Physician of the Song Dynasty: Zhang Kai and Li Qingzhao have a private life-long contract

The medical school occupies a large area. It was Fan Zheng who relied on Fan Yanei's reputation and the huge funds of the doctors to obtain a huge piece of land in the city of Kaifeng where land was scarce and established the medical school.

Nowadays, there is a huge crowd in front of the medical school, which directly alarms all the forces in Kaifeng City.

"What evil recipe is Fan Zheng trying again?"

The New Party and the Old Party couldn't help but frown.

Fan Zheng always behaves in a way that makes people see through. This time, the doctors are recruiting medical students without any barriers. They are not afraid of recruiting some people with ulterior motives and ruining the great success of the doctors.

Not only the New Party and the Old Party can't understand it, but even the Medical Party can't understand it. After all, they are both Confucianists and doctors, and they are all proud of being doctors. But now, even a lowly person can be a doctor. Why don't they feel disgusted.

"Does medical school really have no restrictions on origin?" Yang Jie frowned.

Not only the government and the public, but even the medical family had some complaints about Fan Zheng's decision. Although he was not an official, the medical family was prosperous, and he naturally had the pride of a medical man. Naturally, he looked down on his younger brother from business and industry, or even a criminal and prostitute.

"Why do doctors have to limit their origin? Not to mention that the prosperity of doctors cannot be separated from the help of craftsmen and pharmacists. Since doctors do not ask about their origin when practicing medicine, people who seek medical treatment naturally do not need to ask about their origin. As long as they are dedicated to medicine and have Exquisite medical skills and medical ethics are a qualified doctor, and this is the foundation for the great success of the medical profession." Fan Zheng said proudly, pointing to the huge crowds of students who came to study medicine.

When the medical family prospered, the public transport company built a microscope. Businessman Fan Sanming was in charge of the purchase and sale of medicines for the medical family. He not only brought sophisticated instruments to the medical family, but also earned a lot of wealth. This created the medical family's glory.

"But..." Yang Jie looked at such a grand occasion with mixed emotions.

Fan Zheng heard Xian's intention and asked: "Are you saying that medical school should be made like the imperial examination?"

Yang Jie nodded. You must know that the path to the imperial examination is extremely restricted. Only officials and landlords and farmers can take the imperial examination. The imperial medical bureau before the medical family also had many rules.

But this time, the medical school admissions not only did not restrict the students' background, but also accepted the children of craftsmen and merchants, regardless of their background. This meant that even criminals could study medicine.

Fan Zheng asked rhetorically: "My grandfather once said that if you don't want to be a good prime minister, you should be a good doctor. However, in fact, if you can become an official, no one is willing to study medicine. Even Confucian doctors only regard studying medicine as a means of making a living. The ultimate goal is to seek an official position.”

Yang Jie was silent, because what Fan Zheng said was the current situation of the Song Dynasty.

"In other words, if doctors restrict family background just like the imperial examination, they will only get second-rate talents in the end." Fan Zhengdao.

"Second-rate talent!" Yang Jie sighed. Although what Fan Zheng said didn't sound good, it was the truth. It is impossible for real officials' children or students who are likely to take the imperial examination to come to study medicine. Medical families can only accept second-rate talents.

"If the medical family wants to prosper, it must accept the best talents. However, there are a large number of first-class talents who are excluded from the imperial examination and have nowhere to go. They will definitely be absorbed by the medical family!" Fan Zheng said loudly.

Anyone who had the opportunity to become an official could not stay in the medical field, so Fan Zheng set his sights on those who could not participate in the imperial examination.

As soon as this policy came out, it turned out to be extremely effective. As soon as the medical school enrolled students, a large number of top students emerged.

Su Dun frowned and said: "This group of students is indeed outstanding, most of them are extremely intelligent. It is naturally beneficial for so many talents to join the medical family. However, although Brother Fan is devoted to being a medical family, this move may cause dissatisfaction with the family of doctors."

Su Dun saw clearly that once the medical school graduates, a large number of excellent doctors will be trained. As long as those who graduate from the medical school do not need to be recommended by officials, they can participate in the examination of the Imperial Medical Bureau, which greatly lowers the threshold for joining the Imperial Medical Bureau.

As a result, the competition in the Imperial Medical Bureau will definitely be more cruel, even comparable to the imperial examination. It is conceivable that the family of medical doctors suddenly faces such fierce competition, will definitely lose ground, and will definitely feel resentful in the future.

Fan Zheng looked around and said: "Fan once said that titles and property may be hereditary, but knowledge cannot be hereditary. Confucianism won because of the imperial examination, and relying solely on the medical skills passed down from generation to generation by a family of doctors will definitely become complacent and complacent. If a medical family wants to prosper, it must recruit talents. This is the only way for a medical family to prosper.

"What Brother Fan said is absolutely true, but people's hearts..." Yang Jie said with a wry smile.

He was born in a family of world doctors, while Fan Zheng and Su Dun were only half-way medical students, so naturally they did not understand the thoughts of a family of world doctors.

When Fan Zheng heard this, he did not answer directly. Instead, he looked at the prosperous scene in the medical school and chanted loudly: "The anger of Kyushu depends on the wind and thunder, and it is sad that thousands of horses are silent. I advise God to cheer up and send talents in any way."

“It’s so sad that thousands of horses are silent!”

"Recommend talents in any way!"

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"Another timeless masterpiece!"

Su Dun and Yang Jie couldn't help but be shocked when they heard this. In the past, doctors were all in silence, and now the medical school is bustling with people, and they are all eclectic and recruiting talents.

With this eternally famous article, he believed that it would definitely make the world's doctors speechless and greatly reduce the difficulty of becoming a forensic doctor.

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"I urge God to cheer up and send talents of all kinds! What a poem!"

In Chui Gong Hall, Zhao Xu couldn't help but screamed when he saw Fan Zheng's poem.

Fan Zheng's poem is nominally talking about doctors recruiting talents in an eclectic way, but it is also talking about Fan Zheng himself.

Zhao Xu looked at the thick pile of memorials on the table. Among them were those who impeached doctors for recruiting medical students regardless of their origins, and others who believed that Zhao Xu was too fond of Fan Zheng and allowed him to reach a high position at a young age. They wrote letters one after another to remonstrate.

But now that this poem came out, Zhao Xu suddenly became enlightened.

His reuse of Fan Zheng was not a matter of eclectic promotion of talents. Although Fan Zheng was not as young as his prime minister, his achievements were enough to put many officials to shame.

If Fan Zheng hadn't been in his prime, and his position was definitely not as high as fifth-grade weapons supervisor and imperial physician, he would have risen to prominence long ago.

"Tong Guan, burn all these memorials!"

Zhao Xu waved his hand and signaled Tong Guan to burn the memorial to impeach Fan Zheng in the Long Case.

"Yes! Official!" Tong Guan couldn't help but replied in a low voice.

In his heart, he secretly envied the officials' trust in Fan Zheng, and sometimes he couldn't help but regret it. If he had not been afraid of danger and took the initiative to go to Pingxia City to supervise the army, would he have achieved such great achievements.

However, Tong Guan thought about it and finally shook his head in despair. The two battles in Pingxia City were not about who the supervisor was, but about the endless new weapons that the weapons supervisor had. No matter who went there, there would always be only one meritorious deed. It's the evil doctor Fan Zheng.