"Me? A principal?" Perna sat up in surprise, repeatedly waving her hands, "No, no, this is such an important task, I'm sure I wouldn't be able to do it well..."
Joseph smiled and said, "Be confident, you are the most suitable candidate. At least in terms of modern medical knowledge, you are already ahead of 99% of doctors in France."
Yes, he said "modern medicine." Perna had only obtained her medical license last year—when the Physicians Association had just approved women to practice medicine—but under his long-term influence, her medical philosophy was even more advanced than her father's.
For instance, she would now habitually diagnose and treat diseases from the perspectives of bacteria, cells, immunity, and so on.
Handing the Military Medical University over to her would be far better than leaving it in the hands of those medical dignitaries who were still pondering bloodletting and balancing bodily fluids.
