Qian Yi followed Chen Yijian through the crowded crowd and came to the official office of the Imperial Medical Bureau.

Qian Yi found that everything here was completely different from the Imperial Medical Bureau he remembered.

Even the plaque has been changed.

The plaque that originally hung the Imperial Medical Bureau has been replaced by a brand new plaque that reads: Bianjing's First Injury Medicine Institute.

Several doors were also carved open on both sides of the gate.

There were officials on duty at the door, and there were even vicious officers and soldiers holding weapons to maintain order.

“Everyone is in line, all is in line!”

"Those who have insurance enter from the left and hold a letter of guarantee to visit the hospital; those who have insurance enter from the right and pay the money to select an official to visit the hospital!"

Qian Yi was puzzled and didn't understand what it meant.

So much so that he had an illusion that one day in the mountains has been in the world for thousands of years.

He thought that on the way he came, the scene of Jing'anfang that he saw was also seen, and a sense of disconnection arose in his heart.

Chen Yijian took him and walked directly into the official office.

As soon as he entered the door, Qian Yi saw that in the corridors on both sides of the gate, there seemed to be two tables on each, and behind the table were officials from the Imperial Medical Bureau.

He soon discovered that there was a clear distinction between the crowds in the two corridors.

Most of the people in the corridor on the left were poor families dressed in shabby or even shabby clothes, and there were very few people, which looked sparse.

The families of these people all hold some kind of official documents.

The people on the right are dressed in a variety of clothes, and they all look fierce and evil. The number of these people is several times that of the people on the left.

Qian Yi looked at it, a little curious, so he grabbed Chen Yijian's hand and asked in a low voice: "Official Court... is this?"

"Oh..." Chen Yijian explained with a smile: "Zhongyang doesn't know yet... In June this year, the current official changed the Cooked Medicine Institute under the Imperial Medical Bureau to be the first trauma medicine institute in Bianjing. He was a doctor in the clinic and specialized in various trauma, causing fractures... "

"Now, the first medicine center for injury is the most famous medicine center for injury in Bianjing and even the entire Kaifeng Prefecture!"

"The medical officer in the clinic is named Sai Yan Luo, and Hua Tuo. Whether it is a sore outside the sword or a fracture, as long as it is sent in time, it is generally not a risk of life or a disability!"

"So, the transaction of the trauma medicine shop is now the number one in the capital!"

"Buy and sell?" Qian Yi swallowed. Isn't this cooked medicine store a place to sell mixed agents with Baixing at a affordable price?

Why has it become a place for buying and selling?

Do you still need the dignity of the court?

Chen Yijian obviously saw his question and said, "This is the wisdom of the son Zhezhi today!" As he said that, he bowed to the direction of the imperial city.

"Look at Zhongyang, the wounded on the left is the streets and the officials in the wing room issued a guarantee letter."

"The guarantee letter is signed by the security guard in the room or the gentry in the room to protect the injury from being a person in the room. He is not a criminal offender, but was actually injured by accident. He also needs to be signed by a medical officer of the local medical center or Futian Hospital to confirm that the local medical center is powerless and transferred to the Bianjing Injury Injury In order to treat it."

"There are only basic medical expenses for such injuries."

Qian Yi nodded as he heard this.

This should be improved in the past functions of the Cooked Medicine.

"As for the injury on the right..." Chen Yijian smiled contemptuously: "Zhongyang should be able to guess their heels and their origins."

Qian Yi nodded.

He could naturally see the heels of those who were queuing up in the corridor on the right.

This can be seen from their outfits, expressions, and appearances.

They were all big and thick, with fleshy faces all over their faces. The injuries they brought were either carried or supported by them, and their bodies were covered with straps.

Among them, you can occasionally see some monks with ring scars on their heads.

Obviously, these guys were injured in the fight.

So, do you need to say what origins these guys are?

They are probably not the heroes of Bianjing City, or the minions and hawks that are raised by others.

Qian Yi swallowed his saliva and whispered: "How can I treat such rascal rogues when I was opened by the imperial court..."

Chen Yijian smiled and said, "This is the sacred place of the official family."

"If there were no such people, how could there be dozens of mature medicine shops that are now spread all over Bianjing?"

These people are the God of Wealth in the Imperial Physician Bureau!

It is precisely because of heroes that fights happen every day because of snatching territory.

Cooking medicine shops makes a lot of money.

Chen Yijian also wanted to get Qian Yi, the imperial physician beside the official family, so he whispered and said to the tables placed in the corridor on the right: "Please look at Zhongyang..."

"The Injury Medicine Institute is divided into five levels for these people's medical treatment..."

"The fifth-class consultation is the medical officer of the civilian clinic on the left. The decoctions used are equal, but the medical expenses and medical expenses are twice as expensive as those of civilians!"

"The first-class medical treatment in the injury medicine institute is the national medical treatment. Please ask the best medical officer, use the best decoction, and ask the best nursing staff... The price is a hundred times or a thousand times that of the fifth grade!"

"It is precisely because of this that the Imperial Medical Bureau today can support hundreds of medical officials without spending public funds in the court, and collect thousands of medical students!" Chen Yijian said this, full of pride.

In history, the prosperity of medicine has never been like it is now!

The Imperial Medical Bureau now has dozens of medical professors (the Imperial Medical Bureau of the Northern Song Dynasty imitates the Imperial Academy system, with Zhai as a subject, and the professor is the bishop of this Zhai), and more than a hundred Zhai teachers (can be understood as counselors and assistants).

There are nearly a thousand third-class medical students in total.

There were hundreds of medical officials who were treated in mature medicine centers in Bianjing, and they regularly selected medical officials to Futian Hospital for consultation.

In addition, there are more than a hundred medical officials, who are divided into various prefectures and counties in the world according to the system, and are medical professors or military doctors in the state.

As an editor in the Imperial Physician Bureau, he will be famous in history.

He may even become a medical saint who is comparable to the saints of medicine and the King of Medicine.

I was full of confidence and excitement.

Qian Yi listened and smacked his tongue.

He looked at the heroes who were queuing for consultation, and felt that these people were surrounded by a sacred halo.

In the eyes of doctors like him, what kind of rogues are these heroes?

He is clearly the benefactor of medicine!

They are noble and selfless, and are selfless.

In order to prosper in medicine, we will be brave enough to fight ruthlessly and take risks with our own risk!

that is……

Qian Yi made up his calculations in his mind and said, "Official Court, can the Cooking Medicine Institute make tens of thousands of yuan in a month now?"

Qian Yizi knew that the responsibility of the Imperial Medical Bureau was to train and select medical officials in the past.

After nine years of Xining, a mature medicine institute was added to prepare and reagents, mature medicines, and bought them at the market price. If there is an epidemic, the mature medicine institute will also assume the function of distributing basic medicines to the people free of charge.

As a result, the Cooking Medicine Institute became a few of the various departments established by the new law, which were not attacked by others and were unanimously praised.

However, even though the Cooked Medicine Institute was established, it was still profitable (10 years in Xining, one year after the Cooked Medicine Institute was established, the profit was 25,000 yuan. In the seventh year of Yuanfeng, eight years after the Cooked Medicine Institute was established, the profit had reached more than 100,000 yuan.)

But the expenditure and burden are still heavy.

The Imperial Medical Bureau itself still has no ability to make blood.

Whether it is training medical officials or studying drugs, it depends on the grants from the Ministry of Revenue.

The money allocated by the Ministry of Revenue is limited.

This will determine the scale of the Imperial Physician Bureau.

Since ten years since Xining, there has been only one professor in the Jiuzhai Prescription Department of the Imperial Medical Bureau, and each professor has a limited number of medical students.

The rated number of top-level students is 20, the rated number of middle-level students is 30, and the rated number of lower-level students is 50, which adds up to exactly one hundred.

Only if a student passes the assessment can he or she be replenished.

This is already a huge progress - during the Jiayou period, there were only twenty or thirty students in the Imperial Medical Bureau.

However, Chen Yijian now told him that the current Imperial Medical Bureau has expanded ten times more than Yuanfeng in terms of medical students, reaching as many as a thousand people!

Just this one, I am afraid I don’t know how much money, grain and salary the Imperial Medical Bureau has to spend every month!

As Qian Yi knows, third-class students in the Imperial Medical Bureau can get money.

The upper-class students have 20 stakes per month, the middle-class students have 10 stakes per month, and the lower-class students have 5 stakes per month.

If it is allocated according to the original third-class student ratio of 2 to 3 to 5.

For these thousand students, the Imperial Medical Bureau will give them 9,500 stalemates every month!

Including the salary, food, material, and four seasons of medical professors, teachers of Zhai, and hundreds of medical officials who are in the clinic, and the maintenance costs of the Imperial Medical Bureau's own system, the monthly expenditure of the Imperial Medical Bureau is probably more than 30,000 guan.

Qian Yi has never seen so much money in his life.
To be continued...