newbobooks Chapter 1020 Beauty
Chapter 1020 Beauty
After Physician Zhou finished his long-winded discourse, all the civil and military officials thought he had gone hysterical.
Providing the military with so many medicines sounds like a good thing, but where will the money come from?
Didn't the Ministry of Revenue say that all ministries should increase revenue and reduce expenditure?
In other words, the soldiers in each camp could not afford to be paid, and the food rations were only enough to keep them from starving. How could they afford to buy medicinal herbs?
Even the Ministry of War, which heard about the potential benefits, did not think this method was feasible.
If the Ministry of War were truly wealthy, it would prioritize provisions and weapons; everything else would be secondary.
Fang Nanzhi had actually anticipated these situations.
Based on the books she read, it was about a very mature world of military doctors.
They're not just good at military medicine; their weapons, food, and clothing are all top-notch.
For example, there is a type of military vest that is not only impervious to knives and bullets and can be loaded with bullets, but can also be activated by pressing it to make it fly.
Even a short-distance acceleration is impressive enough.
Fang Nanzhi wanted to buy one, but unfortunately it was military equipment and not for sale to the public.
She couldn't afford to buy it even if it were for sale.
Ahem, I've gone off-topic. What I meant was that improving the living conditions of soldiers in the military requires a multi-faceted approach.
Progress has been made in all areas; it's impossible to elevate just one aspect to an exceptionally high level.
But as doctors, they still had to say what needed to be said.
Only by presenting enough information at the beginning can we discuss things one by one with others later on: what is impossible, what is possible, and what is essential.
Anyway, Physician Xing thought this was a good idea, so he used it.
After saying that, he got to the point.
"And the medicines that each army needs to prepare during wartime."
The generals finally showed some interest when this was mentioned.
In peacetime, a lack of medical supplies and medicine is not a big deal, but in wartime, it can be quite critical.
That's a matter of life and death.
"In terms of the nature of the injury, one type is caused by a weapon, and the other is broken bones or sprains."
"Wounds from weapons inevitably involve removing the arrowhead, stitching, and how to treat them..."
"Unearthing weapons raises concerns about potential massive bleeding and whether rust on the weapons could lead to infection."
Physician Xing swallowed hard; his throat was dry from talking.
But he could clearly sense that the atmosphere in the court was different.
Those generals, in particular, were even more serious.
They didn't care about anything else, but the examples that Physician Xing had just given really struck a chord with them.
They don't understand things like infection.
However, it is known that wounds inflicted by old weapons are difficult to heal; some may heal on the surface but will eventually lead to death.
"The Imperial Medical Academy has some prescriptions that might be suitable."
That's just pure modesty. The prescriptions treasured by the Imperial Medical Academy are all excellent formulas passed down through generations.
"In addition, Zhou Lao's disciple has figured out something called alcohol, which has a remarkable effect on treating external injuries."
"General Wei should know this."
Without making a sound, Physician Xing threw out another person.
All eyes turned to General Wei.
General Wei, who had just been reprimanded, was in a bad mood and had a lot of trouble, never expected that he would have something to do with him.
He didn't want to get involved in the Imperial Medical Academy's affairs, but the effects of alcohol had been mentioned by his military doctors.
Besides, he had "used" Dr. Fang a few times, so he should repay the favor.
So he said fairly, "That's right. Dr. Fang said that alcohol can kill external pathogens, and bandaging the wound afterward can prevent it from becoming infected."
"Several soldiers who served in our army have indeed recovered quite well."
A glint flashed in the generals' eyes; it sounded promising.
Besides, what Master Zhou's disciple figured out should be pretty good.
"Does the Imperial Medical Academy know how to make alcohol?" the Minister of War suddenly asked.
Physician Xing shook his head: "That's Dr. Fang's prescription."
"However, Doctor Fang is careless and is willing to offer his prescription to His Majesty. It is hereby sealed with the memorial."
As he spoke, he pulled another memorial from his pocket.
It was written by Fang Nanzhi.
The memorial looked particularly thick, like a book, at least twice as thick as Physician Xing's memorial.
The emperor's eyebrows twitched, and he subconsciously glanced at the crown prince.
The latter stood with his hands at his sides, eyes downcast, seemingly oblivious to everything, as if it had nothing to do with him and he didn't care at all.
The emperor scoffed inwardly and had someone take the memorial.
After seeing the memorial sent out, Physician Xing secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
He continued with his own topic.
"I believe that we can gather the military doctors together and send them to the capital in batches, where doctors from the Imperial Medical Academy can teach them suturing techniques and medication."
That's right. If the Imperial Medical Academy wants to go further, it can't just talk about it or do it in a certain way.
No pain, no gain.
Physician Xing had privately reached an agreement with the other imperial physicians.
The imperial physicians were puzzled as to why the head physician had suddenly taken up his post so enthusiastically, acting as if he were ready to sacrifice everything for His Majesty and the court.
However, training military doctors is not difficult for them.
Most importantly, these medical techniques do not involve their own core family traditions.
Since that's the case, it's fine to spread some of this information.
"Oh? Is Physician Xing really telling the truth?"
The Minister of War's eyes lit up.
They were reluctant to spend money on other things, but sending military doctors to Beijing for training for a period of time shouldn't cost much.
"Can the Imperial Medical Academy accept Shu Xiu?" After thinking for a moment, the Minister of War still asked another question.
If we try to suppress the cultivation, then this matter will probably be difficult to accomplish.
"You flatter me, sir. The Imperial Medical Academy belongs to His Majesty and the court. It is our duty to share the burdens of the country," Physician Xing said with righteous indignation.
However, without making a sound, they expanded the original responsibilities of the Imperial Medical Academy.
The greater the responsibility, the greater the power.
But right now, would anyone care about that?
The Minister of War, clearly sensing an opportunity to profit, quickly praised him, saying, "Physician Xing is truly righteous!"
Physician Xing's final suggestion struck a chord with the emperor and some military generals.
But this matter cannot be decided immediately.
It will take more time to discuss.
After the grand court assembly ended, Physician Xing walked out of the main hall and felt that his back was soaked with sweat.
In these few court assemblies, he spoke more times than in the previous decades combined.
"Lord Xing, what is the Imperial Medical Academy trying to do?"
A magnetic voice called out to him from behind.
When Physician Xing turned around, he saw that it was the Third Prince.
He quickly bowed and said, "Your subject greets the Third Prince."
The Third Prince did not remove himself from the formalities, and looked him up and down with a half-smile: "Imperial Physician Xing is quite close to the Crown Prince these days."
Physician Xing's face was full of solemnity: "I am merely following the rules."
This means that when the Crown Prince summoned him, he would go to see a doctor; these were all official duties and had nothing to do with personal matters.
"Really?" The Third Prince, whether he believed him or not, strode away.
This time, Physician Xing broke out in a cold sweat again.
How could he forget that the Imperial Medical Academy was different from other court officials? Although they were in the palace, they could easily be drawn into palace intrigues if they weren't careful.
Unsurprisingly, the Imperial Hospital was put in a difficult position in the following days.
This kind of predicament is something that cannot be spoken of.
The concubines in the harem, perhaps because it was springtime, seemed to be unaccustomed to the warmer weather, and quite a few of them fell ill.
One person complained of loss of appetite, another of abdominal pain, and yet another of insomnia and vivid dreams.
The imperial physicians were so busy, shuttling between the inner palaces, that they couldn't keep up with everything.
Most of the concubines wouldn't even take the medicine prescribed by the imperial physicians; they would just throw it away, and the next day the imperial physicians would be called in again.
The implication was that their medical skills were inadequate.
Physician Xing didn't know if it was the Third Prince who did it; in fact, any prince with a mother could very well have done it.
Such targeting is not due to his actions, but rather to what he has done that is hindering them.
It's just that they're suspicious because of the close relationship between Physician Xing and the Crown Prince, and his recent frequent actions.
The imperial physicians couldn't help but complain privately, but Physician Xing held his tongue.
what is this?
When it comes to accomplishing something, how can you avoid encountering obstacles?
If he gives up now just because of the pressure in the harem, how will he ever be qualified to compete in the court again?
The Imperial Medical Academy gradually became more organized, which made those behind the scenes feel like they were punching cotton.
Therefore, the other side came up with a new tactic.
A beautiful sixteen-year-old woman is pregnant.
Perhaps because of her youthful appearance and sweet words, and because she was currently enjoying the Emperor's favor, she took advantage of the occasion to say in a coquettish tone, "Your Majesty, this is my first pregnancy, and I'm feeling very anxious lately."
The emperor offered a perfunctory reassurance: "Don't worry, didn't we already have Physician Cui examine you?"
The beauty twisted her waist, her pink lips slightly parted: "Your Majesty~"
That sound, with its alluring charm and coquettish tone, was incredibly captivating.
The emperor pulled the person into his arms: "Hmm, what's wrong?"
The beautiful woman stretched out her slender hand and touched her belly, which was not yet showing.
"Since Physician Cui is a man, there are times when he is unable to attend to patients, and his examinations may not be thorough enough."
The beauty had one arm around the emperor's neck, her eyes filled with seductive allure.
"I've heard that there's a female doctor in the common people who even cured the Crown Prince of his poison..."
Before he could finish speaking, the emperor suddenly stood up.
His face no longer showed any affection, and his dragon-like might was completely undisguised.
"What, does your unborn child want to compare with my crown prince?"
The beauty, her face ashen, knelt on the ground and hurriedly explained, "Your Majesty, please forgive me, I dare not, I did not mean that."
This matter truly reflects the emperor's oversensitivity and paranoia.
The beauty only wanted to bring Fang Nanzhi into the palace, either to humiliate or frame her, but she never thought it would involve the Crown Prince.
Besides, the emperor was quite biased; wasn't the child in the beauty's belly also his own flesh and blood?
The emperor scrutinized her from top to bottom, his gaze utterly cold and devoid of any warmth.
Then, he strode away.
He left only one sentence: "Investigate!"
This beauty had been in the palace for two years; they met by chance in the Imperial Garden.
What I initially found novel has now become rather dull.
Whether it's targeting the Crown Prince or Fang Nanzhi, it must be investigated.
How could the emperor not know what the crown prince was thinking?
His son was helping her openly and secretly, hoping to pave a bright future for the young girl, but he couldn't let her get involved in shady dealings.
Back in the imperial study, the emperor sat at his desk, the flickering candlelight casting shadows on his face, which seemed to shift between light and shadow.
Even the chief eunuchs who had served the emperor since childhood dared not speak.
I wonder what that beauty did to offend His Majesty.
His Majesty has only been in this state before, when the Empress died and when he first learned that the Crown Prince had been poisoned by Gu.
The emperor was in a bad mood; perhaps it was due to his advanced age.
The pastimes he once used to numb himself were becoming less and less effective for him.
He was a little tired.
After a long moment of stunned silence, the emperor finally asked, "What is the Crown Prince doing?"
The head eunuch hurried out, then ran back a moment later, saying with a complicated expression, "His Highness's bedchamber is already dark; he must have gone to bed."
The emperor chuckled inexplicably: "He can sleep soundly, though."
In that instant, the eunuch sensed that His Majesty's mood had improved.
Previously, His Highness had a Gu worm in his body and had been recuperating, but the imperial physician said that he was suffering greatly and could not sleep even when lying down.
After my health improved significantly, all my minor health problems, including sleep and diet, disappeared.
His Highness is still unaware of why he is so health-conscious, insisting on going to bed early and getting up early, and exercising every day.
Even if there's a table full of memorials to review, you should go to sleep and deal with them the next morning.
Fortunately, the Crown Prince was highly capable and responded to the memorials quickly; otherwise, he would have been impeached for negligence.
The emperor's mood had indeed improved considerably, and he picked up a memorial from his desk.
It's very thick; the thickest memorial I've ever seen since I became emperor.
Written by Fang Nanzhi, a young girl.
He has looked at them over the past few days, but he hasn't been able to make a decision yet.
The crown prince, however, acted as if nothing was wrong and didn't urge his father, the emperor, to do anything.
Don't say the Crown Prince doesn't care; the Emperor doesn't believe it.
The emperor was undecided not only about this memorial, but also about the impending war.
As the supreme ruler, and an ambitious and wise monarch, the emperor was not so easily fooled.
The Crown Prince's overt and covert maneuvers began with the injury of Prince Ning and the poisoning of medicines in Cining Palace; he was plotting every step of the way.
Even if the emperor didn't know every detail, he roughly understood what the crown prince was doing.
He was forcing Prince Ning to rebel.
It did, however, give him some "surprises".
The emperor knew that Prince Ning was ambitious and did not particularly respect his elder brother.
But little did they know, he had done so much behind the scenes that he was able to find out that Le Zhenye was raising an army for him.
They were incredibly audacious enough to leak the news and cripple Yue Qi.
It seems that Prince Ning's rebellious intentions will soon be exposed.
The crown prince succeeded.
However, these incidents put the emperor in a somewhat passive position.
Originally, he intended to deal with the Empress Dowager and Prince Ning before he died.
He handed over the world to the Crown Prince in a clean and honest manner.
Unfortunately, the Crown Prince couldn't wait. I don't know why he couldn't tolerate the Prince of Ning's residence.
If it's true that some princes held grudges, they also caused trouble for the Crown Prince's palace.
But the crown prince doesn't harbor that much hostility.
Could it be because the Princess Consort of Ning Prince once made things difficult for Fang Nanzhi? The Crown Prince shouldn't be such an emotional person, right?
Although the emperor hoped that his son would become more and more like a human being and experience human emotions and desires, he did not want his son to be too infatuated.
Devotion is always betrayed.
Cough cough, I’m overthinking it again.
The emperor looked at the thick stack of memorials for a long time, then sighed and said, "Tomorrow morning, summon Prime Minister Yue, the Minister of War, the Minister of Revenue, and General Fang to the palace."
Now, the Prince of Ning's mansion is impatient, and the Crown Prince has also made preparations.
It's like an arrow already on a bowstring, ready to be released.
It's not something the emperor can delay simply by wanting to.
Since this battle is unavoidable, let's see how much of a role the imperial physicians can play in the war.
"Yes," the eunuch replied respectfully.
As dawn broke, the prince performed a set of boxing techniques.
Qing Min stood guard to the side.
He had already been granted an official position, but he still came to the Eastern Palace whenever he had nothing to do.
He made no attempt to hide that he was a member of the Crown Prince's faction; of course, it was pointless for him to try.