consult His Majesty on important matters such as the appointment of Prime Minister to the Cabinet. Is this an attempt to rebel?
But Chongzhen waved his hand and said, "If I select candidates, wouldn't it mean that I have usurped the power of the official department? Fan Qing, I am at ease with you. Just do it with confidence and boldness, and don't be afraid of making mistakes."
"Yes, I understand." Fan Zhongjie bowed to Chongzhen and bowed to the ground.
At this point, Fan Zhongjie already had the confidence in his heart that the Holy One really delegated power.
If that's the case, there's nothing to worry about, just follow the rules.
Watching Fan Zhongjie leave, Chongzhen said again: "That's it for today's discussion, everyone should go back."
Ma Mingluan, Ruan Dacheng, Zheng Sen and others all stood up to leave. Fu Shan was stopped when he wanted to follow suit.
"Fu Shan, don't leave in a hurry." Chongzhen waved and said, "I still have something to discuss with you alone."
"Yes." Fu Shan bowed, then stood up and stood respectfully to one side, watching his colleagues leave Yilun Hall.
Chongzhen adjusted his sitting posture slightly and said: "I have read the catalog of medical textbooks you compiled for the Imperial College. It is very well written, not bad!"
"Your Majesty, I must not take credit for this matter." Fu Shan said hurriedly, "I just imitated the Compendium of Materia Medica, first listed the drugs, then the prescriptions, and finally listed the various symptoms and surgical procedures recorded in the medical books of the past dynasties. When it was copied into the catalog, I just copied it and I really didn’t dare to take credit for the size.”
"Fu Qing, you don't need to be modest." Chongzhen said with a smile, "The fact that you divided medical skills into internal medicine and surgery in the medical textbook catalog is enough to impress me."
Fu Shandao: "Your Majesty, in fact, medical skills should be divided into internal medicine, surgery and gynecology and children's medicine. Because the physical constitution of women and children is very different from that of adults, and the treatment of symptoms is also completely different, so it should be listed as a separate department."
Chongzhen laughed dumbly and said to himself that he almost forgot that you, Fu Shan, are a master of gynecology.
At that moment, Chongzhen said again: "Chinese medical skills are extensive and profound, and countless doctors have collected them over thousands of years.
They have invented countless miraculous prescriptions and summed up countless experiences. However, it is a pity that the vast majority of doctors keep their own secrets and are unwilling to teach others the prescriptions and experiences they have discovered for free. After all, they will teach their apprentices to starve to death. Master."
"The true words of the Holy One hit the mark." Fu Shan said, "The medical ancestor Bian Que can change the patient's heart, and the medical saint Hua Tuo can even open the patient's skull to extract saliva. These medical skills are simply miraculous, but it is a pity that although the medical ancestors and medical saints are good at They were doctors, but they were poor at educating people and failed to teach their disciples any medical skills. As a result, future generations can only marvel at these magical skills in the pile of old papers."
Chongzhen said: "They may have taught their disciples, and the disciples may have taught their disciples, but the single teaching of these masters to their disciples is really too unsafe. If any accident occurs, the medical skills will be immediately cut off. This is probably how the holy medical skills were lost."
Fu Shandao: "What the Holy Spirit said makes sense."
After a pause, Fu Shan continued: "Because of this, our Chinese medical skills have never been able to develop widely. There are always very few doctors who are good at medical skills. There are quite a few quack doctors who are swindling in the countryside with incense ash, but in the end they often kill people. In the end, it ruined the reputation of our medical family."
"Fu Shan, do you want to change this situation?"
Chongzhen said solemnly: "Do you want all the patients in the world to receive correct treatment? Do you want doctors who are skilled in medicine to spread throughout the Ming Dynasty? And do you want to let the swindling quack doctors lose their way of survival?"
"Of course I do," Fu Shan said without hesitation, "I have never dreamed of changing this situation!"
"Okay, I will give you this opportunity." Chongzhen said solemnly, "I asked the Ministry of Internal Affairs to provide money to set up a separate medical school under the Imperial College. I also recruited students from various local prefectures and counties to study medicine. Doctors who graduated from the medical school Scholars enjoy the same treatment as scholars in other subjects, and after three years of graduation, they can join the Ministry of Internal Affairs as a Servant."
"Is the Holy Spirit's words true?" Fu Shandu was overjoyed.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Seriously." Chongzhen said, "The first batch of candidates for the medical school will be selected from this candidate, and the quota is 500 people! From now on, 500 people will be recruited every year, such as It is necessary to expand enrollment further.”
"Five hundred people?" Fu Shan's eyes gleamed with excitement when he heard this.
"Yes, five hundred people!" Chongzhen said, "You, Fu Shan, are the first dean of the medical school."
Chongzhen's move was definitely not a whim. He was really prepared to spend money to improve the overall medical service level of Ming Dynasty.
Only when the level of medical services improves will the average life expectancy of people in Ming Dynasty be greatly improved, and the mortality rate of infants and young children will be reduced.
Only by increasing the average life expectancy and reducing the infant mortality rate can the population grow explosively.
Only if there is explosive growth in Changkou, will there be enough manpower to support industrial development, and more workers with certain spending power will be able to form a huge consumer market, which in turn will feed back the industry.
In addition, colonizing overseas in the future will also require a massive population.
In view of this, the medical level of Ming Dynasty must be improved.
In order to improve the medical level of the Ming Dynasty, we must train a sufficient number of doctors so that there will be no place for those quack doctors who use incense ash to swindle!
Chongzhen said again: "Ask Ma Mingluan to clear out the Duke Baoguo Mansion and use it as the site of the medical school."
"I accept the decree." Fu Shan received Chongzhen's decree, turned around and left the Imperial College happily.
At this moment, Fu Shan's body is really filled with vigorous energy, and he has the urge to look up to the sky and scream. The Qihuang art of China is about to undergo a completely different transformation in the hands of Fu Shan!
And he, Fu Shan, will surely go down in history for this.
By making meritorious deeds and by deeds, he is about to achieve both!
Three immortals are not far away!
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At the same time, in the lobby of Xinchang County.
Xu Yingwei was seeing off the students who were about to go to Nanjing to take the Imperial College Entrance Examination. The county school's instructions and instructions were also attended by the Xinchang County Magistrate.
There are more than fifty Xinchang scholars who went to Nanjing to take the exam this time.
Xinchang County is a small county after all.
The population is only a few hundred thousand.
"In these troubled times, it is a misfortune for our scholars, but it is also a great blessing for our scholars." Xu Yingwei's eyes passed over the young faces and he said loudly, "The unfortunate thing is that we are better than others."
Scholars in the peaceful era endured more pain, including life and death. Fortunately, this troubled era has given us more opportunities to make contributions. For example, I was the same person as you two years ago, but now I have
He is Prince Qin."
"And I have returned to my hometown to recruit troops as ordered by the Holy Spirit. From now on I will lead the army to fight for the country."
"Today's Holy King is a rare holy king and a benevolent king in ancient and modern times. As long as you have the ability and the supreme determination to serve the court and the Holy King, you will not worry about not getting the opportunity to show off what you have learned throughout your life."
Speaking of this meal, Xu Yingwei said again: "Do you understand what I said?"
"Students, you understand!" More than fifty students bowed in unison, "Report it to the emperor's court, and report it to the people of Li, fight for the clothes of the Han family, and fight for the Confucian ancestral temple!"
At this point, Xu Yingwei has almost said it.
The Xinchang County Magistrate immediately led Xu Yingwei away.
The county academic edict finally told the candidates: "The implication of Mr. Xu's words is that today's saints favor martial arts, so when you write Chengwen, you should also focus on opening up territories and forging ahead with determination. Do you remember it?"
"Students, please remember." More than fifty students bowed again, "Thank you, sir, for your teaching."
"Okay, let's set off." The county academician said, "It's less than a month before the end of the year for the Imperial College Examination, so we should go to Nanjing for a study tour in advance. After all, the Holy One has provided free food and accommodation to the scholars rushing to take the exam, so here we are.
You don’t have to worry about having a place to live after Nanjing, and you won’t go hungry.”
Speaking of this, the county school teacher couldn't help but feel emotional.
Today's Holy One is truly benevolent and righteous, and even provides free food and lodging to scholars who are taking exams.
Throughout the ages, I have never seen such a good thing, and this time it was really an eye-opener.