"Sir, I have admired your skills for a long time. Are you willing to serve in the Zhao Dynasty?" Zhao Yong asked, bowing his head.
'Looking, hearing, asking, and feeling' began with Bian Que.
Naturally, Zhao Yong has heard of Bian Que's famous name, and now he is unwilling to let this old man, known as the medical sage, go.
Hearing that King Zhao wanted to recruit him as an official, Bian Que hesitated for a while, but declined politely: "If you travel in the countryside, the people in the countryside may not be suitable for the court."
Bian Que's visit to the Sand Dune Palace this time was also a coincidence. He was not actually recruited by Handan.
The situation between him and Zhao Yong was actually similar. They were also affected by heavy rain, which delayed their trip. Being able to stand here to diagnose and treat Zhao Yong was a coincidence. Originally, he was planning to go to Qin during his westward trip.
Zhao Yong was stunned, feeling that this old man was a little ignorant, why should he still visit the thatched cottage?
But then he thought about it, maybe people with some abilities are a little reserved.
But I don’t have time to play tricks with you now.
"Now that you are treating me, sir, you should be kind to me, the State of Zhao, and I must not refuse my advice!" Zhao Yong simply came hard. Since he got a treasure in misfortune, how could he let it go.
Getting an excellent doctor is equivalent to saving an extra life at a critical moment.
What if Bian Que is let go this time and the old man serves another country one day? Thinking of this, Zhao Yong's eyes flashed coldly.
'If you don't get it, destroy it! '
"Uh..." Bian Que has lived for so many years and has become a mature man. Naturally, he can detect that Zhao Yong's words contain a threat.
Yu Rendao: Bian Que traveled around the world for nearly a hundred years, and only those who have a deep knowledge of current affairs are distinguished.
Yu Tiandao: Bian Que has lived in the Kingdom of Zhao for more than thirty years. Since God has arranged this meeting again, he simply is not willing to move. Bian Que is a doctor, but he is also a person who respects ghosts and gods and believes in destiny.
Bian Que hesitated for a moment, then solemnly bowed to Zhao Yong and said: "I have lived in Handan for thirty years, and now I have to meet the king on the sand dunes due to heavy rain. I think it is God's will. I am willing to serve Zhao."
"Okay, okay, okay! I am very lucky to have a husband today."
"Sir, don't worry. Now that I'm serving in Zhao, I will definitely not wrong you, and I will definitely carry forward your medical skills!" Zhao Yong stood up and smiled, and personally helped Bian Que up.
Then he said to His Highness: "I think the medical skills of the people of Qin and Yue are worthy of the Imperial Physician Order of the State of Zhao. What do you think?"
"Your Majesty is wise!" All the ministers worshiped.
Bian Que has been a doctor in Handan for decades, and most of the ministers here have received his favor. He also knew Bian Que's abilities well.
The imperial doctor ordered him to be the first physician in the palace, so Bian Que readily agreed.
Bian Que paid his respects again and said: "Old minister, I would like to express my gratitude to the king. Your Majesty has just recovered from the wind and cold today, and you still need to calm down and recuperate. Please allow me to retire for the time being and prepare a warming and healing decoction for the king."
Zhao Yong nodded slightly and said, "Thank you for your hard work, Imperial Doctor."
Looking at Bian Que's retreating figure, Zhao Yong couldn't help but sigh: How old is this old man this year? I'm afraid he is almost a hundred years old. His health-preserving skills are really enviable.
He was very happy to get help from Bian Que by chance. With such a medical expert by his side, he didn't have to worry about the people around him being separated from each other due to colds and fevers.
Medical conditions in this era were so poor that even a slight cold could kill someone. If Zhao Yong hadn't been skilled in the military and exercised diligently, he might have been taken away this time.
Zhao Yong drank a glass of water, and an idea suddenly came to his mind!
If the huge sum of money promised in Bian Que's name can attract famous doctors from all over the world to Handan, and then use this to improve Zhao's medical system, and finally serve the war, then...
It should be feasible! We must know that today's princes attack frequently, and every time a war breaks out, a large number of wounded soldiers will be produced. Most of the soldiers will not die on the frontal battlefield, and those who survive by chance will die of wounds in the end.
The monarchs of all countries attach great importance to the health of soldiers. To this end, various countries have specially established military medical systems, but they still have little effect. Most military doctors' response methods are too single, and the military medical system is not perfect enough.
For example, in the battle between Zhao State and Zhongshan two years ago, Zhao State had 30,000 soldiers, but in the end, only one-fifth of them were lost due to injuries.
Zhao Yong suddenly wanted to return to Handan immediately!
…
'Tick. Tick tock. '
Suddenly, the sound of raindrops falling on the eaves was heard.
Zhao Yong temporarily put away his thoughts, stood up and walked towards the huge map on the side.
"Has the rain outside stopped? Can the disaster be solved?" Zhao Yong asked Fei Yi and others.
"Your Majesty, the heavy rain has stopped, Handan is no longer affected by floods, and the Julu embankment is being repaired." Sikong Qiuhao replied truthfully.
"What's the extent of the disaster this time?" Zhao Yong asked himself as he looked at the map of Kanyu.
Qiu Hao did not dare to conceal anything and bowed and said: "Handan and Xingxiang left almost no damage. The river flowed down the river and collapsed in Julu. Most of the river water flowed into Dalu Ze, and some of it merged into Fu River."
Qiu Hao paused here and glanced at Zhao Yong's back, as if he was weighing something.
Then he secretly gritted his teeth, reorganized his words and continued: "A little river water has hit the lower reaches, and most of the fertile land in southern Hebei has been submerged!"
Qiu Hao knelt heavily on the ground and said, "I am having trouble controlling the water. I beg your Majesty to punish me!"
The territory of Zhao State is polarized. Most of the territory in the west and north is a plateau area with a few basins. Although the territory in the west is small, it touches the edge of the North China Plain and is mostly fertile soil.
The capital of the country, Handan, and the accompanying capital of Xingxiang are located in this area. In addition, there are fertile soils of Ji County and Linqing, which are the main grain-producing areas of Zhao State.
It can be said that a flood will reduce Zhao's grain production by at least one-third this year.
Zhao Yong turned around and stared at Qiu Hao, thinking about how to punish this 'sinner' of Zhao State.
Since the floods broke out, Qiu Hao has set an example and has always been on the front line. He is also good at releasing floods, diverting floods, building embankments, and strengthening dams.
The flood was also very unpredictable. Now is the time when Zhao State is employing people. It seems unwise to kill and punish a capable minister.
"You are the Sikong of our State of Zhao, so I'm afraid it's hard to take the blame for this!" Zhao Yong said quietly.
"I will die!" Qiu Hao sounded as if he had already accepted his fate.
Zhao Cheng took a step forward, bowed his head and said, "I hope your Majesty will think twice. There will be disasters in the plan. Although Sikong has made mistakes, his crimes will not lead to death!"
Fei Yi and Li Dui also echoed: "Look, Your Majesty, think twice."
Of course, Zhao Yong didn't really want to execute Qiu Hao.
He glanced at Fei Yi and saw that the latter nodded slightly, and then continued: "I think you have indeed done hard work in fighting the flood this time, and you have no fault, so I will fine you five years' salary to compensate southern Hebei Province." Victims of the disaster! Let’s put the blame on Sikong Zhizhi for the time being!”
"My lord, thank you, Your Majesty!" Qiu Hao climbed up from the ground tremblingly, feeling relieved.
