Chu Ze, who originally fled from the Imperial City, thought he would be a little more comfortable in Hengyang City.
But when a few days passed, Chu Ze realized how naive his initial thoughts were.
On the first day they came to Hengyang City, they happened to come across the temple here handing out usury money.
And Zhu Rui is particularly good at handling this kind of thing.
There are 327 monks in Hanshan Temple.
On the day of the arrest, more than 40 people were executed on the spot for resisting arrest.
After the arrest, Hanshan Temple was demolished and all materials were used to build new homes for poor people.
All Hanshan Temple's wealth, except for ill-gotten gains such as loans, will be returned.
The remaining wealth was allocated by Zhu Ru to the construction of the hospital.
As for the monks
A few of them had relatively clean backgrounds and were assigned to suitable positions by Zhu Zhu.
As for some people with unclean background, Zhu Ru did not kill them, but made these people into regular corvee workers.
Whenever there is a need for corvee service in the city, these people have priority and have to take over.
And not only that, after looting a temple, Zhu Rui also became interested in this matter.
Almost all the large and small temples around Hengyang City were raided by him.
After some investigation, it turned out that none of these temples were clean.
Either an absconding criminal was found inside, or the entire temple was filled with filth.
What's more, the nuns in two nunneries were raided and most of them were abducted or simply imprisoned here for people to play with!
When he learned about this, Zhu Xi directly ordered that everyone involved in the matter be hung on the city gate for public display.
And when Zhu Ji was dealing with all kinds of dark sides in Hengyang City vigorously, and simultaneously building facilities and restructuring that benefited the people.
Chu Ze became his best person for help.
Just like this moment.
"Sir, why do I feel that you have been looking a little tired lately?"
"Lao Wu, can't you look at the sky while you are talking? If you pull me up at this time, will your conscience hurt?"
early morning.
Although the sun has begun to shine on the earth.
But the sun in the east has not even climbed out from under the shadow of the mountains at this time.
This time should have been the coolest time of the day.
At the same time, it should also be the best time for Chu Ze to sleep.
However, this early in the morning, Chu Ze was awakened by Zhu Rui's knock on the door, which was almost like tearing down his home.
Afterwards, he hurriedly changed his clothes and drank two mouthfuls of rice porridge.
Before he even woke up from his drowsiness, he was dragged directly to a place outside the courtyard.
"Sir, I have to say something to you! The day's plan starts in the morning. You also told me that life is only a few decades. Although it sounds very long, it is actually very short. .”
"How can you waste your good years on things like sleeping?"
"By the way, sir, take a look, is there anything that needs improvement in the medical school I established?"
"My original idea was to directly recruit doctors with excellent medical skills as doctors in the hospital. Obviously, I took it for granted. Many people with excellent medical skills did not accept my recruitment at all."
"Mainly, I can't afford to charge other people's prices. Some doctors pay a fortune for a consultation and let them come to the hospital to treat diseases. It's simply wishful thinking."
"Although there are some talented people who are willing to accept the recruitment, the hospital only opened for four or five days before they were exhausted. I had no choice but to temporarily close the hospital."
"I have no choice now. I can only think of cultivating a group of doctors myself. But I have also studied medical skills myself. If a doctor wants to achieve something, I am afraid that people with good talents will need at least seven or eight years. of."
"If you are a little less gifted, it may take more than ten years before you can be a doctor."
After hearing Zhu Rui's words, Chu Ze could only reach out and pat his dizzy head to force himself to wake up.
Later, he followed Zhu Ru into the medical school he built.
As soon as he entered the door, the strong smell of Chinese herbal medicine made Zhu Zhu frown slightly.
To be honest, this taste is a bit strong!
In the medical school, several veteran Chinese doctors are teaching a group of half-year-old children to take pulses, conduct consultations, identify Chinese herbal medicines, read medical books, etc.
All in all, a messy batch.
When he saw this scene, Chu Ze frowned slightly.
"You call this medical school?"
"That's right! Isn't this what we are all taught!"
Looking at Zhu Rui who answered with a matter-of-fact expression, Chu Ze rubbed his forehead with a headache.
After seven or eight years of such complicated teaching, Chu Ze thought it was amazing to be able to conduct independent consultations!
"Lao Wu, disband this medical school and rebuild and plan one."
"Do you still remember the idea of assembly line processing that I asked your brother to build? The core of this idea is to transform a complicated thing into a simple one, so that people can quickly learn some skills."
"To maximize efficiency."
"And you train doctors for the same reason. Traditional doctors focus on treating all kinds of diseases and treating them with medicine. This is the representative phenomenon of miracle doctors."
"But our original intention of building the hospital is to allow more people to have a place and afford treatment!"
"What we pursue is not the exquisiteness of medical skills, but efficiency!"
"When training doctors, we can consider dividing people's illnesses into different disciplines! For example, those who specialize in treating trauma, those who specialize in treating bone injuries, and those who treat internal injuries."
"There are also some treatments for common diseases such as headache, brain fever, vomiting and diarrhea."
"Then there are those who specialize in treating difficult and complicated diseases, or simply study them."
"After this classification, the trained doctors will not need to study too much about other diseases, but will focus on one disease to study and learn."
"Following hospitals will also plan in this way, assigning different doctors according to each department."
"And before patients are admitted to the hospital, they have to go through a medical guidance desk. They are responsible for assigning subjects to patients. For example, if you have a headache or fever, they will arrange for you to go to the common disease subjects."
"If you have a traumatic injury, arrange for you to go to the emergency department."
"With this classification, each doctor only needs to master the treatment techniques of up to two diseases before he can start working directly."
"And this way, we can concentrate resources. Let some skilled experts treat difficult and complicated diseases, while simple diseases are assigned to ordinary doctors. This not only makes reasonable use of resources, but also saves time."
Chu Ze had actually made plans for the hospital a long time ago.
Over at Yingtian Mansion, he is also building a hospital and medical school.
It's just that in terms of efficiency, he can't keep up with Zhu Ru.
After all, Zhu Rui could just take action if he thought of it.
Now, under the intentional decentralization of power by Zhu Yuanzhang and Zhu Biao, the entire city of Hengyang can be said to be his one-note hall.
Whatever he wants to do, the entire Hengyang City will revolve around him.
Naturally, the efficiency is not very high.
Chu Ze has to take care of the testing ground, teach the princes, and occasionally pay attention to the school and teaching materials.
He was so busy that he saw a ghost.
Although his hospital has only built a prototype now, it has a complete plan.
So when Zhu Zhu asked, Chu Ze gave his final answer without thinking.
"Divide it! Sir, you have such a good idea, why didn't you tell me earlier?"
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After listening to Chu Ze's explanation, Zhu Ze's reaction greatly exceeded Chu Ze's expectations.
He actually slapped his forehead, and then looked at Chu Ze with a complaining look.
"If you had told me earlier, if I had done this from the beginning, then the hospital would not necessarily have to close."
"Sir! You have screwed me up! No, no, no, I have to go back and re-plan, and then immediately start implementing what you said."
"I said, Lao Wu, you didn't ask me at first! I thought you could figure out such a simple thing!"
"Uh sir, are you calling me stupid?"
"Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying you're stupid, I just overestimated your intelligence!"
"I'll go! Did you get up so early?"
When Chu Ze was sent home angrily by Zhu Ji, this guy didn't even bother to enter the house, and just started to make his own rectifications with his people.
Looking at Zhu Zhu who seemed to have endless energy, Chu Ze couldn't help but shook his head and sighed: It's great to be young!
And when he dragged his tired body back to the courtyard, he happened to see Zhu Di, who had just finished his morning exercise, wiping his sweat and walking over.
"Haha. Do you think I want to? It's not Lao Wu who dragged me up early in the morning. No, no, no, I'm very confused. I have to go back and catch up on my sleep."
While Chu Ze and Zhu Di were talking, they didn't forget to yawn.
Then he turned around and wanted to go back to the room and take a nap.
However, before he took two steps, an imperial edict appeared in front of him.
"I guess you won't be able to sleep well after you return to the cage. My eldest brother wrote a letter saying that my father's anger has subsided and he asked us to go back as soon as possible."
"I heard that my father has something urgent to ask you."
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Chu Ze looked at the imperial edict handed over by Zhu Di, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.
After taking it and checking it out, Chu Ze looked at Zhu Di with a strange expression.
"Your confinement was lifted, so why didn't you mention me?"
"Well, this is different. My confinement is considered a punishment, and the punishment can naturally be taken back. But if you get promoted, that is a favor."
"You have meritorious service. You have received a reward. Naturally, you cannot take it back."
When Zhu Di said this, his eyes were somewhat evasive.
"Are you laughing at me?"
"Ahem. No, no, why am I laughing at you?"
"Yongle, I even saw you laughing! You are gloating!"
"Nonsense, you've been promoted! It's a happy event. Can't I just smile?"
"hehe."
(End of chapter)
