People in the Qin Dynasty sought good fortune and avoided misfortune.

Chapter 337, Doctor Xu Displays His Divine Power (Seeking Monthly Tickets!)

Looking at the expressions of Meng Ao and the other generals, Xu Qing couldn't truly understand their feelings, because he had never led troops before. However, he knew in his heart that soldiers were always a very lovable group of people.

Without the protection of soldiers, the country will cease to be a country, and the family will cease to be a family.

"May I ask, General, how many soldiers died from injuries and illnesses after the war?" Xu Qing continued to ask.

Upon hearing this, Meng Ao's face instantly turned grim, and he said in a weak and sorrowful voice,

"The number of them is no less than those who died in battle."

The faces of the other generals also turned extremely somber. Although many soldiers died on the battlefield, it was even more regrettable that those who survived and were wounded were killed. Qin lacked good doctors, and the military doctors in the army were of varying quality. Many soldiers did not die on the battlefield, but their injuries worsened, and they died in painful cries.

Xu Qing looked at the heavy-hearted Meng Ao and understood his helplessness. Medical conditions were very backward in this era, and surgical treatment for injuries had not yet been developed. The survival rate of people injured on the battlefield was very low, and most of them would die from infection, blood loss or complications.

Perhaps someone might only have a minor scratch, but one day they could suddenly develop a high fever and die.

"Yes, the sons of Qin fought for their country, resisted foreign enemies, and expanded their territory. Many of them should have returned home alive to see their parents, wives and children who missed them. However, due to insufficient medical treatment or the inability of military doctors, they ultimately died from their injuries!"

Xu Qing's voice was heavy, his gaze sweeping firmly over the assembled officials, his sharp edge revealed, as he spoke with measured intonation.

"The reason why our Great Qin has such regrets is due to two things: first, the lack of good doctors, and second, the poor medical skills of the army doctors, who are unable to treat our men in time!"

"Xu Qing is not talented, but he is skilled in medicine. The reason he took three days off is to write a book, a book to save the wounded soldiers of the Qin army, and a book to train good doctors for the Qin state!"

"Your Majesty has treated me as a national hero and bestowed upon me a high rank. I, Xu Qing, have no way to repay you but can only use my talents. By teaching the army doctors with this book, I am confident that thirty percent of the wounded soldiers in my Qin army will survive!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Xu Qing took out three prepared bamboo scrolls from his bosom, presented them with both hands, and said loudly.

Upon hearing Xu Qing's words, Biao Gong, who was standing at the head of the military officers, widened his eyes, which had been slightly narrowed. Meng Ao stepped forward and grabbed Xu Qing's wrist.

"Are you telling the truth? Can the contents of this book really increase the survival rate of wounded soldiers in my Qin army by 30%?!" Meng Ao asked excitedly.

The other generals also stared at Xu Qing with burning eyes, as if they wanted to devour him whole.

Ying Zheng was also taken aback, his face showing surprise, and he leaned forward slightly. If it weren't for his dignity, he would have already stood up from the throne.

The civil officials also stared at Xu Qing in shock, their faces filled with disbelief.

Xu Qing's statement about increasing survival by 30% is incredibly valuable. What is the battlefield all about? It's about supplies, intelligence, national strength, and, most importantly, soldiers, especially experienced veterans.

Without sufficient soldiers, no matter how many other conditions are available, there is no one to utilize them.

Moreover, what kind of people went to the battlefield? Without exception, they were all strong or middle-aged men. These people were not only soldiers, but also the backbone of the Qin state.

They were involved in everything from farming and warfare to corvée labor.

Population is fundamental in any era.

If what Xu Qing said is true, then this book will be of immeasurable value to the Qin state. It could be given not only as a Grand Master of Ceremonies, but also as a Marquis or even a Marquis with real power.

"Sir, is what you say true? Can it really increase the survival rate of men by 30%?" Ying Zheng asked, suppressing his excitement.

"Whether it's true or false, Your Majesty can summon experienced doctors from the army and skilled physicians from the Imperial Medical Academy to verify it." Xu Qing looked at Ying Zheng and Meng Ao with unwavering confidence.

After all, he was a medical student in his previous life. Although he didn't study very hard in some classes, he read a lot of medical books, such as "The Great Compendium of Surgery" and "The Barefoot Doctor's Manual," one of the three most famous must-read books for transmigrators.

In addition, there are some Western medical materials, such as battlefield medical textbooks left by a certain doctor during that life-or-death war for the Chinese nation.

Most of these medical techniques were absolutely ahead of their time. With the combination of Chinese and Western medicine, Xu Qing believed that it would be enough to save the lives of 30% or even more of the wounded Qin soldiers.

Saying 30% was a conservative estimate, meant to convince others. If he had said 50%, the generals present would probably have punched him.

Besides what he gave to the soldiers, Xu Qing had many other things on his mind, such as childbirth for pregnant women.

Although medical skills may seem unable to influence a country, if you find the right direction, you can influence not only a country but even an era.

Meng Ao released Xu Qing's hand and turned to Ying Zheng, saying...
"Your Majesty, please follow Mr. Xu's advice and issue an edict to summon physicians to diagnose the condition."

The medical book that Xu Qing took out was too important, and Meng Ao dared not be careless in the slightest. Even though it would be impolite to verify the authenticity of the medical book on the spot, the matter was of great importance, and he could not care about that.

He even forgot that he was only a general, not a military commander.

Biao Gong didn't hold it against Meng Ao. Both were veteran generals with a good relationship, and besides, this concerned the future of the Qin army, so he quickly cupped his hands and said...
"Your Majesty, please do as Mr. Xu says."

Although the other generals did not speak, they were also watching Ying Zheng with great tension.

"As you say, summon the most skilled physicians from the Imperial Medical Academy and veteran doctors from the army," Ying Zheng said in a deep voice. "Yes, sir."

After bowing, the eunuch walked out of the main hall to call for someone.

After the eunuch left, Xu Qing once again became the focus of everyone's attention. However, compared to the previous hostility, the gazes of both civil and military officials became complicated, a mixture of anticipation, excitement, and worry.

Xu Qing remained calm as everyone watched, but the confidence in her eyes was undeniable.

Before long, three physicians entered the hall. Among them, one was an elderly man with white hair, and the other two were middle-aged men around forty years old. Two of them were wearing black and red official robes, while the other was wearing armor.

Upon entering the hall, all three wore expressions of fear.

Although they served as physicians in the Imperial Medical Academy and the Qin army, their status was only so-so; they were just minor officials among the artisans. This was their first time coming to a power center like Zhangtai Palace.

"Your Majesty, we pay our respects," the three physicians said, bowing.

"No need for formalities. What do you think of the medical techniques in these three books?"

Ying Zheng did not explain what they were supposed to judge, but simply asked them to look at the medical book that Xu Qing had taken out.

The three doctors were somewhat puzzled, but Xu Qing simply placed the three medical scrolls in front of them. They glanced at the young and dignified Xu Qing, then each picked up a scroll and began to read.

The three were initially puzzled and confused, but after seeing the contents of the bamboo slip, their expressions became serious, and their eyes gleamed as if they had seen some rare treasure.

"What kind of medical book is this? Who wrote it?"

The older of the three exclaimed in shock. As the former Imperial Physician of the Imperial Medical Academy and now the Assistant Imperial Physician, he was one of the few famous doctors in the Qin Kingdom.

Although I didn't examine the contents of the bamboo slips in detail, I could still discern the profound medical techniques recorded within.

Upon hearing the old man's words, everyone present breathed a sigh of relief. As one of the most renowned doctors in Qin, the fact that the old man could elicit such amazement was enough to prove the value of these medical books.

Even if it couldn't be as Xu Qing described, it would still be of great benefit to the wounded soldiers of the Qin army.

Ying Zheng glanced at Xu Qing, who nodded slightly, knowing that Ying Zheng was giving him the opportunity to shine, and then spoke.

"This book was written by me. I wonder if you, sir, have any guidance for me?"

The old man and the other two middle-aged men looked at Xu Qing with doubt and suspicion in their eyes. They were quite certain that these three volumes of medical books were the culmination of a great medical work, which could not have been written without decades of immersion in medical skills. How could they have been written by a child who was not even twenty years old?

"Young man, did you really write this book?" the old man asked Xu Qing with suspicion.

“That’s right. I haven’t had a chance to introduce myself yet. My name is Xu Qing, and I’m from Xinzheng, South Korea,” Xu Qing said with a light laugh.

"You're Xu Qing!? The Korean Imperial Physician!?"

The three stared wide-eyed, looking Xu Qing up and down, their faces filled with shock.

“That’s right, but I am no longer the Imperial Physician of Han. The King did not consider me despicable and invited me to Qin. Now I am an official of Qin.” Xu Qing said, cupping his hands.

"So it was you. If you wrote this medical book, then it makes sense. I'm afraid no one else in the world could write such a book except you."

The elderly man at the head of the group excitedly grabbed Xu Qing's hand and said, his eyes red and his words full of emotion.

Xu Qing's significance to the medical community is extraordinary. Not only was he the deputy head of the medical community appointed by the recognized head of the family, Mr. Nian Duan, but his righteous act of treating the people in Xinzheng, South Korea, perfectly exemplified the medical community's oath to protect all people.

Moreover, for the physicians in power, Xu Qing was undoubtedly the uncrowned leader and a figure of faith. When the faction in power was looked down upon by the opposition and was constantly criticized by various schools of thought, this young imperial physician, Xu Qing, stepped forward and successfully restored the prestige of the faction in power.

Although Xu Qing was old enough to be the old man's grandson, the old man still addressed him with utmost respect, addressing him as "you" repeatedly.

"Those who are accomplished can be teachers"—this saying is a profound truth in highly practical fields.

"You flatter me, sir," Xu Qing said modestly.

Old sir, if you can talk, then say more. Whether you can gain a foothold this time depends on you.

Seeing the three people so excited, as if they had met their idols, the people present couldn't help but feel a little anxious. They didn't want to see the three people express their admiration; they wanted to know the purpose of the medical book.

"Imperial Physician, you can speak later. Do you have an answer to my question?"

Ying Zheng looked at the old man and spoke.

(End of this chapter)