.Lin Haifeng went to the field hospital set up by the Left Army in Jiangyin early the next morning to visit nearly a thousand wounded people there. He tried his best to keep a smile on the surface and looked amiable, but his heart was extremely heavy. He also knew that as long as there was war, there would inevitably be casualties, but he just couldn't stand this.

The Red Army, Qin Rigang's troops, and Zeng Shuiyuan's troops, each of which had its own field hospitals, and each division and brigade also had health battalions, and the health soldiers of the first-level units were all not created by Lin Haifeng, but all depended on the beginning of the Imada Uprising and until it established its capital in Tianjing, and it always attached great importance to medical care.

The Yong'an system was established, and the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom had an organizational structure for internal medicine. The local medicine was the Ministry of Health of the State. Its first official was the National Medicine. The National Medicine Li Junchang was named Butianhou and ranked among the only dozen marquises in the early days of the Heavenly Dynasty. Under the National Medicine, there were "many officials". If there were four supervisors, the commander of the internal medicine, the commander of the court, and four supervisors, who were specialized in the surgery department, and they were also commander of the commander of the National Medicine. In addition, there were four supervisors ("and" equivalent to that of the National Medicine".

As for our current "deputy"), there are seven internal doctors, seven internal doctors, one critical one (i.e. emergency doctor), nine internal pulse doctors, etc., which are all equivalent to different positions from the same position as general, general system, military supervisor to military commander. One thing we must be clear is that they are not just officials, but each of them is a top-notch medical expert. Among them, Li Junchang is the best, he once used surgery to cure the eye disease of Dongwang Yang Xiuqing.

The Dianwen Medical is actually both the Ministry of Health and a national hospital. The Celestial Empire also attached great importance to private medical care. As soon as it entered Tianjing, the Celestial Empire mobilized and encouraged people inside and outside the city to vaccinate vaccinated with cowpox and prevent smallpox. At the same time, doctors were arranged in streets of all sizes and streets, and pharmacies were set up to provide free medical conditions for the people.

In the army, the original medical conditions have reached the peak. Headed by the generals and officers of the General of the General of the End of the Reward and Inspection Center, there are one hero in charge of medicinal materials, four internal medicine, four internal medicine, and 25 internal medicine doctors who are responsible for trauma treatment, and one critically responsible for emergency management. They are all doctors who enjoy the treatment of military supervision or above. There are countless subordinate officials, and even the psychiatric (nurse) who are responsible for taking care of the injured and sick people.

At that time, the actual number of Taiping Army was generally only about 2,500. With such a large medical team, it shows how complete the health system this is. Not only that, the Taiping Army always stipulates that the injured, sick, old and weak must not be abandoned, and each must be protected. All the horses of all officials of all sizes must be ridden for the injured, sick, elderly and weak. If there are not enough horses, soldiers will be specially organized to carry them. In addition, a weekly inspection report system is strictly stipulated. In order to facilitate the recovery of the injured, it is necessary to specifically stipulate that the injured and sick people need to be provided with meat in two or three days. Whether doctors, officials, or even soldiers, they must give priority to the injured and sick people.

With this alone, it is not difficult for us to imagine why the Taiping Army has such strong combat effectiveness. If I say this is a kind of class friendship, some people may not want to listen, but that's the truth.

Zou Guojian's left shoulder was wrapped in thick white cloth, and his originally fair face became a little more pale. He was injured three or four inches long, especially because he lost too much blood. Until now, he was still dizzy and exhausted. However, the troops were starting out and he heard that he was going to fight Suzhou, so he couldn't lie down no matter what. He got up early in the morning and was packing up and leaving the hospital.

Doctors have the responsibility of doctors, not to mention the strict system. The doctor who came to the examination did not listen to any requests or explanations from Zou Guojian. He had a stern face and only said, "You should just recover from injuries honestly and don't cause trouble for everyone."

It is rare for a scholar like Zou Guojian to be as strong as a fire. Since it doesn't make sense, he struggled to get out of bed, "I'll talk to you well, but you don't listen. I'll see that I'm going to leave. What can you do to me?"

"Who is this? He's so angry?"

"You care, old" Zou Guojian picked up the cotton coat and barely put his right arm in. But as soon as he raised his left hand, a piercing pain made him grin and sweat came out. At this moment, he heard someone at the door "provocative" words, and turned around and gritted his teeth and wanted to say something else. When the words came to his mouth, he quickly swallowed and squirted, shrinking the words below. Then, he grinned again, and his face was embarrassing, embarrassing, and a smile that was even worse than crying.

Lin Haifeng looked at each place, comforting and encouraging the wounded. When he heard a strong and sharp Sichuan accent from a ward, he smiled and pushed the door and walked in. Sure enough, the little Sichuan dwarf standing opposite him was the strange Zou Guojian.

"Your Highness," Zou Guojian looked at King An who came in, and then looked at his own bunk. He didn't know if he should stand like this or go back to the bunk.

"Haha, it's quite awesome, scholars can curse people." Lin Haifeng looked at Zou Guojian, then looked at the other wounded people in the room who were laughing, nursing, and a proud medical officer. He waved his hand, "You should watch him well. If you dare to leave the door, use a big stick to break his leg to see who is powerful!"

Zou Guojian crawled back to the bed without any temper, "Your Highness, my injury is not serious. Besides, this little injury does not affect riding a horse, nor does it affect using a gun." He muttered, looking at King An.

Lin Haifeng nodded and smiled, "Yes, it doesn't affect riding a horse or shooting a gun. Can you wear clothes? Are you loading bullets? You?"

When Zou Guojian heard what King An said, he felt a little bit out of the door, so he quickly sat up and smiled embarrassedly, "Your Highness, I was not used to it just now, so I didn't put it on, but now it's fine." As he said that, he picked up the six-round gun beside the bed, shook his right hand, opened the bullet casing, and poured the six bullets onto the bed. Then, he quickly clamped the gun onto the bend of his legs, and in an instant he loaded the bullet. He turned the gun on his hand drippingly, looking up at King An, "Your Highness, is this OK?"

"Not bad, really good," Lin Haifeng praised, turning his head to look at the medical officer, "The hospital must strictly implement the discharge management system for the injured and sick. No one is allowed to be discharged before it is fully recovered. If you dare to make things difficult for your doctor, please ask him to come to me."

The medical officer smiled and helped Zou Guojian lie down, "Did you hear it? Cultivate well? I promise you will be discharged from the hospital within two months. If you make trouble like this, not only will the injury not heal, but it will cause a big deal, and you will not be able to be disabled."

Seeing Zou Guojian still looking a little depressed, Lin Haifeng pulled the quilt to cover him and looked at the wounded in the house, "You can't be anxious about anything. It's a good thing to want to fight, and there are some wars in the future. However, your current task is to take care of the wounds as soon as possible. Only with a good body can you fight back to your hometown and fight all over the country."

"It's so unlucky, I've just fought a battle." Zou Guojian lamented and shook his head helplessly.

"Yes, it's just a war," Lin Haifeng raised his head, "There are some brothers who died after just a war."

After leaving the ward, Lin Haifeng arrived at the backyard accompanied by the dean. There were corpses of Tianjun soldiers who were martyred for the Celestial Empire, and the nurses were doing the final sorting for the sacrificed brothers one by one.

Lin Haifeng looked at the dean and said in a low voice, "Be careful, be sure to ask the brothers to go on the road cleanly!"

At this moment, he suddenly thought of the Miao family mansion that no longer existed. In Jiangyin, only he knew what the fire was going on. It was done by people from the Ministry of Internal Affairs. After the work, he was still a little doubtful if it was too cruel, but now he completely figured it out. If he didn't do that, he would be sorry to the brothers lying here. Maybe the young and old of the Miao family were not guilty, but he knew that once a family like this was given a chance, they would sooner or later be enemies of the Celestial Empire. War is cruel, and the struggle between classes is even more cruel, and sometimes more hidden. Treating those who hate the people extremely, can only be one word, "kill"! Don't give them any future fantasies.
Chapter completed!