At the same time, the Master from Doctor Yue who came to support the medical school also arrived.
Wei Zi, whose fetal image was stable and her pregnancy symptoms were better, finally convinced Mrs. Feng that she could go out and take care of the medical school.
It was approaching the Dragon Boat Festival, the sun was shining brightly, the branches were luxuriant, and all the people walking on the road were wearing single clothes, making it look like an early summer scene.
Wei Zi looked at the brand-new courtyard next to the Imperial College, smelled the fragrance of herbs, and couldn't help but feel a sense of joy in her heart.
This is finally off to a good start, which is great.
Feng Shui also secretly breathed a sigh of relief: He didn't vomit after smelling something, that's great.
Master Jie Jiu came and rushed to the door: "This room is really well-renovated. It is much brighter and brighter than the Imperial College."
How could Wei Zi fail to hear the implication: "There is still some money approved by the emperor, and the craftsmen in the army have not left. Please see where the Imperial Academy needs to be renovated. I will have people go there tomorrow. They are very careful in their work, and they don't
It will disturb the master and the students."
The Lord Jijiu always has to be polite: "The Emperor allocated this money to you, how can I be embarrassed?"
Wei Zi smiled and said: "The Imperial College and the Medical College have merged, so the Imperial College can naturally spend the money allocated to the Medical College."
Master Jijiu immediately burst into laughter and said: "That's right. Hey, the Imperial College also renovated a house a few days ago. It's neither attractive nor useful. When I look up every day, I feel terrible."
The Minister of Industry not far away had a dark face: Hey, hey, is this a slap in the face? Is the repair that bad? Well, it is worse than here, but the money given by the emperor is less. What can I do?
What to do? Princess Chen has her own craftsmen, and the three princes of the Yan Palace are in charge of food and accommodation. They are very powerful, but what about me? In addition to being responsible for materials, I also have to manage people, housing and food. I don’t have enough money!
No matter how the Minister of Industry feels, the two big guys from the Imperial College and the Medical College are in a good mood.
The new hospital building was completed, the master was in place, the enrollment was completed, and Supervisor Si Tianzheng was asked to choose an auspicious day, and the students of the medical school happily started school.
For traditional Chinese medicine, Wei Zi left it to Professor Fuzi from Baicaotang, but for surgery, Wei Zi planned to take charge of it herself. Therefore, in addition to preparing courses, she also had to ask Kang Chuwu to help build medical equipment.
As for penicillin, people from Baicaotang and Feng Danyuan have been helping to produce it over the years, and the output is relatively stable; but penicillin alone is not enough. Wei Zi plans to produce some commonly used Western medicines based on today's technology.
The days are starting to get busy again.
While she was busy, Wei Zi also began to worry: Xiaoyu received letters every now and then, and she knew that her child was living well in northern Xinjiang; but on Feng Danyuan's side, there had been no news since he entered southern Xinjiang. Counting the days,
It was also earlier than the two-month period he mentioned.
Feng Shui advised her: "It's hard to talk about war. Whatever happens in the middle, it's normal to delay for a while. Two days ago, the secret guards from the Southern Territory sent news that the King of Southern Territory paid two million taels.
The money is already on its way, I guess it's nothing serious."
After a pause, she added: "You may worry about other people, but that's not necessary for the master. With his superb skills, it's probably others who have to worry about him."
Wei Zi thought about it and realized that Feng Danyuan had "Canghailu" and no one in the world could rival him.
I felt somewhat relieved.
But who would have expected that before news of Feng Danyuan's triumphant return came, a murder occurred in the medical school.
