Immediately, in less than half a day, Liuye's method of treating athlete's foot spread throughout the train camp.
A few days later, the beriberi subsided and the train camp gradually recovered its strength.
Zhu Yixi also breathed a sigh of relief.
Being able to help Sun Chuanting regain a little bit of his strength can be regarded as his best effort.
Governor Sun, upon learning of the good news about the train camp, summoned him specifically:
"Lieutenant Zhu, what a great skill."
After stroking his beard, Sun Chuanting showed a smile on his face. He felt something in his heart. After seeing a bunch of useless clans, there was finally a talented person.
Moreover, he is also a medical talent.
Medical skills are good, much better than performing martial arts, and the threat is much smaller.
"Reporting to the Governor, it's just some folk remedies!"
Zhu Yixi smiled slightly, and then asked expectantly: "I don't know, those two hundred stones of food?"
"I'll give it to you today. However, the military rations are tight. I will give you one thousand taels of silver. It will be regarded as a reward for curing your athlete's foot, not a sect salary."
Sun Chuanting said easily.
When Zhu Yixi heard this, she was not happy.
Nowadays, in the city of Xi'an, every stone of grain is sold at a high price of four to five taels. Two hundred stones of grain can be sold for one thousand taels, but one thousand taels will definitely not buy two hundred stones of grain.
This is so calculating.
He could only hand over his hands and prepare to leave, and finally said with due diligence: "Looking at it from below, among the army, only the train battalion has serious athlete's foot. This is because they are elites and mostly wear leather boots, which are airtight. The rest of the soldiers mostly wear straw sandals. That’s why athlete’s foot is so severe.”
"So, in order to avoid recurrence, it is better to take precautions."
"You're right!" Sun Chuanting sighed and said, "Serious illnesses in the military 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 but feel a pain in his heart.
Bubonic plague was the name of the plague at that time.
In the eleventh year of Chongzhen, Zhang Xianzhong surrendered. Hong Chengchou and Cao Bianjiao defeated the thieves in Tongguan Nanyuan, and Li Zicheng escaped with several horses.
At that time, the world seemed to be at peace.
After that, the bandits fled Shaanxi Province, but there was no real peace in Shaanxi. Instead, the big-headed plague came, which was extremely ferocious and destroyed most of the army's combat power.
This was one of the reasons why he was defeated last year and all his elite troops were lost.
He raised his eyes and saw that the young man in front of him had a handsome appearance and lively eyes. He was very different from other clan members and even other talents.
After thinking about it, he couldn't help but said: "The train battalion is the elite of the army, and other battalions also have athlete's foot. Why don't the lieutenant serve as a medical officer in the army?"
Among the Ming army, only the Beijing camp had permanent medical officers. As for the local army, there were more veterinarians than medical officers. Ordinary soldiers could only wait to die.
Sun Chuanting deplored the fact that he lost many troops due to epidemics many times. However, there were too few famous doctors, and even fewer specialized in wounds. If there were some, how could they be willing to join the army and earn a few taels of silver per month? Still have to suffer war.
Athlete's foot is also one of the serious diseases in the military. If you are appointed a medical officer, you will not suffer any disadvantages.
"How much is the monthly salary?"
"Five taels!" Sun Chuanting said happily: "I will give you another seventh rank title."
"Medical officer?" Zhu Yixi frowned, then raised her chest and said loudly: "I must be an official, and I must be the chief medical officer."
"Chief Medical Officer, your monthly salary should be at least twenty taels!"
"This..." Sun Chuanting fell into thinking.
Seeing his hesitation, Zhu Yixi said: "In the past, most of the people who treated diseases and saved lives in the military were veterinarians. Military doctors, let alone military doctors, were not systematic. So I became the chief medical officer. At the very least, the army will no longer be hindered by epidemics."
"Soldiers fight the enemy on the front lines and are not afraid of death. They are not afraid even if they are injured. Knowing that there are military doctors to treat them is a great morale booster."
"If you ask me, our military should have a system for military doctors, otherwise we would have won the war long ago."
"Just, how many people does your military medical system need?"
Sun Chuanting was convinced that military doctors were indeed indispensable to enhance combat power.
"Not many, two thousand people are enough."
Zhu Yixi said casually.
"Impossible!" Sun Chuanting waved his sleeves unceremoniously: "I don't have that much money and food to support another two thousand people."
"One thousand, five hundred, it can only be five hundred."
Zhu Yixi then said awkwardly:
"Think about it, there are doctors who can treat colds, athlete's foot, knife wounds, and big head plague, plus apprentices and warriors. Five hundred people are considered too few."
"Fine!"
When Sun Chuanting heard this, he felt it made sense. He nodded and said with appreciation: "You are also a capable person. I employ people in any way. As long as you have talent, you can serve the country."
"Now that the cold spring has not left, you can take office tomorrow!"
"Yes!" Zhu Yixi quickly agreed.
"Wait a minute!" Sun Chuanting suddenly stopped him, brought over a fine leather jacket, and couldn't help but said: "You are also the chief medical officer, so you must be respectable."
Zhu Yixi felt warm in her heart. Apart from picking a little bit, Sun Chuanting was actually pretty good.
When leaving the Governor's Mansion, one thousand taels of silver were delivered to his home by carriage.
Feeling the governor's meticulous care, Zhu Yixi felt a little better. After all, she wanted to support the army, so it was normal to be picky.
However, the biggest joyous event was that he became the chief medical officer.
Although he is only a medical officer, at least he has initially formed a group. At worst, he can't fight. Who says doctors can't fight?
For example, the refugees and the Ming army swarm together in the tens of thousands, but those who can actually fight are only a few hundred or thousands, which is the so-called retainer system.
Besides, wouldn't it be logical to train a thousand-eight-hundred-strong soldier on an empty salary?
Thinking that she could start so quickly, Zhu Yixi couldn't restrain her excitement.
"The sect leader is back!" Thirteen, who was sitting listlessly at the door, jumped up and shouted happily when he saw Zhu Yixi.
"Sect Master!" The big man with a bulging mouth and an abacus ran out hurriedly.
"Carry the box back!"
Zhu Yixi raised her hand enthusiastically. Four people could barely lift a box that was nearly sixty years old.
"Hahaha!" After moving back home, Zhu Yixi wiped her sweat, looked at the three panting people, and suddenly burst into laughter.
"Sect Master, what's wrong?" Thirteen said in shock: "Is it possible that you are suffering from hysteria?"
"What nonsense are you talking about!" The big man squinted his eyes and said casually: "You must have made a fortune."
"It should be delicious." Datou said unconvinced.
"Look!" Zhu Yixi opened the box and saw a box of official silver that dazzled people.
"Money, so much money!"
Thirteen laughed while jumping: "Sect Master, you are rich!"
"Get rich, get rich!" The big man drooled and murmured: "Look at this official silver, how much it looks like silver!"
"Bullshit, it's just money." Zhu Yixi laughed and scolded, then looked at the big head: "Why didn't you react?"
"Sect Master, money is not as good as food!" Datou was a little unhappy: "Food to fill your stomach is the best."
"That's right!" Zhu Yixi nodded and said happily: "You can see clearly."
"However, your sect master, I, will also become an official from today on!"
"What is the official title of the sect master? What rank is it?" Thirteen became more and more happy and asked hurriedly.
"Chief Medical Officer, he has five hundred people under his command, and his monthly salary is twenty taels."
Zhu Yixi was quite excited. After all, it was the first time in her life that she was an official.
