Heroines: Opening Dialogue with Wu Zetian

Chapter 38 Wu Youke, Great Physician in the Late Ming Dynasty!
"Talking about seniors, you should have read Mr. Zhang Zhongjing's Treatise on Febrile Diseases and Miscellaneous Diseases?"

"Of course! Mr. Zhang Zhongjing is a generation of medical sages. As a doctor, how can I not read his books?"

Su Qingyue nodded, and said: "That's right, Mr. Zhang Zhongjing, as the prefect, doesn't value power, but loves the people like a son, and often treats the people's illnesses."

"Mr. Zhang once witnessed countless people's ears being frostbitten in winter, so he specially developed a therapeutic prescription that can keep out the cold, called 'Quhanjiaoer Decoction'."

"It's the winter solstice that Mr. Zhang Zhongjing gave medicines for the common people! Therefore, later generations have the habit of eating dumplings during the winter solstice!"

"At the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, the world was in chaos, the plague was rampant, and countless people died of typhoid fever! Mr. Zhang Zhongjing was determined to fight the plague to the end, so he abandoned his official position and became a doctor. After decades of hard work, he finally wrote the masterpiece "Treatise on Febrile Diseases and Miscellaneous Diseases". Tome!"

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"It turns out that this is how the habit of eating dumplings during the winter solstice came about. I have learned a lot!"

"Mr. Zhang Zhongjing is too great, isn't he the prefect? ​​He has a high position and authority. If you say you want to abandon the official, you will abandon the official?"

"Treatise on Febrile Diseases and Miscellaneous Diseases was written in the late Eastern Han Dynasty, and it has been 1800 years now!"

"This book is very powerful, until now, the knowledge in the book can still be used by us!"

……

a medical school.

"Why is Mr. Zhang Zhongjing suddenly involved again? What exactly is this show going to do?"

"Could it be that the host wants Tan Yunxian to meet Zhang Zhongjing?"

"It's too vulgar. Ban Zhao's program has already used this method."

"Never mind him, maybe it's just a matter of course!"

……

a social platform.

#Zhang Zhongjing eats dumplings#
#talk about yunxian#

#Zhang Zhongjing abandons his official position to practice medicine#

@松心奇: Come on!Chinese medicine can definitely be revived!
@海树微雨: This is a book written in the last years of the Eastern Han Dynasty. I don’t know if the current doctors have supplemented and innovated?

@木花先雪: I guess I swallowed the jujube whole again, so I can use it as soon as I get it!Only inheritance, no development, how can Chinese medicine progress?

……

A Xinglin forum.

"Why do I feel that the host mentions "Treatise on Febrile and Miscellaneous Diseases" with malicious intentions!"

"how to say?"

"I guessed it, I have a hunch that the host may talk about typhoid and febrile diseases next!"

"Huh? That's right! It's really possible!"

"Good guy! Don't quarrel again!"

……

"Senior Tan Yunxian! Next, I want to take you to meet someone! Please come with me."

After all, Su Qingyue took Tan Yunxian's hand and stepped out, the picture was shattered, and then quickly transformed into a desolate military camp.

Countless Ming Dynasty soldiers in tattered mandarin duck battle jackets lay on the ground, groaning, vomiting and diarrhea.

"Don't panic when talking about seniors, this is just a replay of the scene, they can't see us."

Tan Yunxian looked at the appearance of these soldiers in front of him with a complicated expression.

"This is my soldier of Ming Dynasty, why do they look like this?"

"Talking about seniors, you can see me like this, you must have guessed that Daming has long since perished."

Tan Yunxian nodded, and said: "Indeed, you said that you are a descendant, but you have never worn my Daming clothes..."

"It's the 15th year of Chongzhen, and it's been 130 years since Zhengde where you are located!"

"130 two years!"

"That's right! In the Ming Dynasty at this time, not only the Hou Jin invaded the border, but also the Chuang Wang Li Zicheng rebelled, and even a nationwide plague broke out. It can be described as internal and external troubles."

"Chuangwang Li Zicheng?"

"That's right, Li Zicheng was originally just a small postman."

"How dare he?"

"Why don't you dare? To our future generations, Li Zicheng is a hero! Because at this time in the Ming Dynasty, the officials and gentry colluded, the government was corrupt, and the common people couldn't bear it! Rebellion! It's just to survive!"

"You... how dare you say such a thing!"

"There is nothing that cannot be said. There will be no emperor in the future generations. We Chinese people are all equal now!"

Tan Yunxian's eyes widened, completely unable to understand what Su Qingyue said.

"Senior, it's normal for you to be unable to understand some things, please watch the screen with me first."

After finishing speaking, Su Qingyue waved her hand lightly, and the picture flowed.

……

In the 15th year of Chongzhen, autumn.

A dilapidated Northwest town.

Due to the ravages of the war and the rampant plague, countless people fell on the streets, moaning and howling, in great pain.

A Dr. You Fang was walking on the street with a cloth towel around his nose and mouth.

A few men wearing linen shorts and barefoot straw sandals suddenly rushed in front of Dr. Youfang and quickly brought him to a wooden house.

Inside the wooden house was a young man wearing a gray robe with a broken arrow stuck in his body. The young man saluted Doctor You Fang slightly.

"Sir, can I trouble you to treat my injury?"

Doctor You Fang sighed, quickly took out the medicine box, took out tools, took out the broken arrow, and bandaged the young man's wound.

"Thank you sir for saving my life, I will never forget it."

Dr. You Fang waved his hand and said: "It is the duty of a doctor to cure the disease and save the patient, so there is no need to thank you, but, looking at you, you also look like a scholar, why is it the other way around?"

"Sir, I don't know something. Years of famines, tax increases instead of reductions, the villagers can't survive, so they have to rebel! Sir, we are going to seek refuge with King Chuang. I wonder if you would like to go with us."

Dr. You Fang shook his head, and said: "I only want to help the world by hanging the pot. I should avoid this struggle between dynasties."

The screen turns again.

That Dr. You Fang came to the barracks, and a general in arm armor walked up to him.

"You are Wu Youke?"

"Grassman Wu Youke, pay homage to Superintendent Sun."

The general looked at Wu Youke, and then said: "I heard that you worked in the Imperial Hospital in the early years, why did you become Dr. You Fang?"

"The grassroots are used to being free, so the hospital is not suitable for me."

"I've read your "On Epidemic Epidemics". According to what you said, people get this disease because there is a kind of plague in the world?"

"Exactly. When a person inhales the disease inadvertently during breathing, it will turn into an epidemic evil, entangled in the membranes in the body."

"How bold! "Treatise on Febrile and Miscellaneous Diseases" has been circulated for thousands of years, but now you want to overthrow it?"

"My lord, I'm not trying to overthrow it, it's just supplementing it. The evil of typhoid fever is introduced from the skin, and it can be eliminated immediately with the medicine. The evil of febrile epidemic disease is inhaled through the mouth and nose, and it is deeply rooted."

"According to what you said, isn't this epidemic disease incurable?"

"Please ask the supervisor to send someone to buy plain cloth, wash and dry it, cut it into cloth strips, fumigate it with realgar, and let everyone wear it, so as to prevent the disease from infecting each other, and then I will give medicine to treat it."

"Okay! I hope you can do your best to treat these sergeants. I, Sun Chuanting, have thanked you here."

"Master Sun doesn't have to be like this, the grass people should do their best."

The screen turns again.

A group of sick sergeants stood on the training ground of the barracks, all sticking out their tongues.

Wu You could cover his mouth and nose with a cloth strip, and carefully inspected the tongue coatings of these patients.

"Tongue coating is purple."

Wu Youke took out a blue strip of cloth from his bosom, wrapped it around that sergeant's arm, then looked at the next sergeant, and wrapped a yellow strip of cloth around him...

"People living in the same area with the same cloth are not allowed to cross the border, and the tents must be ventilated in time!"

After finishing speaking, Wu Youke asked the healthy soldiers to bring these patients to the divided area, and then he brought a few soldiers to boil the medicinal soup in a large pot.

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