Because Wang Qiao's noble brother became the Prime Minister in the same year. As the saying goes, one hero has three helpers, and one fence has three stakes. The Jinshi in the 26th year of Jiajing are blessed!

Naturally, Mr. Zhang would lend a hand to his old brother, and since the Ministry of Personnel was controlled by the Jiangnan Gang, Wang Qiao's good days were finally coming.

In the first year of the Wanli reign, he was appointed as the assistant governor of Zhejiang, and was soon promoted to Shang Baoqing. Everyone knew that this was just a transition to a higher rank, and Wang was about to rise to prominence.

Wang Qiao's ambitions returned, and he felt that he had a bright future ahead of him. His son, a good student, should not be wasted just by becoming a doctor.

As the saying goes, "If you can't be a good prime minister, then be a good doctor." With his son's ability, it's no problem for him to pass the imperial examination. Since he has the hope of becoming a good prime minister, who would bother to be a good doctor?

Wang Qiao wanted his son to transfer to Yufeng Academy. Wang Kentang had just finished his medical school and stayed at the school as the deputy director of the Vaccine Research Center. He was ready to roll up his sleeves and work hard to benefit the people of the world! How could he listen to his father?

But it was hard to disobey one's father's orders in this era, Wang Kentang was in a dilemma and finally decided to go south to avoid the limelight. He first went to South China Hospital as the director of the inpatient department until the servants of the Wang family found Chaozhou.

Wang Kentang fled to Taiwan again and served as one of the vice presidents of the Coast Guard General Hospital. Who knew that the Wang family had such extensive connections that they found Fengshan County again...

It just so happened that the headquarters was about to form a front-line medical team, so he used all his might to persuade Chen Shigong to give him this opportunity, and followed Zhao Hao to Luzon.

~~

When Zhao Hao received the report from the reconnaissance team, he was visiting the wounded in the field hospital as usual.

The coast guard suffered very little damage in this battle, with only more than 20 officers and soldiers killed. In addition, nearly 100 people were injured, but only more than 30 were seriously injured. Most of them had minor injuries such as flesh wounds, sprains, and small burns. They should have been discharged after treatment in the outpatient clinic and would not have to be hospitalized.

However, Zhao Hao saw that all 200 beds in the hospital were occupied. Wang Kentang had to set up a few more medical tents, with 100 beds...

"So many hospitalizations?" Zhao Hao was shocked. Although the field hospital also treated Chinese patients, in order to ensure the quality of medical care, the inpatient department only admitted marine police officers and soldiers. Including Wang Rulong's naval fleet, there were a total of 8,000 marine police in Luzon, and now nearly 300 people were hospitalized. This made Zhao Hao wonder if the epidemic he was most worried about had happened?

"I haven't heard of any infectious diseases?" Jin Ke, who accompanied the tour, was also puzzled. According to regulations, coast guard officers and soldiers who have symptoms such as chills, fever, vomiting, etc. must seek medical treatment immediately. Doctors do not need to confirm the diagnosis. As long as they suspect a first-level infectious disease, they must report it immediately.

Fortunately, the marine officers and soldiers have long developed good personal hygiene habits. It is not an exaggeration to say that they are the most hygienic people in the world. After arriving in Luzon, they have strengthened preventive measures such as mosquito prevention, disinfection, and purification...

The Chinese were not allowed to be hospitalized in order to prevent them from spreading the epidemic to the coast guard officers and soldiers. Therefore, after more than two months in Luzon, the coast guard officers and soldiers have not had any infectious diseases.

"Well, there are no infectious diseases." Wang Kentang, who had a strong scholarly air, said a little embarrassedly: "They are just some minor illnesses such as headaches, fever, sprained ankles, and heatstroke..."

"Oh my god, he's already pretending to be sick?" Mr. Zhao found it hard to accept. Where were his honest marine police officers? Wasn't the speed of their degeneration too fast?

He was secretly reflecting on whether he had been too pampered to the coast guards, when suddenly his eyes lit up...

I saw a few nurses wearing blue uniforms and white boat-shaped hats, carrying trays full of medicines, walking towards me, talking and laughing.

"Wow..." Zhao Hao opened his mouth wide and rubbed his eyes in disbelief.

He never thought that he would see this scene again in his lifetime.

Nurses are not uncommon, but this is a female nurse!

Although they were not very pretty, their nurse uniforms were very conservative, with a light blue boa constrictor, a white narrow-sleeved shirt lining, a light blue pleated skirt, and a swallowtail hat made of a handkerchief. They looked generous and very dignified.

But what's that saying? After three years in the army, how can you be as good as Diao Chan?

Not to mention three years, Zhao Hao hasn't been near women for three months, and he drooled when he saw these pretty young nurses.

Mr. Zhao, who had a strong sense of empathy, immediately understood the officers and soldiers. No wonder they would flirt with patients. If it were me, I would do the same, and flirt as hard as I could, and I would not stop until I flirted with a nurse...

"When did your hospital start using female nurses?" Zhao Hao couldn't help but glance at Wang Kentang and said, "Why didn't you tell me about such a big thing?"

"Ah, is this still a big deal?" Wang Kentang pushed his glasses and said nervously, "It is indeed immoral, but doctors are like parents. Once you enter the hospital, you should consider everything for the patients. Everything else can be put aside for the time being."

"Did I say you did something wrong?" Zhao Hao rolled his eyes at him again and said, "What I meant is that I am also very experienced in dealing with female nurses. You can say hello to me and we can study it together."

For example, why is there a vest over the nurse's uniform? It blocks the lines. It's a real mistake!

Hearing that the young master was not blaming him, Wang Kentang breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Actually, this is what Vice President Chen meant. He said that in the book Nursing written by the young master, it is written that 'research has found that when women are present, the wounded will have a much higher tolerance for pain, their behavior will be much more civilized, and they will be particularly obedient.' So he recruited dozens of female nurses from Fengshan County, and after training them in the General Hospital for a period of time, he forced them into the front-line medical team and asked them to assist the male nurses in caring for the wounded. He said he wanted to see if this was the case."

"Is that so..." Zhao Hao smiled awkwardly. He didn't expect that after turning around, it would still stay on his head. No wonder this nurse's cap looked so familiar. Wasn't it on the cover of that book that Sister Ma had drawn and worn herself?

Little Chen is really smart, much better than his master... Master Zhao nodded with satisfaction, thinking that he must be cultivated well.

"How is it? How are the experimental results?" he asked again with concern.

"Young Master has seen it, it's too good." Wang Kentang said with a wry smile, "In the hands of the female nurses, they are indeed as obedient as kittens. However, the officers and soldiers usually advocate not leaving the front line with minor injuries, and the hospital is often empty all year round. But since they knew that there were female nurses in the field hospital, they began to treat minor illnesses and minor injuries with major treatments. They are all old soldiers, and they insist that they are not well yet, and we can't chase them away. We can only let them stay in the beds first..."

"These bastards!" Jin Ke couldn't hold back his expression and said angrily, "Won't this delay the treatment of the real wounded?!"

"That's not the case. When the wounded came yesterday, they all took the initiative to make room for the beds, helped the nurses carry the patients in and out, and took care of the patients' excrement and urine." Wang Kentang said pertinently, "I don't know if it was to show off in front of the female nurses, or was it really a comradeship?"

"Both." Zhao Hao laughed and said, "This is easy to solve. If you suspect someone is a patient, give them acupuncture. Use the thickest needles to make them into hedgehogs. If it doesn't work, you can use electroacupuncture. I don't believe that I can't drive them away."

"..." Wang Kentang was sweating, thinking that he was really too bookish. He knew that the master was just talking casually, and he didn't want him to give electroacupuncture to the patient. He was just telling himself that he didn't want to get involved in this matter.

In fact, Wang Kentang wanted to ask the prince to issue a document to ask the officers and soldiers not to pretend to be sick. The officers and soldiers would definitely listen to him and go back obediently.

But how could a superior be allowed to do such an offensive thing? As expected, the young master kicked the ball back.

Obviously, this problem has to be solved by myself.

Alas, my Wang family is really good at studying but not at being an official. He couldn't help but sighed, and felt more and more that it was right for him to become a doctor.

~~

But in the end Zhao Hao still helped him solve the problem.

After visiting the officers and soldiers wounded in the battle, Master Zhao had a cordial chat with the young men who were sick and had lunch with them.

After he had his meal and left the field hospital, the sick guys swarmed to the doctor and demanded to be discharged immediately, not wanting to stay all night.

Zhao Hao didn't blame them at all. He just chatted with them during the meal about how many points they could earn and how much bonus they could get from this expedition...

The veteran soldiers themselves couldn't stay any longer because the cost of being sick was too high!

After returning to the headquarters, Ximen Qing, who was in charge of counting the spoils, came to report that the Spanish silver vault had been found.

"According to the preliminary count, there are about 500,000 taels of gold and 4 million taels of silver in the treasury of the Governor's Mansion." Ximen Qing said happily: "It will take a few days to count the other places, but it is definitely not a small number."

"Haha, we're getting rich." Zhao Hao whistled happily, "I knew these red-haired devils were rich, but I didn't expect them to be so rich!"

In fact, this is normal, because this is the characteristic of the galleon trade. The low productivity level of the Americas makes their products uncompetitive in Asia. Therefore, Asian merchants only want their precious metals and nothing else. Otherwise, 70% of the silver produced in South America would not flow into the Ming Dynasty.

Moreover, everything the Spanish bought was expensive. If they wanted to fill a ship with goods, they had to exchange it for a ship of silver. Therefore, they had to have a huge amount of silver in order to purchase goods from Asia, mainly from the Ming Dynasty.

"But don't rush to transport the silver." Zhao Hao picked up a cigar from the table, put it to his nose and sniffed it to refresh himself. Seeing Ximen Qing's eyes shining, he threw a cigar to the smoker.

Ximen Qing happily took it, took out the lamp, and wanted to light it to enjoy himself.

"That one is not easy to light a cigar, use this." Zhao Hao threw him a small square copper box.

"What is this?" Ximen Qing liked it as soon as he saw it. It was heavy and fit perfectly in his hand, but he didn't know what it was used for.

"Lighter." Zhao Hao smiled faintly and picked up another small copper box. With a click, he opened the copper cover with his thumb, and then rubbed the roller with his fingertips. Sparks flew and the cotton core caught fire.

Then he lit a cigar with a very cool movement.