When Zhu Youzhen walked into the camp in the northern suburbs, he did not notice Sun Chengzong's troubled appearance beside him. However, he did not feel that now was a good time to communicate with the chief of staff, and the most important thing for him was to first gather the morale of these troops returning from the front.

No matter how things develop and change next, only by mastering the most powerful force in the vicinity of Gyeonggi can he continue to implement reforms in the court.

In the Yamen of the Shuai Si in the northern suburbs, Zhu Youzhen, who had just taken his seat in the main seat of the hall, talked for a while with the personnel of the wartime base camp who had returned from the front line, and then proposed to go to see the wounded soldiers who were placed in the military hospital first, while the others went to arrange matters related to the public sacrifice.

The newly built First Army Hospital is a row of brick bungalows, located between the camp in the northern suburbs and the family area. It was originally a few dilapidated courtyard houses, but at the beginning of the year, the northern suburbs were rebuilt, and the dilapidated courtyard houses here were bulldozed and rebuilt into the first army hospital.

The new hospital is divided into three parts, the first three rows of bungalows are outpatient and various departments, the middle two rows of bungalows are operating rooms, and the last five rows of bungalows are inpatient departments. These bungalows are separated by small gardens, and many flowers and trees are planted in the gardens, some of which were even transplanted from the garden.

Behind the inpatient department is a playground two miles long and one mile wide, the playground is laid with a layer of triple soil, and it is extremely smooth and dense, and a corner of the playground is also erected with a variety of fitness equipment made of hardwood, which are used to do rehabilitation exercises for the wounded after recovery.

The corridors of these bungalows are set in the middle of the house, and the interior walls of the rooms are plastered, and the ceilings are made in both the rooms and the corridors, separating the triangular space from the wooden roof trusses with the roof.

Each bungalow is built on a concrete pier nearly half a meter high, the floor of the bungalow is all made of varnished wooden floors, piece by piece, these half-inch thick wooden floors, are made of fine Northeast walnut wood, the texture is beautiful and generous, and the material of the floor is also very delicate.

The number of beds in each ward varies from 4 to 1, but the facilities in the wards are basically the same. The decoration of the room, except for the glass windows that are more than half a person high, looks more luxurious, and the other furniture is very simple and simple.

There are about 50 rooms in a bungalow, and toilets and washrooms are set up at both ends of the bungalow to make life easier for the wounded. The toilet and washroom are one step lower than the floor and are all concrete. The most surprising thing is the huge cost of the water system, as well as the sewer system.

Since the water system of this hospital was built, the institute had not yet developed an industrial cast iron water pipe production process, as well as the precision production of faucets and various accessories, so almost every pipe was carefully processed by hand before it could be used, and accessories such as faucets were completely handmade.

After the calculation, the cost of the water and sewerage system alone is equivalent to the civil construction investment of the new hospital. It was precisely because the construction of the hospital's water supply and drainage system was such a costly event that Zhu Youzhen later canceled the plan to renovate the water and sewer lines of his dormitory.

When Chongzhen walked to the gate of this hospital with Sun Chengzong and others, he suddenly stopped, turned to look at the huge escort team behind him, and said: "I am here to comfort the wounded, not to disturb them to recuperate. It is extremely inconvenient and unnecessary for so many of you to follow me.

The wards of this hospital are so big, how can they squeeze so many people. I saw that this was still the case, so I asked Mr. Sun and the director of the hospital to accompany me around, and you just rested outside. If you really want to go and comfort these wounded, come here yourself next time. ”

Under the persuasion of the emperor, the military officials who accompanied Chongzhen had to stop and stand outside the gate of the hospital. And Chongzhen himself took Sun Chengzong and several entourages and followed the hospital director who came out to greet him into the hospital.

When he first walked into the inpatient department where the wounded were placed, the white walls around him, the small bonsai placed in the corridor, and the quiet atmosphere made Zhu Youzhen feel that his mood was quite happy. In his eyes, the hospital in front of him is quite similar to the factory hospital he saw when he was a child.

But when he walked into the ward where the wounded were located, his originally somewhat relaxed mood suddenly became heavy. The room he walked into housed four wounded, one missing a right hand and the other a leg, while the remaining two did not lose a part of their bodies, but they were heavily bandaged between their chests and abdomen, and were said to have suffered serious injuries to their abdomen.

The wounded had apparently been informed of the Emperor's arrival. When Chongzhen walked into the room, four wounded people were trying to get up from their beds with the help of paramedics.

Zhu Youzhen hurriedly shouted: "Stop, let the wounded lie back, I am here to visit the wounded, not to toss the wounded." Be careful, and help them back to bed. Dean Li, you go and inform the other wards that you are not allowed to forcibly lift the wounded up, if something goes wrong, I will settle accounts with you. ”

Several nurses who helped the wounded up, after hearing the emperor's drinking, looked at the hospital director standing beside the emperor with some confusion, the imperial doctor from the Tai Hospital responded to Chongzhen's orders, and gestured to these nurses, asking them to put down the wounded and leave here.

"Your Majesty, the minister is also afraid of violating the etiquette of the imperial court, not wanting to toss these wounded..."The dean desperately explained his arrangement beside Chongzhen.

Zhu Youzhen didn't get angry much, he had been in this era for nearly a year, and he was already a little numb to some conventional social concepts.

He just said to the director of the hospital: "Then I will give you an order now, even if I come to the hospital in the future, I will not allow patients to get up to receive them, this is not a matter of disrespect." If someone is causing trouble in the hospital and harassing a patient, I allow you to expel the person from the hospital.

If you don't obey the hospital management, you can report to the patrol police station next to the hospital to get someone, and I will back you up. In this hospital, it is naturally the largest number of patients. So you don't have to forcibly toss the patient for the sake of some people's visits, if it aggravates the condition, who will be the one in the end? ”

After Zhu Youzhen finished speaking, he ignored the director of the hospital, walked forward to the hospital bed, and began to talk to the wounded one by one.

Chongzhen inspected several wards in a row, and found that the wounded people lying in these wards were all young people in their 20s, and he asked the dean beside him with some confusion.

The dean explained to him a few words, although the newly started medical school suggested the reasons for the high mortality rate of wounded soldiers on the battlefield, such as bacterial infections and excessive blood loss.

However, the first-aid measures that can be done in the field hospitals on the front line are also very limited, because the blood type of the human body and the blood transfusion equipment have not been developed, and there is no specific drug for bacterial infection.

Therefore, what the front-line hospital can do is to clean the wounds, change the cotton bandages frequently, and do a good job of sanitation in the wounded barracks. To be honest, apart from surgeries such as amputation, most of the work that frontline hospitals can do is not medical treatment, but the work of caring for the wounded.

In the past, the mortality rate of wounded soldiers on the battlefield in Liaodong was almost as high as 90%, because the battlefield medical care of the Ming army has never formed a fixed system, and it completely depends on the personal importance of the commanders of each army.

When there was no large-scale rout on the battlefield in Liaodong, although the battlefield medical care of the Ming army was very bad, at least there was still this establishment. However, with the defeat of the Liaodong Army by Jiannu, the battlefield medical care in the Liaodong Army basically disappeared.

For the commander-in-chief of the army, it is really not cost-effective to spend a lot of effort to contain and treat the wounded. A large part of these wounded soldiers, even if they recover, are only crippled, not only can they not go to the battlefield, but they have to spend a sum of money to support them.

There were refugees everywhere outside the border, and it didn't cost much to recruit a group of new soldiers, so the Ming army paid less and less attention to the medical assistance of wounded soldiers on the battlefield.

As a result, the veterans of the army, although not very brave in battle, are far more able to protect themselves on the battlefield than the recruits.

This situation not only appeared in the army of Liaodong, but also in the other Ming armies on the nine sides of the Ming Dynasty.

In the battle with the Mongolian Chahar Department on the Fengchuan grassland, the soldiers who were seriously wounded in the Ming army were naturally mainly recruits who had not been on the battlefield.

As for the veterans, most of them only suffered some flesh wounds, and under the care of the front-line field hospital, they quickly recovered their health. And most of the wounded who were able to be sent back to Beijing were seriously wounded, so it is not surprising that they were mainly young recruits.

Zhu Youzhen's expression was solemn after listening, and after he walked a few steps, he asked the dean beside him again: "Then on this battlefield, what percentage of our wounded could not be saved?" ”

This Dean Li lowered his head and thought for a moment before replying, "It's about 25%, Your Majesty." But compared to the past, this is already a very good result. ”

One out of every four wounded could not be saved, and such a high mortality rate was somewhat unacceptable to Zhu Youzhen.

For him, every soldier who is willing to defend the Ming Dynasty with his life is his most valuable asset. When these warriors are all withered, can he still count on those nobles and gentlemen to defend the Ming Dynasty, this is obviously impossible.

"Let the doctors in the front-line field hospitals make a summary of the treatment of the wounded in this war, find out the shortcomings, and retain the effective measures. In addition, a group of women will be recruited as nurses, and women will be more attentive to the patients, and it will also relieve the tension of the wounded. Zhu Youzhen instructed the dean beside him.

Sun Chengzong, who accompanied Chongzhen to visit the hospital, subconsciously frowned after hearing this, but after looking at the wounded in the ward, he finally didn't say anything.

However, Dean Li was a little hesitant, and proposed to Chongzhen euphemistically whether recruiting a woman as a nurse would attract criticism. His worries were denied by Chongzhen.

Halfway through the inspection, a young soldier who had lost his legs timidly made a request to Chongzhen: "Your Majesty, can I return to the army after I am injured?" It doesn't matter if you can't go back, but can you not throw me into the Rongyang Home, I heard that the people who enter the Rongyang Home are all wasted people, I, I'm not a waste person. ”

The soldier in front of him, whose face was immature and only eighteen or nineteen years old, looked at him expectantly as if he was grasping the last straw. Zhu Youzhen suddenly felt a stab in his heart, choked in his throat, and didn't know how to answer this question.