Chapter 312 The first batch of medical school disciples
Four or five months have passed since Zinu and Nongyu came to Xianyang from Yanmen County at the end of the seventh year of Qin Wangzheng's reign. Four or five months is not considered a period of time for Zinu's current age. It was too long, but even in this not too long time, Zi Nu felt an unprecedented length of time.
After she and Nongyu came to Xianyang, they came to the Medical Academy to visit the sisters in Zilanxuan. However, Nongyu only stayed here for a short time and then went to Xianyang, but Zinu because of inexplicable The reason remains here.
The time span of Zi Nu's stay was beyond Zi Nu's expectation.
The reason why she stayed in the Medical Academy was just to wait for someone to pick her up, but she was disappointed. In the past four or five months, she seemed to have been completely forgotten.
"Am I wrong?" Zi Nu muttered to herself while leaning on the railing.
She had stayed in this medical school for too long, so long that she already regretted that she should not have had such thoughts in the first place.
However, now she is in a dilemma. If she goes to Xianyang at this time, wouldn't it just prove her previous thoughts and prove that she has given in defeat? In that case, how shameless it will be.
"Damn it, can't you consider other people's feelings? Do I want a lot?" Zi Nu, who felt more and more aggrieved as she thought about it, bit her lips tightly as she spoke.
At this time, I absolutely cannot admit defeat. In the worst case, I will go back to Xinzheng. Who will regret it then?
But will it really be you who regrets it instead of me? In Xianyang Palace, even if there is a missing Zi Nu, there should be others, right?
Zi Nu's mind turned over and over for a while. She wanted to make a decision and go to Xianyang, but she felt that she had no face. She wanted to leave here, but she was afraid of losing such an opportunity completely.
For a moment, even though this woman was known for her wisdom, she didn't know what kind of choice she should make.
Where Zinu couldn't see it, she didn't know that a team of more than a hundred people had already parked outside the doctor's academy. Nian Duan, as the owner of this place, was already waiting for him again.
"Nian Duan pays homage to the king." As the master at this time, Nianduan welcomed the real master of this place, Ying Zheng.
"Master Nianduan, you don't have to be polite, why don't you see little girl Duanmu?" Ying Zheng walked past Nianduan.
"If the king wants to see Ronger, I will call him later." Nianduan followed Ying Zhengdao.
"Hasn't little Miss Duanmu ever started teaching yet?" Ying Zheng said with a bit of surprise.
"Your Majesty, it is a long process for a medical disciple to become a medical practitioner. Although Rong'er has good talent, she is not good enough to become a medical practitioner before she is eighteen years old." Nian Duan said.
"I understand." Ying Zheng said.
In this medical school, it is very fast to train ordinary medical disciples and only let them master basic medical skills. Two or three years are enough to graduate, but Duanmu Rong is obviously an exception. Rong's requirements will obviously be higher.
However, the current Duan Murong is probably no longer the little girl who was anxiously making up for her homework when her master was about to come back.
Ying Zheng's reaction fell in Nian Duan's eyes, but it made the medical master's heart tighten. She had always had a feeling that her disciple Duan Murong seemed to be missed.
But Nianduan couldn't find any evidence, because Ying Zheng didn't have much contact with Duan Murong, but Nianduan could always see some strange traces in Duan Murong.
"Today, there are a thousand disciples in the Medical Academy who have mastered basic medical skills. Among these thousand people, there are 300 people who are talented enough to support them in the next step of study. The remaining 700 people have a limited upper limit.
If you want to make progress, you can only improve yourself through actions." Nianduan came to the study and reported to Ying Zheng the situation of the Medical Academy.
"Seven hundred people?" Ying Zheng said, while he was thinking about how to distribute the medical disciples who could be put into use.
"The number of people is a little small, but every one of them is a qualified medical disciple." Nianduan explained.
"What arrangements does Master Nianduan have for these people?" Ying Zheng asked.
"Your Majesty, I am only responsible for teaching students. As for how to arrange it, this is not something I can do. Everything has to be decided by Your Majesty." Nianduan said.
"I forgot, Master Nianduan is not good at these things," Ying Zheng said.
Regarding the question of how these more than 700 medical disciples should be used, there are many things involved. Not only the population distribution and regional factors of Qin must be taken into consideration, but also political considerations.
After all, according to Ying Zheng's plan, after these medical disciples were spread out, they were not only medical clinics, but also represented one of the lowest powers of the Qin State in this land.
Through these medical clinics, Ying Zheng can grasp the lowest level of information. When these medical clinics spread to every village in the world, Ying Zheng's control over Qin will also spread to every village.
, instead of only extending power between urban and rural areas, it becomes a blind spot for power and vision downwards.
"But Master Nianduan, what the Medical Academy needs to learn should not only be about medical skills, but also the management of medical disciples and future medical schools. This is also the way of a medical school." Ying Zheng said.
"I understand what your Majesty means, but I, as a doctor, have always been a solitary person. When it comes to the management of people like Mohism, Confucianism, and farmers, I really don't know anything about it," Nianduan said.
In the past, although doctors had the name of doctors, when there were no doctors, anyone who knew one or two medical skills could claim to be a disciple of a doctor. It is precisely because of this that the disciples of a doctor have mixed reputations and reputations, because there are too many
The good and the bad are mixed.
Thinking of this and the plan in his heart, Ying Zheng said: "If a medical family wants to truly become a home of famous scholars in the world, management is an unavoidable matter. Therefore, Master Nianduan, if you cannot shoulder this mission,
You can let Duan Murong complete this matter."
"What should Ronger do?" Nian Duan asked with emotion in his heart.
"The orphan will bring Duan Murong back to Xianyang Palace and let the people around him teach Duan Murong about the construction and management of the medical family." Ying Zheng said.
"This?" Nianduan did not agree immediately, but fell into deep thought. Obviously, she had some concerns in her heart.
Looking at Nian Duan, who was pensive and hesitant, Ying Zheng had already thought about Nian Duan's thoughts. This master medical doctor had always been afraid of avoiding places like the palace.
This was the case when Duan Murong was asked to go to Xinzheng to study art, and the same is true for his hesitation now.