Emperor Ming Dynasty

Chapter 9 Chief Medical Officer

Immediately, in less than half a day, Liu Ye's method of treating beriberi spread throughout the train camp.

A few days later, the beriberi was greatly relieved, and the strength of the train battalion gradually recovered.

Zhu Yixi also breathed a sigh of relief.

To help Sun Chuanting recover a bit of his strength is his best effort.

But Governor Sun, after hearing the good news about the train battalion, specially summoned him instead:
"Lieutenant Zhu, what a great skill."

After stroking his beard, a smile appeared on Sun Chuanting's face. He had a feeling in his heart. After seeing a bunch of useless clans, now he finally has a talent.

Moreover, he is also a medical talent.

Good medical skills, much better than Wuwen and martial arts, and much less threatening.

"Reporting to the governor, it's just a few folk recipes and secret recipes!"

Zhu Yixi smiled slightly, and then asked expectantly: "I don't know, the two hundred stones of grain?"

"I'll give it to you today. However, the army rations are tight, and I'll give you 1000 taels of silver. It's your reward for treating athlete's foot, not some kind of royal salary."

Sun Chuanting said easily.

When Zhu Yixi heard this, she was not happy.

Today in Xi’an city, every shi of grain costs 1000 taels of high price. 1000 shi of grain can be sold for [-] taels, but [-] taels can never buy [-] shi of grain.

This is really calculating.

He could only bow his hands, ready to leave, and finally said dutifully: "From the bottom of my eyes, in the army, only the train battalion has serious beriberi, because they are elites, and they wear leather boots, which are airtight, and the rest of the soldiers are mostly straw sandals. That's why the athlete's foot is so heavy."

"So, in order to avoid recurrence, it is better to take more precautions."

"You're right!" Sun Chuanting sighed, and said, "Serious illnesses in the army have always been one of the reasons for defeat, especially the big head plague. Hey, let's not mention it."

Thinking of the big head plague that has been circulating for many years, he couldn't help feeling a pain in his heart.

The big head plague was the name of the plague at that time.

In the 11th year of Chongzhen, Zhang Xianzhong surrendered, Hong Chengchou and Cao Bianjiao defeated the thieves in Tongguan Nanyuan, and Li Zicheng escaped with a few horsemen.

At that time, the world seemed to be at peace.

Afterwards, the bandits escaped from Shaanxi Province, but there was no real peace in Shaanxi. Instead, the big head plague came, which was extremely ferocious, and most of the combat power in the army was lost.

This is also one of the reasons why he was defeated last year, and the elite were all lost.

He raised his eyes and saw the young man in front of him, with a handsome appearance and bright eyes, he was quite different from other clans and even other talents.

After thinking about it, he couldn't help but said: "The train battalion is the elite of the army, and the other battalions also have athlete's foot. How about a lieutenant as a medical officer in the army?"

In the Ming army, only the Beijing camp had permanent medical officers, but as for the local army, there were more veterinarians than medical officers, and ordinary soldiers could only wait to die.

Sun Chuanting felt very sorry for the loss of soldiers and generals due to epidemics many times, but there are too few famous doctors and even fewer who specialize in knife wounds.Still have to suffer war.

Beriberi, in the army, is also one of the serious diseases, and it is not a disadvantage to be appointed as a medical officer.

"How much is the monthly salary?"

"Five taels!" Sun Chuanting said joyfully, "I'll give you the rank seven again."

"Medical officer?" Zhu Yixi frowned, then raised his chest, and said loudly: "I must be an official, the chief medical officer."

"Chief medical officer, the monthly salary should be at least 20 taels!"

"This..." Sun Chuanting fell into thought.

Seeing his hesitation, Zhu Yixi said: "In the past, most of the veterinarians who treated diseases and saved lives in the army were veterinarians. Not to mention military doctors, they are still not systematic. Let me become the chief medical officer. At least, the army will no longer be dragged down by the epidemic."

"Soldiers are fighting the enemy on the front line. They are not afraid of death, and they are not afraid of being injured. Knowing that there are military doctors to treat them is a great boost to morale."

"If you ask me, in our army, there should be a system for military doctors, otherwise we would have won the battle long ago."

"Just, how many people does your military medical system need?"

Sun Chuanting was persuaded that to enhance combat power, military doctors are indeed indispensable.

"Not much, 2000 people is enough."

Zhu Yixi said casually.

"Impossible!" Sun Chuanting waved his sleeves unceremoniously: "I don't have that much money and food to support 2000 people."

"One thousand, five hundred, it can only be five hundred."

Zhu Yixi immediately said in embarrassment:

"Think about it, for those who treat wind-cold, beriberi, knife wounds, and head plague, all the doctors, plus apprentices and wrestlers, 500 people are not enough."

"Fine!"

When Sun Chuanting heard this, he felt that it made sense, so he nodded and praised: "You are also capable. I employ people without sticking to one pattern. As long as you have talent, you can serve the country."

"Chun Han has not left yet, you can take office tomorrow!"

"Obey!" Zhu Yixi hurriedly responded.

"Wait!" Sun Chuanting suddenly stopped him, brought a high-quality leather jacket, and said involuntarily, "You are also the chief medical officer, so you have to be decent."

Zhu Yixi's heart warmed up, Sun Chuanting was not bad except for being a bit picky.

When leaving the Governor's Mansion, 1000 taels of silver were delivered to the home by carriage.

Feeling the governor's meticulous care, Zhu Yixi felt a little better. After all, he wanted to support the army, so it was normal to pick a little bit.

However, the biggest happy event was that he became the chief medical officer.

Although it is only a medical officer, at least there is a preliminary group, at worst, the Cypriots, who said that doctors can't fight?
Like the refugees and the Ming army, the swarms look like tens of thousands, but the real ones who can fight are only a few hundred or thousands of people, which is the so-called family system.

Besides, wouldn't it be logical to train a thousand or eight hundred soldiers on empty pay?
Zhu Yixi couldn't restrain her excitement at the thought of being able to start so soon.

"The suzerain is back!" Thirteen, who was sitting listlessly at the door, jumped up and shouted happily when he saw Zhu Yixi.

"Sovereign!" The big head's mouth was full, and the big one ran out hastily with his abacus in hand.

"Bring the box back!"

Zhu Yixi raised his hand vigorously, and the four of them could barely lift a sixty-jin box.

"Hahaha!" After moving back home, Zhu Yixi wiped off his sweat, looked at the three people who were out of breath, and suddenly burst out laughing.

"Sovereign, what's the matter?" Thirteen frightened: "Could it be hysteria?"

"What nonsense!" The big man squinted his eyes and said casually, "It's destined to get rich."

"It should be delicious." The big head refused to accept it.

"Look!" Zhu Yixi opened the box, and saw a box of official silver, which dazzled people's eyes.

"Money, a lot of money!"

Thirteen laughed while dancing, "Sovereign, you've gotten rich!"

"Get rich, get rich!" The big man drooled and murmured, "Look how much this official silver looks like silver!"

"Bullshit, it's money." Zhu Yixi laughed and cursed, then looked at the big head: "Why didn't you respond?"

"Sovereign, money is not as good as food!" Datou was a little unhappy: "Food is the best to fill your stomach."

"That's right!" Zhu Yixi nodded, and said with relief, "It's still you who can see clearly."

"However, your suzerain, I, will also be an official from today on!"

"What kind of official is the suzerain? How high is it?" Thirteen became more and more happy, and hurriedly asked.

"Chief medical officer, 500 people under his command, monthly salary of 20 taels."

Zhu Yixi was quite excited, after all, it was the first time in two lifetimes to be an official.

(End of this chapter)