1855 United States Tycoon

The two talked and walked along the lake at will. It was already the third autumn season. The lake was full of reeds, and the white reeds swayed gently in the autumn wind. As the two approached, from time to time There will be one or two wild ducks flying out of the reed swing, quacking and flying away.

"Jian Jia Cang Cang, Bai Lu is Frost...Yucai, I have been running for the revolution for so many years, but the goal of overthrowing Manqing has always been like a beautiful woman on the water side. It is beyond expectation. Now, I can finally see a little bit. Shadows are gone. The Qiu Women have also returned from abroad, and some of them will also come here as employees. In addition, we have to prepare weapons for the uprising. This medical school is also a good warehouse. It is owned by United States people. The Manchu Dynasty did not have complete evidence, so he did not dare to come in for investigation, but this matter must be kept secret. Apart from you and me, there are also Mr. Macmillan, as well as Qiu Nuxia and Bo Sun, and everyone else. Can’t tell, understand? The last time Mr. Sun and the others were in Guangxi, the last time Mr. Sun and the others were in Guangzhou, they all suffered a failure because they did not do a good job of confidentiality."

"Mr. Tao, our comrades are very reliable..." Zhou Shuren seemed to have a different opinion.

"Yucai, sometimes, even many times, the leak is not because the comrades are unreliable, but because the comrades have not received confidentiality training, and often unintentionally leak out information. Needless to say, some small and unintentional actions may reveal many secrets when they are seen by someone with a heart." Tao Chengzhang looked at Zhou Shuren as if he was not very convinced, so he sighed and said, "Yucai, I didn't personally. I’ve seen it. Some things are really hard to believe. Fortunately, Jingxiong and the others are back. Jingxiong has learned a little recently, and you will know if you have a chance to talk to her."

Zhou Shuren knew that some comrades went abroad to study revolution, but he was not very clear about the specific situation, so he nodded and said, "I really want to see them sooner."

At this time, the road under their feet turned around, and then the reeds gradually disappeared from them.

"Yucai, look, where did we go?" Tao Chengzhang said.

"Let me see, I see." Zhou Shuren was also walking randomly with Tao Chengzhang, so he didn't pay attention to where he went. But West Lake is also a place they often visit, so after looking around, Zhou Shuren determined his own direction.

"Mr. Tao, look, isn't there a lone mountain?" Zhou Shuren said.

"Ah, isn't it? Look, isn't it the outer building?" Tao Chengzhang also smiled, "Yucai, after walking so far, I am hungry too? Last time in Japan, you invited me, today I invite you to go and eat the custard fish in the West Lake outside the building."

"Mr. Tao is rich now?" Zhou Shuren smiled.

"Yes, it’s just that this money is not mine, it’s for revolution. The revolution has not succeeded, there will be a lot of money in the future, so I still can’t afford you for anything that is too extravagant. I can only take one. The fish is here to invite you. But when the revolution succeeds and after China recovers, I will definitely treat you to a real meal!"

The two of them talked and laughed as they walked forward, full of beautiful imaginations of China after the restoration of the future in their hearts. Many years later, Zhou Shuren, who has become a writer, mentioned their meeting in the collection of own essays "Come on the Flower in the Evening", and said with emotion that he was young at that time and always thought about things in the world easily. It wasn't until after a series of nails that he realized that he was not a hero who clambered up and responded.

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United States people do things neatly, and soon, on the wasteland on the shore of the lake, construction of a new medical school begins. The governor of Zhejiang in this era was a Manchurian named Xinqin. This person is a strange number in the tide of history. Compared with his predecessors and successors, he has almost left no important traces in history. It can be so, it really has a very hidden flavor.

In general, this Lord Xinqin is basically a poor person, and everything is better than nothing.

Generally speaking, in terms of the feeling of crooked nuts, it is sometimes easier to negotiate with a local official from Manchuria than with a local official from Han nationality. Because Manchurian officials are not like Han officials, they sometimes like to show their own character, and even deliberately relied on embarrassing crooked nuts to decorate themselves. The Manchurians don't need these, so they tend to agree more readily to some things within their authority. Besides, people from United States are only going to set up a medical school in Hangzhou. Since the Gengzi Year, are there any such foreign schools in China? Anyway, one more is not more, one less is not much. It would be bad if something happened because of such a thing. So Xinqin approves the project very smoothly.

Moreover, in the eyes of Chinese scholar-officials, although Western medicine is savage, skillful but innocent, unable to understand Five Elements, and not knowing Yin & Yang, it is naturally more profound and all-encompassing than the traditional Chinese medicine handed down from its ancestors. It's just like a witch doctor in the countryside. Sometimes there are some very effective remedies that don't understand, and they can also treat some intractable diseases. This is also true of Western medicine. Some diseases that are not easy to treat, let it treat the symptoms, but it is not bad. Of course, if you talk about conditioning and curing the root cause, you still have to rely on Chinese medicine. But having one more life-saving method is not a bad thing for the elders.

For the people of the Liberation Association, even if they did not mention the preparations for anti-Qing, they were very supportive of Western medicine itself. There is no need to say Zhou Shuren. Later, he directly said in "The Preface to the Scream" that "Chinese medicine is just an intentional or unintentional liar", and after studying in Japan, these people also discovered that many of the ideas of Japan's reformation actually came from And the study of western medicine. And this view became more firm after Zhou Shuren met the revolutionary McMillan from United States.

Just after the start of the medical school, Tao Chengzhang took Dean McMillan to Hangzhou. Zhou Shuren also saw this legendary figure he had heard many times from other people for the first time.It is said that this Mr. McMillan was originally a rich kid. Although he is not rich, he still has a house and a field at home. Life is endless. But this Mr. McMillan is a very kind-hearted person. After graduating from Yale University School of Medicine, he first worked as a doctor in the Salvation Hospital. Because of his outstanding medical skills, he soon became the chief surgeon and his income was naturally considerable. . But once again he saw in the newspaper the atrocities committed by the Spanish in wanton oppression and persecution of the Cubans and the Cuban people's rebellion. He was so moved that he resigned from his well-paid job and went to Cuba to work as a volunteer doctor in Cuba. It lasted for several years. It was not until Cuba succeeded in independence that he retired. Later, he participated in the Boer War and fought for the freedom of the Boers.

Because of these stories, in Zhou Shuren's heart, it is natural to connect Mr. MacMillan and the British poet Byron, and imagine him like Byron: thin, pale, stubborn, radical and profound. However, when the future dean of the medical school stood in front of him, he realized that this person and his imagination were completely different.

Mr. McMillan is not tall, and his height is only slightly taller than Zhou Shuren, but because of his short limbs, he seems to be shorter than Zhou Shuren. His arms are almost as thick as Zhou Shuren's legs, and his thighs are almost as thick as Zhou Shuren's waist, and his neck is almost thicker than his head. Although he is Caucasian, he has been in sunny Cuba for a long time, so the complexion on his face does not look like a doctor, but like a blacksmith.

Zhou Shuren has also learned some English, which makes the conversation between the two actually not a big problem. After learning that Zhou Shuren had studied medicine, McMillan was obviously very happy, and he chatted with him about the new developments in modern medicine. He also gave the latest issues of The Lancet to him. Zhou Shuren.

Of course, apart from talking about medicine, they also talked about revolution.

"The core of medicine is humanitarianism, and the revolution is the same. In my opinion, revolution is the greatest humanitarianism." McMillan said to Zhou Shuren while biting a cigar. "I am a general surgeon. I know to save people. We as doctors often need to cut off or kill the things that have been necrotic, diseased, and endanger the lives of patients. Although this is painful for patients, it is the doctor’s humanitarianism to save people. The revolution is the same. The revolution is to wipe out the necrosis in society, those that endanger the lives of most people in the entire society are like broken appendixes, or bad guys like germs. Although this will bring some losses, there may be some losses. Innocent people die in the revolution, just as our doctors kill many healthy cells with medicine or surgery. But this kind of pain is necessary. Only in this way can people be saved and more people can be saved. So Doctors and revolutionaries must not be brave to deal with these things. This is the higher humanitarianism of revolutionaries. Now as far as I feel, China’s society is seriously ill. Some revolutionaries have invited me to Get up and treat her. I think this is my duty as a doctor, so I came. I hope we can work together to cure these diseases as much as possible."

Mr. McMillan is not just talking, he can do it by himself. Many places in the medical school were designed by him, and when the construction of the college started, you can always see him running on the construction site in person. In this way, by the beginning of 1907, the construction of the hospital and medical school had been completed, doctors and teachers were in place, and enrollment could begin.

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