imperial psychologist

Chapter 671

The old man coughed, clutching the crutch in his hands with both hands, with a serious expression.

"This disease tends to happen to young adults and babies. Adults can still hold it out. If a baby gets it, it will be a death. There is no way out." The old man frowned, "This disease has been raging in Jiangzhou City for a whole winter. Every family dare not ask their children to go out."

The old man continued, "At the beginning, because no one in Jiangzhou Mansion had ever had white entanglement throat, no one thought about it. Later, Zhao Heren, the old doctor in our Xinglin Museum, searched for medical books and finally found it in the previous court. The truth came to light when I found this disease in "The Complete Book of Sores".

"This old Mr. Zhao reported the incident to the government office of the state government overnight, and Lord Gongyang sent help papers to both the capital and the Zhuozhou government the next day, urgently looking for a famous doctor to come to help."

"This is really a road that never ends. The doctor from Zhuozhou Prefecture came before the New Year's Eve. At the beginning of the fourth year of Ming Dynasty, the emperor also sent doctors from the capital, one named Bai Shijun and the other It's called Bai Yi.

"You can tell by the names. These two are father and son, but they are not ordinary father and son. Both of them are first-class doctors in the imperial hospital. That's why the emperor entrusted Jiang Zhoucheng's burden to them."

"The two stone tablets standing in front of the Jiangzhou mansion are also inseparable from the two doctors from Beijing."

Bo Ling heard mixed feelings from the side.

Unexpectedly, the story of Bai Yi and Bai Shijun going north was passed around, and finally it became such a good story about the monarch and the people.

"Previously, most of the doctors who came to Zhuozhou were military doctors, and they are all old Jianghu," the old man said vividly, "When they arrived in the city, they saw the patients, and immediately recognized that the disease was indeed like that of old doctor Zhao. The so-called "white lingering throat" is just that the disease of white lingering throat cannot be cured after all. They can only cook soup and medicine like the former Zhuozhou military camp and distribute it to the patients.

"But Jiangzhou is no better than Zhuozhou. Jiangzhou has more people and less land, and the climate is more humid. After all, people in the city still fall ill one by one. When the limelight is tight, everyone is too scared to even take medicine, for fear of being caught by the evil wind. Throat locked. Taking advantage of the sunny night, everyone tried every means to escape..."

When the old man said this, he couldn't help but lightly paused with the wooden crutch in his hand.

"But things are different after the two imperial doctors came." The old man laughed.

"The two doctors are cured?" Li Yiru asked with some uncertainty.

"Where is there such a god, the disease is gone like a thread, not to mention the stubborn disease of white tangled throat."

The old man stroked his beard and said, "Shortly after the two doctors arrived in Jiangzhou, they told everyone not to be afraid. The disease is transmitted by direct transmission and droplets. When coughing and sneezing, cover your mouth and nose with a handkerchief...you can prevent it."

Li Yiru tilted his head, "Sounds...very easy?"

The old man frowned and glanced at him, "How easy is it? Back then, just guarding those devout men and women in Fu'an Temple, we mobilized [-] elites from our Jiangzhou prefecture! It's been more than half a month!"

"Fu'an Temple?" Li Yiru was puzzled, "What's the matter with...the Buddhist temple?"

Seeing Li Yiru's confused expression, the old man showed a complacent look on his face again, and he said softly, "Fu'an Temple is the largest Buddhist temple in our Jiangzhou Prefecture, and there are many believers who go to burn incense and worship Buddha on weekdays. It's time for the choking noise to be the worst.

"At that time, people didn't understand. They all believed that the evil spirits would be dispelled by the incense in the temple. At that time, some people sold Buddha soil and incense ash, saying that taking these things with water would prevent all diseases. But those Buddhist lands are so expensive that ordinary people can't afford them, so they can only make vows on the mountain.

"It was just in time for February 28, and it was the annual Buddhist ceremony of Fu'an Temple. Although the government had repeatedly reiterated that people were not allowed to gather during the epidemic, and the temple had announced early that the ceremony of that year would be cancelled, many of them harmed Bai. The family with the throat-winding disease still rushed to the night of February 27 to carry their own patients up the mountain.

"Those are desperate people, they can only seek the protection of Buddha.

"Doctor Bai is very good at predicting things. As soon as he heard that there was a grand event to worship Buddha in February, he guessed that the previous government announcement would not be effective. But at that time, it was not far from the festival of worshiping Buddha in Fu'an Temple. It was not easy to stop it, let alone these People know that the investigation on official roads is tight, and they are all rushing to the small roads, so they are hard to guard against."

The old man stroked his beard again, "So the officers and soldiers were fully armed and lurked at the foot of the mountain. When it dawned on the 28th, the government immediately ordered the mountain to be closed, and directly requisitioned Fu'an Temple and the mountain forest where it was located as a healing place, and dispatched a group of doctors to go there. According to the method mentioned earlier, separate and resettle everyone."

"The disease of white lingering throat can take up to five days. At that time, everyone was imprisoned on the mountain for five days. Those who didn't get sick were let down the mountain. Others just stayed in the temple to recuperate."

The old man glanced at Li Yiru, "Why don't you say that the imperial physicians from the capital are well-informed, don't you say that you want these things in advance? One carelessness will be a failure."

Li Yiru said with a smile, "Taught!"

"The things I did back then were far more than that," the old man said again, "At that time, people in the city were panic-stricken, the government ordered a curfew, and every night there were patrolmen beating gongs and shouting 'three feet away' with everyone. The life-saving three-character scripture of 'anti-fog'.

"The Xinglin Courtyard in the state capital, several high-gate empty houses in the north of the city, and some old warehouses in the south of the city... were all requisitioned at that time to house patients. This was also because of Dr. Bai's suggestion. One patient outside is one more source of infection, which can easily lead to another batch of new patients.

"There are monuments standing in those places now." The old man was quite emotional, "That's it, Baitanghou has been making trouble in Jiangzhoucheng for more than two months, and it will be dispersed in April! Such a great victory, you have to look through the history books , and there is none."

There was a tut-tsk sound all around.

The old man supported his waist, his expression was full of pride, "After entering the city, you can take a good look at the streets of our Jiangzhou City. The sewage drains in Jiangzhou City are all underground drains, and there are very few open drains. Several places are used for sewage." The old seepage wells are no longer needed—this was also suggested by Dr. Bai three years ago. In this way, in summer, the sewage on the ground will not attract mosquitoes, and without mosquitoes, there will be less malaria.”

Having said that, he suddenly sighed.

"It's a pity," the old man looked at the stele, "it's a pity that God has no eyes, the two doctors, Bo, were murdered by the blue-robed bandits before they could see the day when the underground canal was built.

"The stele in front of you was erected for two imperial physicians during the emperor's northern tour in the fourth year of Shengming." The old man pointed to the stele not far away and said, "On the front are Dr. Bai Yibo's bold words, and on the back are engraved Names of all the doctors who died that year.

"We, the people of Jiangzhou, still remember them."

(End of this chapter)