New Ming Empire mixed in America

The road that made Su Ping doubt his life was finally over, and the carriage team stopped in front of the big tent in the middle of the field hospital.

With the medical kit in hand, Su Ping stood next to his companion and said softly:

"I didn't know what hell was until I came here. I feel that the quality inspectors in the cannery's inspection workshop are more professional than the doctors here."

"You can't say that. If it weren't for His Majesty the Emperor, our current medical system would not be as strong as these foreigners. Think about the pseudo-Qing Dynasty..."

An older doctor sighed. He was a bit older, so some words coming from his mouth would not be objectionable to the younger doctors.

After he finished speaking, all the doctors from the Xinming Empire who came here fell silent.

Yes, although these foreign doctors are so unprofessional in their eyes, they are much better than the fake ones.

At least the wounded soldiers here can get treatment, but those officials who pretend to be Qing Dynasties will not have such kindness.

By this time, the Texas envoy had already begun communicating with the leaders of the field hospital.

"These are doctors invited from the Xinming Empire..."

Before the special envoy could finish his words, he was interrupted by the person in charge of the field hospital. The person in charge sneered and said: "Can there be a doctor among Orientals?"

"Okay, I still have important things to deal with, so I don't have time to play house with you politicians. This is a hospital, not your cozy home in the rear!"

After saying that, the person in charge was about to leave, but was held back by the Texas envoy.

"They were invited to treat Mr. Jackson, and they have obtained the consent of General Robert Lee, so what you have to do now is to take us to Mr. Jackson."

There was displeasure in the envoy's voice at the person in charge's unreasonableness.

Soldiers and officers on the front lines give face to these field hospital guys, but that does not mean that they give face to these people as special envoys to state legislators and Confederate Congressmen.

"Let these yellow-skinned people treat Mr. Jackson?"

Unexpectedly, after the special envoy finished speaking, the person in charge still looked like that, and even opened his arms in an exaggerated manner and asked: "Is today April Fool's Day?"

"Do you think the excellent doctors we have here are not as good as these yellow-skinned natives who have just escaped from ignorance?"

After finishing speaking, the person in charge's expression became serious and said:

"Our doctors risk their lives to save soldiers on the front line, and you politicians cannot insult them. I say it again, now please take your indigenous friends and leave my territory!"

After hearing what the other party said, the Texas envoy turned red with anger and roared: "Your doctor is excellent?"

"Do you know what those soldiers called you? They said this is a slaughterhouse, they said this is hell!"

At this time, he couldn't care less that Su Ping and the others were still around. He had reached the limit of his tolerance for the contempt of this arrogant field hospital director.

"Information sent to the rear shows that as of two months ago, the incidence rate of diarrhea and dysentery among soldiers here was as high as 99.5%."

"Is this your excellence? If it weren't for the medicines sent by these Orientals, this situation would continue!"

Although the special envoy mentioned the special medicine for treating dysentery, the person in charge just hesitated and shook his head and said:

"Being able to treat dysentery only shows that they were wrong, but Mr. Jackson suffered a gunshot wound. Do you want these Orientals who only know how to treat butts to treat gunshot wounds?"

Looking at the special envoy and the person in charge who were yelling at each other over there, and after listening to the translation by Okinaki Gongzhi, a sneer appeared on Su Ping's face, and he said: "A summer insect cannot talk about ice!"

The other Xinming Empire doctors also had displeasure on their faces.

"It's really a toad at the bottom of the well who doesn't know how high the sky is. How can they still look down on our Xinming Empire with their medical methods?"

"Let's go, they don't want us to treat them, so why don't we treat them? Who are we looking down on?"

Looking at the angry young doctors, the old doctor stood up and said:

"Wouldn't it just be what these people want if we just go back? Are we going to be looked down upon by these toads?"

"If you ask me, let's cure that Jackson in front of them, and then let's not treat the others, so that we can take this breath!"

After he finished speaking, the young doctors thought the same thing. If they really go back like this, they don't know what they will say to these toads. It is only right to vent their anger and go back.

As for whether some people will say it is the Holy Mother?

She is the Holy Mother who saves everyone with a shy face and selfless devotion. They come here with a purpose.

It's just to cure that so-and-so Jackson. This is something that Lord Long Live has told me to do.

Su Ping took a deep breath and walked between the two foreigners who were still arguing and said:

"We are here because our Emperor sees you as pitiful, and most of the medicinal materials you have here are provided by us. What qualifications do you have to say that our medical skills are not good?" Gu

"I heard that the patient named Jackson was treated by you and became half-dead now. Tsk, tsk, is this your doctor's superb method? It really made me gain knowledge!"

Although he said it euphemistically, he knew that he would not translate it like this.

He has long been dissatisfied with this person in charge who looks down on others.

"I heard that Mr. Jackson is about to die from your treatment. How can you say that your doctor is professional?"

"Also, our doctors from the Xinming Empire are here to guide you, don't be shameless, you know?"

"Your medicinal materials are all supplied by our Xinming Empire. If you keep spouting shit, be careful of the consequences you cannot afford!"

After finishing the arrogant scolding, the official translated Su Ping's words.

Now not only the person in charge was dumbfounded, but also the special envoy from Texas.

They didn't think of this when they were arguing just now, but now that the annoying Dongfang Bai mentioned it, they finally realized it.

"Open your mouth and keep your Xinming Empire, are you abandoning your family's tradition and glory and your own beliefs?"

After hearing the naked threat from Chiaki Kōchi, the person in charge stopped targeting the doctors and instead started targeting Chiaki Kōchi himself.

"My family only started to be glorious here. I am from the Xinming Empire. What happened to our Xinming Empire?"

"Also, I have now converted to the Eastern God Haotian, even your sheep-herding pseudo-gods don't believe it!"

When it comes to faith, white people are much more persistent than Chinese people, so people who are familiar with it and know it openly have also exploded.

He started to argue with the envoy and the person in charge of the field hospital who had equally angry faces.

Su Ping, who looked aggrieved just now, looked confused.

Shin Ming Gongzhi did not lose at all when fighting one against two, and he even had time to let Su Ping guide him for a while, waiting for him to convince the two heretics before getting down to business.

Anyway, looking at the person in charge, the man named Jackson won't be dead for a while.

Since the other party is not in a hurry, they are even less anxious.

So what if he died? Who allowed these foreigners to obstruct their treatment?

So Su Ping nodded and returned to his companions, watching the performance of the close ministers.

You read that right, it was them, because there was more than one person coming.

These have come into contact with Li Mingqi's kind of cultivation from prehistoric times to urban times, which is also mixed with the gods and mythological stories of authentic Eastern mythology.

Some white people who yearned for life in the Xinming Empire and were more persistent in their beliefs began to spontaneously organize these stories using Western thinking.

In the end, the more I sorted it out, the more I realized that the sheepherding guy I believed in before was totally worthless.

Even the Eastern pantheon has the concept of reincarnation, which is much more reliable than going to heaven after death.

So these adapted myths, which were originally just circulated in the slums of San Francisco's port area, slowly became extremely popular among white people.

In this era of rapid change, as more and more people begin to understand science, Western mythology has become a bit decadent.

However, the various myths and stories of the Eastern pantheon do not have this flaw, because their rigorous logic is much more reliable than the stories of Western shepherds.

Therefore, the Dongfangbai people in the Xinming Empire have spontaneously begun to change their beliefs.

This made the few Taoist priests who traveled across the ocean to make a living in the Xinming Empire very happy.

So now Su Ping and several doctors are standing aside, watching the pro-Ming intellectuals discussing with more white people around them.

From the beginning, there was a slight decline due to the number of people. In the rest of the time, these familiar people became more and more courageous as they fought, using some mysterious things that could not be understood to make the white people speechless.

Finally, the priests no longer troubled the wounded soldiers and came over to join the battle.

However, I was still speechless in front of the powerful fighting power of the Shinmei public intellectuals.

Because these familiar and knowledgeable people didn’t discuss things in the Bible with them at all, they just kept chasing each other and asking about the mythological system.

Then use current science to attack the other side, and then use the novels and stories that incorporate urban immortality to despise the other side.

If the other party uses the story of the church in the medieval period to explain the matter, then Okinaki Gongzhi can use the ancient times and the persecution of witches in the medieval period to refute, which is simply an invincible position.

In order to curb the development of the church, Li Mingqi produced a lot of dark materials about the church for publicity.

Now these are being used as weapons by pro-intellectuals to attack those priests and other white people.