A Revolutionary Plan

Yan Yue blinked, unable to come back to her senses for a while.

Had I heard that wrong?

He wanted to establish a medical system covering all of Shenzhou, relying solely on the strength of Jinxia City?

What was the purpose of doing this? No matter how she thought about it, it could only be to treat more patients. But that was not the real problem—"Lord Xia, the number of people seeking treatment does not depend on how many clinics there are, but on how much money the common folk have in their pockets."

Most illnesses in the world were born of poverty.

Poverty was a disease no single healer, nor even a group of healers, could solve.

To her surprise, Xia Fan revealed an appreciative smile. "You truly understand this. But Jinxia's plan is not so simple either. Since the Medical Health Department is an official department of the Affairs Bureau, we certainly will not ask you to fight alone. Jinxia City will mobilize the appropriate resources to lessen the impact of this problem. For example, the costs of healers and medicine will no longer be borne by those seeking treatment, but will instead be planned and distributed centrally by the Affairs Bureau's Finance Department. This will greatly reduce patients' expenses, while healers will no longer have to worry about wild fluctuations in their income making it impossible to support their families."

This was also the greatest difference between the hospital system and the traditional clinics of this era. The latter were not uncommon in large cities. They treated patients while also selling and preparing medicine, usually with a highly respected old physician holding the fort and leading a dozen or so disciples and apprentices beneath him. Some even kept their own herb farmers. All their operating costs were