[Seven-Five] I Long Song

"Well, I will quietly go to the imperial hospital to find a few experienced imperial doctors to make a joint diagnosis with my husband, and report it to the emperor as soon as the diagnosis is confirmed." Bao Da rubbed his temples, thinking that this year may not be possible. Have a good time.

Lord Bao entered the palace with a long sigh, leaving Yang Chizhang and Gongsun Ce staring wide-eyed.

"Ah Ce, you and the old man just now... it's better to take some medicine to prevent it." Yang Chizhang's worry was beyond words, and he was really worried.

"I'm fine, let go—Ah Choo!" Gongsun Ce sneezed loudly before he finished speaking.

Yang Chizhang's expression changed drastically, he hugged Gongsun Ce by the waist, and in a flash of lightness he was already in the backyard.

"Chizhang, let me down. I'm really fine. Maybe it's too cold and I'm catching a cold." Gongsun Ce couldn't laugh or cry, especially the young man who was busy in the backyard with an expression of "Oh, the relationship is really good". Make him panic.

Yang Chizhang's jaw was stretched into a straight line, and Gongsun Cen was speechless with his stern expression, and he was honestly stuffed into the quilt by Yang Chizhang and wrapped into a silkworm chrysalis.

"Don't get involved in the old man's affairs. I'll find an imperial doctor to come back and give you the pulse." Yang Chizhang looked at Gongsun Ce curled up in the quilt with a face of "what are you talking about?", couldn't help it. With a long sigh, he lightly placed a kiss on the man's forehead: "You must have nothing to do."

Gongsun Ce nodded obediently: "Don't worry Chi Zhang, I'm really fine."

Feeling that the temperature on his forehead was still within the normal range, Yang Chizhang relaxed a little bit, and glanced at Gongsun Ce expressionlessly: "It's up to you to decide what to do, wait for the imperial doctor to see." Let's talk later."

Gongsun Ce closed his mouth without the strength of a doctor, and kept slandering in his heart: I am a doctor, so what I say doesn't count, so maybe what you say counts, huh.

The imperial doctors who have been waiting for thousands of times were finally invited back from the palace by Mr. Bao. They are all old imperial doctors with gray beards who have practiced medicine for decades. Although they can't say how superb their medical skills are, at least they far surpass Gongsun Ce in terms of medical experience.

The old imperial doctor withdrew his finger on Gongsun Ce's wrist, stroked his beard and said solemnly: "Young Xia Yang, don't worry, Master Gongsun is fine, it's just a slight cold, just take two patches of this prescription and he will be cured."

The big stone in Yang Chizhang's heart finally fell to the ground, and he didn't mention his gratitude.

With an expression of "I'm not wrong", Gongsun Ce made a rare childish face at Yang Chizhang, but he was immediately knocked out of the head.

"pain!"

"Who told you to take your hands out of the quilt! Think about it, don't you?" Yang Chizhang hardened his heart and taught his sweetheart a lesson, but seeing the pitiful expression on his face, and remembering that he was still sick, he immediately softened his heart, Gently rubbed the painful place.

"Don't get sick anymore!"

Gongsun Ce smiled broadly.

The old imperial doctor: Who am I?where am iWhy am I eating dog food here?

However, the happy atmosphere didn't last long. The old beggar in the remote courtyard was confirmed to be plague by the joint diagnosis of several imperial doctors!

The atmosphere in the room was solemn, several imperial doctors took off their veils and looked at each other, but no one spoke for a long while.

In the end, it was Yu Yuanzheng of Tai Hospital who carefully organized his wording for a long time: "According to the experience of several of us old guys who have been practicing medicine for decades, the symptoms are indeed very similar to the large-scale plague that occurred in the first year of Jingde."

In the first year of Jingde, the first emperor personally conquered. The situation was originally good, but a large-scale plague broke out in the Song Dynasty. Due to internal and external troubles, the first emperor had no choice but to sign the Chanyuan alliance.Bao Zheng was still young at that time, but he still clearly remembered that tragic scene.Soldiers wearing white face scarves searched from house to house. If someone had a headache, they didn't make any further diagnosis. They all rushed outside the city and isolated them.

Yu Yuanzheng looked at Mr. Bao's face, which was so dark that he couldn't see his facial features clearly, and then confirmed: "I don't know what kind of judgment Master Gongsun has on this?"

Mr. Bao rubbed his forehead: "Same as you." However, Mr. Bao is worthy of the title of the most intelligent person in the Song Dynasty. The more critical he is, the faster he turns his head, and he keenly grasps the meaning of Yuyuan Zheng's words : "You mean similar? Is this any different from the plague that happened in the first year of Jingde?"

Yu Yuan was pursing his lips and said solemnly: "Although the patient has symptoms such as chills, high fever, fatigue, headache, limbs and back pain, but there is no red rash on the body, this is similar to the plague that broke out in the first year of Jingde. Symptoms are different, perhaps because the discovery time is too short and it is unknown."

"Then I wonder if the imperial doctors can diagnose and treat the old beggar first?"

"This..." Yu Yuanzheng looked at Mr. Bao with some distress, and said helplessly: "As the saying goes, there are many types of plague, and it is difficult for us to deal with unknown types." Gritting his teeth, he said again: "Let's use some other methods without taking medicine to see if we can lower the patient's temperature."

"In that case, I will thank all the imperial physicians." Master Bao stood up solemnly, and respectfully saluted all the old imperial physicians.

Several old doctors waved their hands one after another: "Whether it's right or not, it's our duty as medical practitioners to save lives, and there is no need for adults to do so."

Having said that, Mr. Bao knew that these imperial physicians were actually risking their lives to save people. After all, the plague is a human thing, and the death rate is too high.

"Okay, don't read medical books when you're sick, and go to bed after drinking the medicine." Yang Chizhang came in with a bowl of dark concoction, mercilessly took away the medical skills in Gongsun Ce's hand, and then used a spoon He took a spoonful of concoction and blew gently: "Come on, open your mouth."

Gongsun Ce cast a speechless glance at Yang Chizhang, wondering if this man was going to torture him to death, so he simply took the medicine bowl and drank it down in one gulp. Even Gongsun Ce, who has been dealing with medicinal materials since childhood, seemed to be overwhelmed by this. The concoction of Ton Coptidis was so bitter that I almost spit out bile.

Wiping away the bitter tears from the corners of his eyes, Gongsun Ce recognized that Coptis chinensis had really been added to this ordinary bowl of soup, and immediately became furious: "What does the old yellow head mean? Add coptis in it!"

Yang Chizhang took away the medicine bowl, and said coolly, "I asked him to add it, do you have any comments?"

Gongsun Ce counselled for a second, and honestly formed a group: "No, no."

"Let's see if you dare to get sick next time!" But in the end it was distressing, Yang Chizhang said that he deserved it, but in action he stuffed a candied fruit into Gongsun Ce's mouth recklessly.

Gongsun Ce chewed the candied fruit and closed his mouth, but he was not idle: the old man's condition was obviously different from the plague symptoms recorded in the previous dynasty, and it seemed that there was no such situation in the ancient records of the previous dynasty. What is it?

A big warm hand covered his wide-open peach blossom eyes, and Gongsun Ce's eyes went dark, only to hear a warm voice ringing in his ears: "Leave this matter to me to investigate, you should rest well first, I will take care of you." Make sure you wake up at night and know the source of this plague."

He didn't know whether it was because his lover's voice was too gentle or the concoction had hypnotic ingredients, but Gongsun Ce felt that his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, so he took Yang Chizhang's hand and said, "Be careful" and fell into a deep sleep.

Yang Chizhang stretched out his fingers and traced the outline of Gongsun Ce with nostalgia. After looking at it for a while, he tucked the quilt up again, and then reluctantly left.

To trace the source of this matter, we have to find out from the old beggar, after all, this person is the first suspected patient of the plague they found.Most of the beggars in Kaifeng are organized and grouped, begging scattered during the day, and basically gather to sleep in ruined temples outside the city at night.

Changge's qinggong was not slow, and the turquoise figure floated across the sky, and soon arrived at the ruined temple outside the city.

The ruined temple leaked wind. In order to resist the cold, not only a fire was lit in the center of the ruined temple in broad daylight, but also many beggars were shivering and huddled together to keep warm.

There was a very pungent smell of vomit in the ruined temple. Yang Chizhang, a mildly clean freak, wrinkled his nose as soon as he walked in. Looking around, he found that the number of beggars gathered far exceeded his imagination. It just sank.

It is not right that so many people stay in the ruined temple during the normal begging time during the day.In addition, many of the beggars left behind were coughing in low voices, their faces were flushed, and they could tell they had high fever at a glance.

At this moment, a young beggar used a broken bowl to fill a bowl of meat porridge from the middle of the big pot, and carefully served it to an old beggar who looked seriously ill: "Grandpa , drink some meat porridge, the disease will recover soon."

The old beggar was furious: "Gua Wa, you can drink it. Grandpa won't be able to survive this winter anyway, so you won't be wasting food."

Gua Wa's tears fell down, and a mark was deeply bitten on her lips, but she still said stubbornly: "Grandpa, don't say such frustrating words, Gua Wa must work hard to find a way to find someone to cure Grandpa. Sickness. Grandpa, you agreed to carve a small wooden horse for Gua Wa in the spring, so you can’t take your word for it!”

Yang Chizhang's eyes were attracted by the pair of grandparents and grandchildren. The meat porridge in Guawa's hand could not be called porridge. For a moment, I couldn't tell what kind of meat it was.

While feeding his grandfather porridge, Gua Wa said, "Grandpa, if it's delicious, next time Gua Wa will catch a few more mice for Grandpa to eat!"

Rat meat!

Yang Chizhang was dizzy for a while, and there was no time to explain. The sound of the piano passed by, and "Yu" successfully hit the porridge bowl in Guawa's hand.

Crash!The gruel was scattered all over the floor along with a few pieces of rat meat.

However, the old beggar had already swallowed a piece of rat meat, and he had to be induced to vomit immediately. Ignoring Guawa's blank gaze, Yang Chizhang shot like lightning, and he didn't know where the old beggar's acupuncture point was. Not long after, He heard the old beggar "vomit" and vomited out the food he had just eaten.

The author has something to say:

The reason why the Chanyuan Alliance was signed in history was actually because Zhao Heng was very timid and had nothing to do with the plague, and the large-scale outbreak of the plague seemed to be in the Ming Dynasty.

PS. There should be another chapter later, but it is relatively late, and the little angels can read it tomorrow.Thanks to all the masters of the irrigation nutrient solution, Chi Zhang gave you a love!