602 Baicao Hospital opened

It was Wan Muyang’s second birthday, and the family had several tables of wine, and the whole afternoon was filled with excitement.

Because of the birth of his grandson, Chang Chunfeng no longer cared about his face and took his wife and children to the Wan family. After the first time, there was a second time. After so many times, he got used to it and occasionally even had a drink with Wan Changsheng.

Mei Niang was in the backyard, and the two of them seldom met. When they really met, they could greet each other calmly, without any emotion.

Last spring, they moved into the Marquis' Mansion, and the Sun family also moved into their new home. The two mansions were not far apart, so it was convenient for them to travel back and forth.

The name Mu Yang was given by his great-grandmaster, Old Master Wang. Old Master Wang suggested to Wan Changsheng and Ping An that Mu Yang's registered surname is Wan, the same as Ping An's, but the Wan and Chang families are both listed in the family tree. After all, he is the grandson of Chang Chunfeng by blood, and this is a fact that cannot be changed.

Wan Changsheng naturally agreed. Ping An was just like that. As long as he was registered as the eldest grandson, it would be fine.

The next afternoon, Ping'an went to the medical clinic. His master had wanted to discuss the opening of Baicao Hospital with him last night, but he drank too much and had to go back with Uncle Ming and the others.

"Sir, you're here too? Don't you have to work this afternoon?"

Sun Wen smiled and said, "I have asked for leave. I will be here this morning to help your master calculate various expenses."

Sun Sicheng came over and said, "Ping An, Master promised the chief accountant of Baicao Hospital to your husband. No matter how many hospitals are opened, he will be the chief accountant of the hospital. The chief steward is promised to your uncle Ming."

Ping An laughed and said, "Master, isn't it a bit of a waste of talent to let a fifth-rank official be your accountant? Sir, isn't it good to be an official?"

Sun Wen shook his head: "Sir, you have been following your master for so many years and have long been accustomed to a free and easy life. Now your brother Zhiyuan has become mature and sensible. Zhichen passed the imperial examination last year and will take the exam in ten days. You have helped the teacher teach him his lessons in the past few years, so you should have some confidence. If it doesn't work out, come back in three years."

Their brothers have all married and have children, so naturally the master wants to live his own life. Your mistress is willing, but she wants me to wait for Zhichen."

Ping An understood that if Zhichen had graduated from high school and had a father who was a fifth-rank official, things would be smoother for him in every aspect. Although he was a fellow apprentice of Zhichen and Zhiyuan, their relationship was still a little distant after all.

"Sir, it would be great if you could be the chief accountant of the hospital. Being an official is really boring. Fortunately, I have been on duty for half a day and follow my master for the other half of the day. Otherwise, I can't stand it. Sir, I don't want to be the head of the hospital anymore. I have submitted my resignation twice, but the emperor won't let me go."

Sun Yat-sen and Sun Sicheng both laughed. This Mr. Wang was very interesting.

"Ping An, Mu Yang will be three years old next year. You can send him to Mr. Wang to start his formal education. He is really smart. Other children can't speak clearly when they are two years old, but he can chat with you and take care of your emotions. He is really rare."

Sun Wen laughed and shook his head. If it weren't for Mr. Wang, he really wanted to take over the teaching himself.

When Sun Sicheng mentioned his eldest grandson, his eyes narrowed into slits with a smile: "Ah Wen, that child is not really smart. Ping An was probably not as smart as him when he was young. I taught him the names of medicinal herbs once and he could remember most of them. Yun Hua from Chang Qing's family is three months younger than him and he still pees on himself from time to time."

Speaking of the eldest grandson, he is cute, but he can't compare with the eldest grandson.

Sun Wen thought of his own granddaughter, who was only a little over one year old. He also liked her, but he had never seen a girl as clever and quirky as Mu Yang.

"Ping An, Mu Yang, I will definitely teach him medical skills. Even if he wants to pursue a career in politics like you, he must learn medicine. I've said it in advance. Next year, he will start formally teaching when he's three years old. This year, I'll just teach him the names of medicinal herbs occasionally to cultivate his interest in medicine."

Ping An waved his hands: "You can teach me as much as you want. I promise that I will do whatever he wants. Master, sir, have we gotten the topic wrong? We are here to discuss the opening of Baicao Hospital today."

Sun Sicheng glared at him, "I don't know? Isn't it too early now? Ah Wen, tell him what we discussed. This kid is becoming less and less likable."

Sun Wen smiled and said, "Okay, I'll tell you."

The eldest son loves Ping An from the bottom of his heart. He loves Chang Qing and Chang Yuan much less than that. However, no one is jealous of Ping An. This is the charm of Ping An.

In fact, he is the same. This child treats him, the eldest son, and the great master with the same respect and sincerity, and never favors one over the other. This is not easy.

The clothes they wear all year round are basically made by Ping'an. The lady once joked that now she only needs to make underwear for him.

No family is short of several hundred taels of silver to make clothes every year, but the children are filial and want to wear them comfortably. It has been several years since Ping An came to Beijing.

The three of them discussed the hospital's opening for an hour. Ping An took out a piece of paper from his arms and said, "Sir, Master, this is the hospital's opening flyer I drew last night. If it's feasible, you can print hundreds of copies and let Xiao Ming, Da Lin and others take some people to distribute it on the streets.

On the opening day, in addition to gongs and drums, they also distributed steamed buns to the onlookers at noon, and cooked some eggs, one for each person. It was not expensive but very popular.

The reason why Ping An mentioned eggs is that his two farms now raise tens of thousands of chickens. The eggs that he eats from earthworms are large and yellow, and have become famous. Almost everyone in the capital knows about them. Even the imperial palace eats these eggs. Which hotel would not compete to book them?

Sun Yat-sen and Sun Sicheng both nodded, saying that this was indeed feasible.

On the eighth day of March, after more than a month of promotion, Baicao Hospital finally opened.

Ping An was amazed at the master's generosity. The hospital was built at the inner end of East Street. Although it was in the city, it was not in the downtown area. It was very quiet and large, covering an area of ​​more than ten acres. It was basically built according to the drawings he had drawn before. There were outpatient areas, inpatient areas, infectious wards, obstetrics and gynecology areas, a cafeteria, a rest area for medical staff, and a convenience store. The store sold all kinds of daily necessities.

There is a large enough and flat venue. In addition to some flowers and trees for people to appreciate, it can accommodate as many vehicles as possible.

There are quite a few guards. He Jin is in charge of this area. There will be people patrolling day and night, so there is no need to worry about safety issues here.

Such a large site is surprisingly compact on all sides, and I don’t know how much money was spent on the high walls. Of course, these walls were not wasted. In many places, this wall was used to build three more walls, making the houses usable.

Ping An had flyers distributed everywhere. Before the hospital opened, people of all ages in Beijing knew about it. They even knew about the various benefits of the hospital. They no longer had to worry about their patients not being able to find a doctor at night.

There is no curfew at night in the Great Zhou Dynasty. As long as you don't cause trouble, you can walk on the street in the middle of the night.