Zhao Kuo sent Xiangzi out of the palace, but did not go back, but continued to walk towards the medical center.
The two of them didn't take a ride, so they just walked and talked.
"I have heard that a ruler is short and an inch is long. That is to say, no matter how good a person's medical skills are, there are still areas where he is not good at it. And even an ordinary doctor may be very good at a certain field. Everyone has his or her own abilities.
Each director has his own shortcomings, what do you think, sir?" Zhao Kuo said.
"What the king said makes sense." Xiangzi nodded.
"I have an idea to summon all the doctors in the world to Handan to jointly compile a medical classic. I have already thought of the name, so it will be called "Medical Classic". I will be responsible for publishing it, so that everyone in the world can learn from it, and
It will be passed down to future generations. The names of all the doctors who participated in the compilation will be left on it. What do you think, sir?" Zhao Kuo said.
During the Warring States Period, medicine was still in its enlightenment stage. There was no systematic concept, technology was also very backward, and many diseases could not be cured.
Zhao Kuo didn't know medical skills, so he only knew how to kill, disinfect, and drink more hot water.
Therefore, if we want to improve the level of Chinese medicine, we can only rely on the collision of famous doctors in the world. What Zhao Kuo can do is to provide them with the best research environment in the world.
There are still many mistakes and contradictions in medicine today. Exchanges and collisions can also verify right and wrong and make progress together.
Zhao Kuo believes that in such an environment, medicine will definitely develop rapidly, and one year can be worth an ordinary decade or even decades.
"Do you really mean what your Majesty said?" Xiangzi stopped, his voice was trembling, and his beard was trembling.
"Of course it is true, I can guarantee it. The construction of Handan College has already begun. When the time comes, everyone will be placed in the medical school. All the expenses will be borne by me. The old gentleman will be the editor-in-chief and will be responsible for presiding over this edition. What do you think?
Like?" Zhao Kuo said with a smile.
After the cement was manufactured, Mo Feng began to lead people to build Handan College.
Moreover, another advantage of placing these doctors in medical schools is that they can teach students by the way.
There were too few people studying medicine during the Warring States Period, and it was useless no matter how much Zhao Kuo encouraged them, because there were only so many teachers.
Without affecting the quality of teaching, a teacher can only teach about five students at most.
Of course, if they are kept free, thousands of them can be taught.
It takes two or three years for a doctor to get started. To become a doctor, even for those with extraordinary talents, it takes more than five years, and for most of them, it takes more than ten years.
How could Zhao Kuo wait for so long?
He is also thinking of equipping each army with a certain number of doctors. Not to mention how skilled the doctors are, they should at least know all kinds of first aid on the battlefield.
There was no other way, Zhao Kuo had no choice but to borrow all the doctors in the world!
The appeal of the "Medical Classic" can be seen from Xiangzi. Zhao Kuo believed that after the news was announced, most doctors in the world would gather in Handan.
By then, he will have no shortage of doctors!
When Xiangzi heard this, not only his beard trembled, but his whole body trembled with excitement.
This is the "Medical Classic"!
If it can be compiled successfully, it will definitely be an epoch-making masterpiece in the entire history of medicine! And his name will be immortalized forever along with the entire masterpiece!
No one can withstand this temptation.
"Can Handan College...can accommodate so many people?" Xiangzi was a little worried that Handan College would hold him back.
"Don't worry, Handan College's college... is definitely beyond the old man's imagination." Zhao Kuo said with a smile.
He had seen the planning map of Mo Fenghua. This was not an academy, but a city. It was about half larger than the entire city of Handan, and it accommodated the Zhang River and half of the Purple Mountain.
Mo Feng said that it must be built so big to satisfy the many branch colleges opened by Zhao Kuo.
And it's not that the college is too big, it's that Handan City is too small. As merchants from all over the world continue to pour into Handan, the city is already somewhat congested and must be expanded as soon as possible.
Zhao Kuo asked Mo Feng how long it would take to build Handan College.
Mo Feng said: "It will take about a year to completely complete it. However, I plan to build a part first, and then it can be opened to the world and recruit scholars in four months at most. The remaining rockery, flowing water, outer walls, partition walls of each branch college, and defense
Buildings, as well as some less important buildings, can be added later, and there will be no war in the near future."
This speed is not too slow, because the library building has also begun to be built, Handan City is also being expanded, and the manpower is really not enough.
Moreover, Zhao Kuo also plans to build several roads: from Handan to Yecheng to Taojun, Handan to Daijun to Yanmen to Yunzhong, Handan to Gaotang to Wuyang, Handan to Wuyang, Handan to Shangdang to Jinyang
Go to Yanmen and connect the entire Zhao Kingdom together.
Since defeating the Five Kingdoms and no longer having to worry about food, Zhao Kuomai has taken big steps and wants to do everything at once.
He understands that the only time when Zhao can truly develop without any scruples is in the second half of this year and next year. When all countries regain a certain strength in the year after next, war will definitely start again.
Such is the case in troubled times, peace is only short-lived, and war is the norm.
"Then I would like to express my gratitude to the king on behalf of all the doctors in the world." Xiangzi bowed and said solemnly.
"Sir, you are serious. The development of medicine will also bring many benefits to this king. Fewer soldiers will die on the battlefield, fewer children will die in infancy, and women will be less in danger during childbirth... Our country, Zhao, will also be stronger and stronger." Zhao Kuo.
said.
"Having a monarch like your Majesty is really a blessing to the people." Xiangzi said from the bottom of his heart. He had never seen any monarch who could pay so much attention to the people under his rule. Even those legendary sages and benevolent monarchs were more
Not on.
"Sir, you are overly complimentary," Zhao Kuo said.
The two talked all the way, and Zhao Kuo told Xiangzi some of his understanding, such as the classification of medicine. If you are a doctor who follows the army, you will mainly learn first aid treatment, trauma care and some battlefield knowledge. You only need to understand other things.
That's good, after all, most of the injuries sustained by soldiers on the battlefield are external injuries.
This can greatly shorten the learning time of doctors and improve learning efficiency without affecting battlefield treatment.
The same goes for everything else. Although one has many skills, one's energy and time are limited, and one cannot be good at everything.
But Baibian Tong is not as precise as the same. If you develop one direction to the extreme, it will be more beneficial to yourself and the patient.
Xiangzi's views on Zhao Kuo were very novel, but it was a little hard to accept for a while and he needed to digest them.
Zhao Kuo sent Xiangzi to the hospital and talked with Master Song Zhong for a while before leaving.