Doctor of the Great Song Dynasty: In the beginning, Li Qingzhao and Li Qingzhao made a private decis

Chapter 53
Fan Zheng smiled wryly, but did not explain: "Fan's first party is the foreign party: prevention is better than cure."

"Prevention is better than cure?" Su Song's eyes lit up. He is a doctor, so he naturally understood the meaning of these words.

Fan Zhenglang said: "Since we have determined the nature and source of all diseases, we can control or kill them at the source. For example, now that summer is coming, mosquitoes and flies are infested. Cleaning inside and out to remove the filth and kill mosquitoes and flies will definitely greatly reduce the outbreak of diseases, this is an external method.”

Su Song shook his head and smiled wryly: "It's useless, even if you clean the open windows of Kaifeng City, don't let the cattle and horses move around, millions of people won't have to live, at most one day, the whole Kaifeng City will still be filthy everywhere.

"Then clean it every day, wouldn't it be able to control the source of all diseases." Fan Zhenglang said.

Su Song frowned and said, "Cleaning every day, do you know how much land Kaifeng City occupies, and how much manpower, material and financial resources are needed for daily cleaning."

Fan Zheng laughed and said: "That's a coincidence, Fan Mou still has a dose of internal medicine. In Kaifeng City, there are a group of people. Kaifeng City, and they themselves are also one of the sources of the disease, they got money and food to cure their diseases, and they will no longer infect others, wouldn't everyone be happy."

Su Song stared at Fan Zheng abruptly, and immediately understood that Fan Zheng had finally revealed his purpose, which was the group of poor patients unconditionally treated by the Chinese Medicine Hospital.

"You seem to be determined by me today. First, you scare the Kaifeng city to threaten me, and then throw out the poor patient's plan to clean up the Kaifeng city." Su Song snorted coldly, and the coercion of a long-standing high position suddenly came to his face.

Captain Fan Zhengping of Kaifeng was short of breath. He had dealt with Su Song all the year round, so he naturally knew how powerful Su Song, the prefect of Kaifeng, was.

However, Fan Zheng didn't seem to feel Su Song's coercion, and his expression remained unchanged: "Because Mr. Su is a doctor just like Fan, a doctor will not sit back and watch a poor patient die on the street and refuse to save him. And officials who cultivate both medicine and literature will not sit back and watch their own people and cities die of illness."

Su Song was touched instantly. He has always been an official, and it was the first time someone regarded him as a doctor today.

Right now, he could no longer feel a little bit of blame, because no matter what calculations Fan Zheng had, his intentions were good.

"Medicine and medicine never kill people. Birth, old age, sickness and death are the relationships between heaven and earth. Everyone will die, including the old man. From what I see, most of the poor patients suffer from incurable diseases." Su Song, who turned into a doctor, said life and death indifferently.

Fan Zheng retorted: "Medicine can't kill people, so it's not the doctor's self-avoidance. The wound was once infected, but countless doctors were helpless. Now it can be cured by wiping a little alcohol. Once the genius doctor Hua Tuo could disembowel, scrape Bone cures poison to cure people's lives, but it has been lost for a long time now, if you encounter this symptom again, is it also medicine that can't kill people?"

"This official is powerless. In Kaifeng City, there are many poor people. Even if all the salaries of Kaifeng Mansion are spent, it may not be enough." Su Song changed his words and turned into a cold bureaucrat.

Fan Zheng replied: "Doctors hang pots to help the world. Since the money and food in Kaifeng Prefecture are not enough, we can collect cleaning fees from Kaifeng City. This batch of money is used to clean Kaifeng City and make the streets clean and tidy. It prevents diseases and mosquitoes from infesting, and it is taken from the people. , used for the people, but also allows a lot of poor people to work hard and earn a livelihood, this is fair and just in line with medical ethics.”

Su Song frowned and said, "There must not be too much cleaning fee collected from Kaifeng City, otherwise the people's grievances will become a serious disease."

Fan Zhenglang said: "The cleaning fee for poor patients should not be too high, it must be much lower than the labor price in Kaifeng City, otherwise there will be strong laborers robbing this job, and the poor people will lose their livelihood again."

The two looked at each other, and immediately cherished each other, one old and one young, as if meeting a bosom friend.

"If so, these cleaning fees may be able to fill their stomachs. However, most of the poor patients are seriously ill and need a lot of medicines, and they simply cannot afford so much medicine fees." Su Songkao said.

"It will be registered by the Kaifeng government, but all patients who are truly destitute will only be charged half the price of medicine." Fan Zheng said without hesitation.

"Those poor patients are sick after all, and they are old. It is impossible to clean the streets all the time. What if they lose this livelihood one day?" Su Song asked again.

"When this situation arises, the Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine is duty-bound to treat these poor people for free." Fan Zheng solemnly promised.

Su Song looked at Fan Zheng with an expression that could no longer conceal his admiration, and he couldn't help admiring Fan Zheng now.

"Okay, at the official meeting, I reported that the imperial court approved the collection of cleaning fees, and allocated a sum of money from it, and then allocated a portion of money and food from Kaifeng Mansion, which is specially used to treat the poor. It may not be much, but it is already my official. It's the limit." Su Song said.

As the magistrate of Kaifeng, he naturally has more than enough energy to treat countless poor patients, but it is also possible to allocate a certain amount of money and food.

It was only at this moment that Fan Zhengping took a deep breath. Just now Su Song and Fan Zheng were fighting each other, which made him almost hang his heart out of his throat. Now seeing Fan Zheng persuade Su Song, who is recognized as the most rigid in the court, , It was an eye-opener for him.

"Thank you Master Su for your help!" Fan Zheng saluted solemnly.

"It should be the official who thanks Fan Langzhong. These poor people are the people under the official's rule. It should be the official's responsibility, but now it is all on Fan Langzhong." Su Song said with emotion.

"Physicians have a duty to help the world, and only by treating more patients with complicated diseases can the medical skills of the traditional Chinese medicine hospital go further." Fan Zheng said sincerely.

"There are successors to the doctor's family!" Su Song said with emotion.

"Your Excellency Su has praised you! Fan is ashamed."

At that moment, Fan Zheng bid farewell to Su Song with a humility.

Just as Fan Zheng was about to go out, Su Song's voice suddenly sounded again: "Fan Zheng, if I cherish the feathers and refuse to collect cleaning fees, what should you do?"

Fan Zhengping's heart suddenly jumped. If the magistrate did not agree to Fan Zheng's plan for the medical city, there would only be two options for the hospital of traditional Chinese medicine. , refused to admit penniless patients, but violated Fan Zheng's oath of sincerity as a great doctor.

Fan Zheng paused, without turning his head, and said, "I will continue to implement the policy of the medical city, so that the poor patients who come to see a doctor can pay for their medicine with their work. In this way, we can take care of the doctors and the medical city at the same time."

"The traditional Chinese medicine hospital can't last long like that. Without the traditional Chinese medicine hospital, everything you did today will be in vain." Su Song was puzzled.

"Master Su underestimates the Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine, not to mention that the Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine is already the number one medical center in Kaifeng City, which is very profitable, and there is also an alcohol business, and a plan for Chinese patent medicines. People donate money and goods for poor patients,..." Fan Zheng announced his plan, which immediately made Su Song's eyes light up. In this way, the hospital of traditional Chinese medicine can indeed be supported for a long time.

"Perhaps after Fan has done all this, he is still not enough to bear such a heavy responsibility." Fan Zheng paused, and then said in a passionate voice:

"A real man acts, but please have a clear conscience, don't ask about the future."

Watching Fan Zheng's proud figure disappear outside the Kaifeng mansion, Su Song couldn't help thinking of the familiar figure in his memory. It was the second year of Qingli. Fan Wenzheng, who was born in Beijing, couldn't help being overwhelmed by his demeanor, and embarked on the road of dual cultivation of medicine and literature.

But now, decades have passed, and the Jinshi who had just passed the rank has grown into a veteran minister who is over seventy years old. He met a familiar figure again, and he couldn't help but feel excited again.

At the moment, Su Song wrote a pen at the desk, preparing to write a memorial to explain in detail the strategy of Fanzheng Medical City, so as to implement it in Kaifeng City. If it is effective, it can be promoted to other cities in the world.

(End of this chapter)