Physician of the Song Dynasty: Zhang Kai and Li Qingzhao have a private life-long contract

"Wormwort water!"

People in the entire epidemic area love and hate it.

If you want to retain the medicinal effect of bitter wormwood, you must boil it in water and drink it. Artemisia itself has a taste, not to mention that bitter wormwood is extremely bitter.

However, the extremely bitter wormwood water is a good medicine for curing malaria. No matter how bitter and strange the taste is, you can only grit your teeth and drink it.

"vomit!"

Fan Chunli just picked up the bitter mugwort water and took a sip, which immediately caused a strong nausea.

Fan Zheng couldn't help but feel helpless. Even though he had added sucrose, the taste of bitter mugwort water was still unbearable.

"Father, please be patient first. This medicine is the only medicine to treat malaria!" Fan Zheng consoled him.

Hearing this, Fan Chunli suppressed vomiting and swallowed the bitter mugwort water.

After serving Fan Chunli and taking medicine, the Yuncheng County Magistrate came urgently.

"Fan Taicheng, I have an emergency, and I want to see Mr. Fan. I don't know Mr. Fan..." the Yuncheng County Magistrate said urgently.

Fan Zheng frowned, shook his head and said, "My father is still ill, so I'm afraid he can't handle official duties yet!"

"It's okay! I can still hold on." Fan Chunli struggled to get up and wanted to continue handling official duties.

Fan Zheng forced Fan Chunli onto the bed and said calmly: "Father, please don't forget that Yuncheng has been taken over by the medical family. During the medical family's control, your son can make the final decision on all urgent matters."

According to the imperial court's method of eradicating the plague, the doctor now has the greatest decision-making power. He handles official affairs on behalf of his father, which does not count as superstition.

"Treason!" Fan Chunli shouted angrily after being forced to seize power by Fan Zheng.

Fan Zheng ignored Fan Chunli's roar and directly asked people to serve Fan Chunli and not let him move.

After walking out of the yamen, the Yuncheng County Magistrate said helplessly: "Fan Taicheng's medical skills saved our Yuncheng County from the fire and water, and I owe it to the people of Yuncheng to survive. It's just that this matter concerns the victims, and I really can't say anything about it." .”

"Just tell me," Fan Zheng said with a big wave of his hand. His father, Fan Chunli, was responsible for the disaster relief. If something happened to the victims, even though Fan Chunli contracted malaria, he still could not escape his responsibility, not to mention that he was a doctor now. Responsible for taking over Yuncheng.

Whether it was for his father or the people, he couldn't ignore it.

"Yuncheng is already short of food. If this continues, I'm afraid the victims will no longer have food." Yuncheng County Magistrate said with a bitter smile.

Although Fan Zheng's medical skills are amazing, it is difficult for a clever woman to make a meal without rice, and she cannot provide food for the victims at all.

Fan Zheng wondered: "How is it possible? A grain merchant has shipped a large amount of cheap grain. The grain in Yuncheng is enough to accommodate the victims."

The county magistrate of Yuncheng said helplessly: "The grain merchants did bring a large amount of cheap grain. However, these days, there is an epidemic in Yuncheng, and the grain from outside cannot be shipped in at all, and there is no replenishment. Even so, as long as we save some, we can't survive. , but in recent times, there have suddenly been many disaster victims, causing a shortage of disaster relief food."

"Suddenly there are so many victims?" Fan Zheng was puzzled. Now that the Yellow River floods have flowed to Liangshanbo, the area has not expanded, and Yuncheng has been closed due to the epidemic, so victims cannot come in at all. How could there be so many victims.

The Yuncheng County Magistrate said with some difficulty: "Fan Taicheng will know it at a glance."

"Go and lead the way!"

At that moment, Fan Zheng stood up and headed towards the place where the victims were resettled.

"I've met Fan Taicheng, I've met the county magistrate!"

Seeing the county magistrate bringing Fan Taicheng over, Song Jiang, who was responsible for serving porridge, quickly stepped forward to greet him.

Now that Fan Zheng has found a good cure for malaria, Yuncheng's control over entry and exit has been slightly relaxed, and Song Jiang has turned to being responsible for serving porridge.

"Song Jiang, how is the situation in the disaster area now?" Yuncheng County Magistrate shouted loudly.

"Yuncheng, Songjiang!"

Fan Zheng's eyes narrowed and he suddenly saw Song Jiang whom he had met once before. He did not expect that he was the famous Timely Rain Song Jiang in later generations.

Song Jiang smiled bitterly and said: "I would like to report to the county magistrate, the number of victims has only increased a lot today."

"It only increases a lot!"

Fan Zheng frowned and immediately looked at the victims, only to find that they were indeed a group of victims in ragged clothes, with nothing unusual at all.

Seeing this, Song Jiang immediately explained: "Fan Taicheng doesn't know that this flood was notified in advance and many people were prepared, so you can't see much difference in their clothes. However, you can see it in his face." two."

Fan Zheng then looked sideways and realized that many victims had rosy faces, obviously not suffering from malnutrition.

"Is this?" Fan Zheng asked in confusion.

Song Jiang said helplessly: "Are these local people from Yuncheng?"

"Don't they have a home? And they were not affected by the disaster?" Fan Zheng frowned.

Song Jiang sighed helplessly.

Fan Zheng suddenly understood that being greedy for petty gains was a common weakness among ordinary people.

Song Jiang opened the lid of the porridge, pointed at the steaming porridge pot and said: "The imperial court has a clear order on releasing porridge for disaster relief. When chopsticks float up, heads fall to the ground. Although the people in Yuncheng were not affected by the disaster, most of them were not rich. After eating One bite of disaster relief food can save a bite for the family.”

Fan Zheng understood the cause of the incident and immediately understood what was going on. He stood up and said loudly: "Fellow fellow villagers in Yuncheng, I am the evil doctor Fan Zheng. Please listen to me!"

In order to convince the people, Fan Zheng directly revealed his nickname of the evil doctor Fan Zheng.

"Evil doctor Fan Zheng!"

All the people raised their heads one after another. The reputation of the evil doctor Fan Zheng was already very loud among the people. In addition, the evil doctor Fan Zheng had just found a prescription to treat malaria and saved the people of Yuncheng from the fire and water. His reputation among the people was even more prosperous. .

Fan Zheng continued: "Now due to the epidemic in Yuncheng, the victims are short of food. Please stop eating relief porridge for all local people in Yuncheng. Fan would like to thank you!"

Among the victims, many local people looked ashamed.

"Have you ever heard what Fan Taicheng said, the people of Yuncheng left quickly. If I let this official find out, I will definitely punish him severely." Yuncheng County Magistrate immediately shouted loudly.

Song Jiang took the opportunity and said: "Fan Taicheng is a miracle doctor who can cure the plague and allows the people of Yuncheng to survive. Don't let down Fan Taicheng's expectations."

As the Yuncheng County Magistrate and Song Jiang sang together, some Yuncheng people left the team with shameful faces.

Fan Zheng also breathed a sigh of relief when he saw someone leaving.

However, Song Jiang shook his head and said: "Fan Taicheng, please don't be too happy. I'm afraid only a small part of the people in Yuncheng left voluntarily. The food in Yuncheng is still not enough to last for long."

Fan Zheng thought for a while and said, "Then go to other places immediately to prepare food!"

The Yuncheng County Magistrate said bitterly: "Your Majesty the County Magistrate, you don't know. The plague has not left Yuncheng now, and many merchants are avoiding Yuncheng. Besides, because of the flood, the surrounding grain has already been used, just to transport grain. I’m afraid it won’t be possible in a short period of time.”

"The only way now is to distinguish the locals of Yuncheng from the victims!" Fan Zheng said solemnly.

The Yuncheng County Magistrate and Song Jiang nodded solemnly, but they knew that they could not tell the difference at all. The victims were also from nearby Yuncheng, and their accents were very similar. In addition, there were no portraits, so as long as he bit him to death, he would be a disaster victim. How can they not provide disaster relief?