Qingzhou, command department.
Mu Qiaoqiao brought over a plate of spicy chicken.
Full of color and fragrance.
But Mu Shangwu, who was sitting on the seat, frowned and said cautiously: "Qiaoqiao, why don't we try it?"
"Why?"
Mu Qiaoqiao asked.
"If we continue to try this, I'm worried that the entire command department will have to go to the Prefectural Mufu, and it will be mistaken for a mutiny."
Mu Shangwu said.
Ever since Mu Qiaoqiao found hot peppers, she started trying to cook spicy chicken.
At first, because of the novelty and the fragrant aroma, everyone wanted to take a bite.
Then everyone had diarrhea and vomiting.
Anyway, after eating the spicy chicken cooked by Mu Qiaoqiao, no one could accept normal training anymore, and they all went to the state pastoral office to seek medical treatment.
Even his father is no exception.
If he hadn't been in good health, he might have been unable to get out of bed.
Now that he saw the spicy chicken again, Mu Shangwu felt frightened for no reason.
This is not a vegetable, but a poison.
His daughter had given him the poison herself.
"Dad, I told you, last time it was an accident. This time, I carefully prepared the spicy chicken to ensure that it is full of color, flavor and flavor. Once you take one bite, you will want to take another bite."
Mu Qiaoqiao said with a dark face.
But Mu Shangwu was stunned and couldn't move his chopsticks.
"Forget it, Dad, you're not lucky."
Mu Qiaoqiao no longer made it difficult for her father, "I'll go find Zhao Ping and let him taste it."
"Are you going to Yun'an County?"
Mu Shangwu was shocked.
"if not?"
Mu Qiaoqiao asked back, "You don't even dare to eat the food that I worked so hard to prepare. I can only taste it with someone else."
"Don't poison him to death."
Mu Shangwu warned: "If you really want to poison him to death, then get the recipe for the acacia wine before poisoning him."
"..."
Mu Qiaoqiao didn't want to talk to her father.
What I cook is food, not poison.
I'm used to it and don't bother to correct it anymore.
After all, before every fresh dish comes out, there will always be a few days when everyone is not used to it.
Once you get used to it, you will feel that her food is even better.
Let’s discuss it with Zhao Ping first.
He came up with the spicy chicken, maybe he has some suggestions for improvement.
…
Donghai County, Tian family.
Tian Fuhai called his son to his side and said sternly: "Are you sure you can persuade Zhao Ping to accept the order of 20,000 pieces of cloth?"
"Haha, Dad, just watch."
Tian Zhen vowed: "If I can't even accomplish such a small thing, what qualifications do I have to inherit the Tian family?"
"Um?"
Tian Fuhai felt something was wrong, "I'm not dead yet, and now you're thinking about inheriting the family business?"
"if not?"
Tian Zhen asked: "I am the only direct son of the Tian family. If I don't succeed, who will succeed?"
"Besides, you are already over fifty. You drink and visit brothels all day, and your body is already a little overwhelmed. You should leave it to us young people."
"This world is, after all, the world of our young people."
As soon as he said this, Tian Zhen felt a chill in his body, as if two icicles were continuously releasing cold air to him, making him shiver.
Realized that I had said the wrong thing.
Dad wanted to kill someone.
Just when Tian Zhen was hesitating whether to kneel down and beg for mercy, he heard his father laughing.
Tian Fuhai patted his son on the shoulder and said happily: "Xiao Zhen, you finally got the idea."
"My father's careful cultivation over the years is not in vain."
"When Zhao Ping is suppressed to the point where he is completely unable to recover, I will abdicate and you will officially accept the position of head of the Tian family and take charge of the Tian family."
"Um?"
Tian Zhen was stunned.
Dad doesn’t want to abdicate.
Suppressed Zhao Ping so hard that he couldn't stand up?
What an international joke.
A jar of acacia wine can be sold for ten thousand taels of silver, and he can write good articles and conquer the plague.
This is the pillar of the Dawei Dynasty.
Let alone several wealthy businessmen from Donghai County join forces, even if they bring over those wealthy businessmen from Jiangnan, they may not be able to compete with them.
Forget it, this old man is unwilling to abdicate, so I can only use my own method.
I'll go see Mr. Zhao tomorrow and learn some more experience.
…
Zhao Ping didn't know this. He went out to get some fresh air and happened to meet Song Ming who was returning from checking the wounded.
"Mr. Song Taiyi, have you eaten?"
Zhao Ping asked, "If you haven't eaten, I'll ask Wen Hui to make some for you."
"have eaten."
Song Ming said: "Mr. Zhao, can you teach me how to treat more patients now?"
"I'm afraid I can't stay here for long and need to return to Beijing to resume my duties."
"After I resign, I can come back and study medicine with Mr. Zhao."
"Build a hospital."
Zhao Ping said.
"Hospital? What is it?"
Song Ming asked blankly, "Could it be a different kind of medical clinic?"
"almost."
Zhao Ping said: "But it is much larger than a medical clinic, and it is much more comprehensive."
"Let me use an analogy."
"We will build six rows of houses, and each row will have five medical officers."
"The first row is for common illnesses, such as headaches, brain fever, etc."
"The second row is for emergencies, which are sudden. People in pain are dying or falling unconscious. Like Li Mubai's situation before, this requires emergency treatment."
"The third row is to deal with difficult and complicated diseases that cannot be cured for a long time. Five medical officers will jointly consult and treat them together."
"The fourth row is orthopedics, which treats the wounded on the front line, or those with broken arms or legs caused by accidents."
"The fifth row is the obstetrics department, responsible for delivering babies."
"The sixth row is the operating room, responsible for operating on patients."
Song Ming listened very carefully and even took out a small notebook to record everything Zhao Ping said.
"Is this a hospital?"
Stopping writing, Song Ming asked.
"This is a simplified version of a hospital."
Zhao Ping said: "Even so, it can accommodate twenty-five medical officers."
“These people come together and can treat a large proportion of patients.”
"Not really."
Song Ming thought for a while, shook his head and said: "Generally, counties only have four to five medical officers. If you want to gather more than 20 medical officers, you will need at least six counties."
"If all these people are gathered together, where will the hospital be built?"
“No matter where it’s built, there’s always going to be people very far away.”
"If patients who are far away get sick and cannot seek medical treatment in time, should they wait to die?"
"this……"
Zhao Ping was asked.
Not to mention the Wei Dynasty, even in China, which had such advanced medical conditions in its previous life, many people died due to lack of timely treatment.
This is an unsolvable problem.
After all, hospitals can’t be built just by asking.
It requires funding.
More relevant equipment and doctors are needed.
However, Zhao Ping also thought before that this problem could be solved if some large hospitals in developing cities were relocated to local areas.
But which doctor is willing to go to a remote place like that?
Furthermore, if you go to that kind of place, can the hospital's revenue and expenditure be balanced?
Does it all rely on state subsidies?
So it can't be solved.
It will be very good if the roads can be improved to make it easier for rural people to go to developed places for medical treatment.
But now, we need roads but no roads, we need cars but no cars, we need hospitals but no hospitals, we need medical officers but no medical officers, even if the gods come, it will not work.
But this did not prevent Zhao Ping from solving Song and Ming's doubts.
"Mr. Song Taiyin, you have to eat one bite at a time, and walk the road step by step."
Zhao Ping said patiently: "The medical conditions in the Dawei Dynasty are like this. Is it because we have built a hospital that we are responsible for the bad results of patients who are far away?"
"If we don't build hospitals, they will still get sick if they should, and problems will still occur if they should. It has little to do with us."
"We can do our best to solve the problem of medical treatment for a large number of people, which is a good start."
"As for everyone's medical treatment, I can't do that yet."
"Um."
Song Ming nodded heavily.
After writing these words down, he continued: "Sir, I will stay for three days at most. I must leave for Beijing after three days."
"Is there anything you need me to do?"
"No."
Zhao Ping said: "Think carefully about building a hospital. When I meet with His Majesty later, I will give him some advice and listen to his thoughts."
"If the Emperor supports us, we can save a lot of trouble."
"good."
Song Ming agreed wholeheartedly.
At night, Zhao Ping started busy making babies again.
The second day was still a busy day.
Zhao Ping first took a look at the training situation of Xia Quan and the others. Cross-country weight-bearing, single and parallel bars, sit-ups, and push-ups were all being performed.
Then he went to the brewery and textile factory, all going on in good order.
He doesn't have to worry about it at all.
Even the construction of houses under management in the summer is in full swing.
According to what Xia Xia said, Zhao Ping can move to a new home in less than ten days and a half, and the school can be completed, allowing Zhao Ping to find a teacher as soon as possible.
After making sure everything was okay, Zhao Ping went home and started making soap, wine, and frosting.
The bandits were wiped out and the county magistrate was replaced by one of his own.
Troop training and factories are developing at a rapid pace step by step, showing a prosperous scene.
This made Zhao Ping very satisfied.
However, it was not yet noon, but the first uninvited guest was welcomed.
