"Everyone, I invite you here just to ask if you have any ideas on how to solve these problems!"
Chongzhen looked at the heat and told the purpose of his trip.
But these words were like a thunderbolt that shocked everyone.
Everyone stood up and looked at Chongzhen in shock.
"Your Majesty, do you have any solutions to these problems?"
"Your Majesty, how to solve it? Is there any record in the royal library?"
"Your Majesty, could it be that the hospital has made some progress and allows us to continue research?"
"Your Majesty, have you found Hua Tuo's "Qing Sang Jing"? Or Bian Que's "Old Medical Treatise", "Pulse of Death", "Book of Meridians", "Chi Jian" and other lost medical books?"
"If we discover the Huangdi Wai Jing, we may be able to solve some problems in trauma!"
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The group of people changed their previous low morale, ignored the rudeness in front of you, and started asking questions.
Chongzhen had a wry smile on his face.
When Fang Jun and others saw this, they immediately stepped forward, blocking Chongzhen behind them, and stared at everyone with vigilant eyes.
Yuan Keli, who had been silent for a long time, immediately said: "Everyone, please be quiet for a moment. After His Majesty has finished speaking, we will share our thoughts!"
At the mention of His Majesty, everyone instantly became quiet and took two steps back, with a look of embarrassment on their faces.
"To tell you the truth, I don't have any of the questions you just asked!"
Seeing that everyone was about to talk again, Chongzhen said quickly: "Don't get excited, everyone, just listen to my thoughts. It won't be too late for you to make a decision then!"
"I know that the questions I just raised are extremely difficult to solve throughout human history.
But just because it’s difficult to solve, shouldn’t we solve it?
Let’s talk about the great plague in the late Eastern Han Dynasty. Countless people could only wait to die. Even most doctors did not dare to come into contact with the patients. They took a look at them from a distance, prescribe medicine hastily, and left life and death to their fate.
But the medical sage Zhang Zhongjing was determined to save people, and finally wrote the medical book "Treatise on Febrile and Miscellaneous Diseases". Qingfei Paidu Decoction also appeared in this book.
If it weren't for this prescription, the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty would have been far more cruel than historical records indicate.
If it weren't for this medical book, I believe tens of millions of people would have died from the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty to the present.
That's why later generations called Zhang Zhongjing a medical sage, instead of him having the reputation of a medical sage before he dared to save people. "
Everyone who spoke was silent again.
"There are many difficulties, but there are always more methods than difficulties!"
"Let me ask you this, if there is a mother in your family who dies because of poor medical skills,
The unborn fetus is your grandchild and the dead mother is your daughter. How do you feel?
If those soldiers on the battlefield who died of infection and had their limbs chopped off were your relatives and friends, how would you feel when you could only watch them die?
If the great plague occurred in the late Eastern Han Dynasty, with nine diseases in ten houses, and no one to take burials even if the door was closed, how would you feel as a medical practitioner? "
Speaking of this, a hint of fear flashed in Chongzhen's eyes.
According to historical records, during the plague in the 14th year of Chongzhen's reign, the city of Beijing was filled with people and ghosts. In the evening, there were no human screens. Because there were too many dead people in Beijing, ghosts wandered around the city during the day. At night, there were even ghosts and ghosts everywhere.
The once prosperous imperial capital has become a gloomy ghost town.
If it weren't for the plague, Li Zicheng was determined not to be able to conquer Beijing, and the Ming Dynasty would not have perished so quickly.
He had made so many preparations, but he didn't know whether the plague of fourteen years would break out again, but he had to be prepared.
If these people who are invited agree to it on their own initiative, that's all. If they don't agree, then don't blame them for being tough.
For the sake of the 200 million people of the Ming Dynasty, he took the blame for this unkindness.
But now we still need to persuade him with reason and emotion: "Everyone, let me put it another way.
Do you think the people of Ming Dynasty can get medical treatment? Can I see the onset of illness? Can the disease be cured? "
Without waiting for anyone to speak, Chongzhen continued: "I heard that during the time you came to the capital, the entire Jiangnan Guild Hall has not stopped. On average, each of you has seen more than thirty patients every day.
But there are still countless people lining up outside. Is this just a city in Beijing? How many people should our Ming Dynasty have?
Although you are masters of medicine, you can cure the disease at your fingertips with the flesh and bones of the living and the dead, but you have spent your whole life, how much can you predict?
It is a drop in the bucket for the entire Ming Dynasty.
Most of you are almost over sixty years old. Although you know how to maintain your health, how many more years can you live?
You are all famous doctors, but how many apprentices of famous doctors have you brought out?
When you wait for a hundred years, everything you have learned will be buried in this loess with you?
Don't think that you have compiled a lot of medical skills and left many valuable assets to future generations. But if you can cure diseases by reading medical books and become a famous doctor, then I don't know how many famous doctors have been produced. "
These words were simply heartbreaking, especially the last few questions, which really made them uncomfortable.
It also plunges them into reflection and deep doubt.
Although they have many apprentices, they really haven't produced a few famous doctors.
Medicine is different from other professions. It is not afraid of teaching the apprentice to starve to death. The requirements for the apprentice are extremely strict, otherwise he will be a quack doctor.
After a while, Zhang Jingyue raised his head and looked at Chongzhen, and said in a hoarse voice: "Your Majesty, I apologize for the offence. What exactly do you want to express?"
Looking at the crowd attracted by Zhang Jingyue's words, Chongzhen chuckled and said, "Do you know the Firearms Research Institute, the Agricultural Research Institute, and the Martial Arts Hall?"
Everyone nodded, these things had been spread throughout the Ming Dynasty.
Especially the martial arts hall has made countless people crazy about it, and even county schools and private schools in various places are overcrowded.
"Your Majesty, do you mean to establish a research institute similar to the Industrial Research Institute?"
Zhang Jingyue exclaimed, and everyone who was thinking was stunned.
"Yes, I invite you all to come to Beijing to establish a medical research institute, which I call the Institute of Traditional Chinese Medicine!"
At this moment, Chongzhen stopped covering up and said loudly: "Gather the power of famous doctors in the world to solve some of the problems I just raised and benefit the people of Ming Dynasty! Create a path for the Chinese people for generations to come.
I hope that in the future, the Chinese people will be able to have their diseases treated and cured by doctors. This Institute of Traditional Chinese Medicine is the basis for the survival of the Chinese people! "
Having said this, Chongzhen looked at everyone: "Everyone, I sincerely invite you, together with me and Daming, to complete this seemingly impossible but necessary dream!"
"I wonder if you would like to join?"
