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

"Thank you, boss, for your help!"

In the Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital, Fan Sanming was very excited after receiving the news that the imperial court agreed to prepare the Ministry of Commerce, and thanked Fan Zheng repeatedly.

"Don't be too happy first. You should know the purpose of the imperial court agreeing to establish the Ministry of Commerce." Fan Zheng said calmly.

Fan Sanming said loudly: "Don't worry, boss. From now on, merchants will definitely pay taxes in full, making business taxes hit a new high."

Fan Zheng shook his head and said: "Commercial tax is only one of them. The most important thing is to solve the harm caused by merchants. Once merchants violate laws and disciplines again, the court will definitely punish them severely."

Fan Sanming's heart trembled, and then he gritted his teeth and said: "The merchants broke the law and violated discipline, and they deserve what they deserve."

"At the same time, in order to prevent the disadvantages of merchants becoming bigger, the imperial court must state-owned enterprises to account for the majority of industries related to the national economy and people's livelihood. When Fan recommends you to become a consultant to the Ministry of Commerce, this policy will be proposed to the imperial court by you!" Fan Zhengdao.

"Thank you for your support, boss!" Fan Sanming said happily. Fan Zheng's policy has given him a lot of credit. Once this policy is implemented, he will definitely have a place in the Ministry of Commerce.

"Remember, don't forget the ideals of Song Dynasty merchants, otherwise the merchants will make the same mistakes again." Fan Zheng handed Fan Sanming a certificate and reminded him.

Fan Sanming solemnly said: "Don't worry, boss!"

After Fan Zheng left, Fan Sanming looked at the Gao Shen in his hand and couldn't help crying with joy. Although this Gao Shen had no official rank, it was enough to change his identity drastically.

After settling the matter with the Ministry of Commerce, Fan Zheng breathed a sigh of relief. He had just arrived at the Imperial Medical Office when suddenly Qian Yi came in a hurry and said with a solemn expression: "Fan Taicheng, something serious has happened! A plague has appeared in the Yellow River disaster area!"

Fan Zheng's heart sank and he quickly asked: "What kind of plague is it?"

He had ordered doctors to take more precautions in the affected areas, but he did not expect that the plague still could not be prevented.

"It's malaria!" Qian Yi said with a sad face.

"malaria?"

Fan Zheng frowned. He didn't expect that there was still a problem.

Qian Yi nodded and said: "The doctors on the front line have already reminded the victims in the affected areas not to drink contaminated water. However, according to the doctors on the front line, malaria is transmitted by insects, and is infected through mosquito bites or transfusion of blood containing the disease." .”

Nowadays, the flooding of the Yellow River coincides with the flooding of mosquitoes. In addition, the victims have lost their houses and can only sleep in simple rooms or even in the open air on the ground. There is no way to prevent mosquitoes.

"With the current medical technology, there is no good way to treat malaria. We can only rely on immunity to fight it!" Fan Zheng said helplessly.

"And according to reports from doctors on the front line, Mr. Fan is very likely to have been infected with malaria!" Qian Yi told another sad news.

"what!"

Fan Zheng was immediately shocked. He did not expect that his father would suffer such a disaster when he went to the disaster area to preside over disaster relief.

"No! I want to go to the disaster area immediately!" Fan Zheng said decisively.

Neither his father nor the people in the disaster area allowed any delay. Fan Zheng decided to go to the disaster area immediately to seek treatment.

At that moment, Fan Zheng immediately returned to Fan Mansion, and the entire Fan Mansion was already in a panic.

Fan Chunli had just become Minister Youcheng, and now he went to provide disaster relief along the Yellow River, but now he contracted malaria. As we all know, the mortality rate of malaria is fully 30%, which is as terrifying as smallpox.

Moreover, Fan Chunli is already old and may not be able to resist malaria at all.

"Don't worry, mother. When the child goes to Yuncheng, he will definitely cure his father and the victims!" Fan Zheng solemnly promised.

"Please, sir, please bring the curtains with you and be careful when you go there?" Li Qingzhao held up his growing belly. Although his eyes were worried, he did not stop him.

"Yes, your father is already infected. What if you..." Ma said worriedly.

Fan Zheng waved his hands and said, "Don't worry, mother. As a doctor, the first thing you should do before practicing medicine is to protect yourself. Your child will definitely take adequate protection."

Fan Zheng comforted Ma and Li Qingzhao and immediately rushed to the disaster area in Yuncheng.

Yuncheng is now in chaos. First, victims are everywhere, and malaria breaks out. Fan Chunli, the imperial envoy, is also infected with malaria. The whole Yuncheng is even more panicked.

"drive!"

Fan Zheng led a group of doctors and rushed to Yuncheng at full speed.

"Stop everyone! There is an epidemic area ahead, and no one is allowed to enter Yuncheng."

Just when Fan Zheng's horse arrived in Yuncheng, Song Jiang led a group of petty officials to immediately step forward to block the way. Now the most critical thing in Yuncheng is to prevent the spread of malaria. Song Jiang was ordered to set up defenses in this area.

"This is Fan Taicheng, the imperial doctor, who came specifically to deal with the plague in Yuncheng." A doctor stepped forward and said loudly.

"Ah! Evil...Fan Taicheng?" Song Jiang couldn't help but widen his eyes. The nickname of evil doctor blurted out, and he immediately changed his words.

"Evil doctor Fan Zheng!"

The clerk on the side didn't look like that and blurted out.

"Why don't you plead guilty to Fan Taicheng!" Song Jiang hurriedly tried to smooth things over like a timely rain.

"Yes! Yes! I made a mistake. Please forgive me, Fan Taicheng." The official apologized quickly.

You must know that the evil doctor Fan Zheng is not a little imperial doctor, he is also the only son of the imperial envoy Fan Xianggong, and he is also a popular figure among the officials. With a little move of his fingers, he can make a small official like him irrecoverable.

Fan Zheng waved his hands and said: "The evil doctor is just giving Fan a nickname from the government and the public. It doesn't mean anything. The most important thing for Fan to come now is the plague in Yuncheng."

Song Jiang complimented: "Fan Taicheng is so righteous! We admire him!"

Song Jiang immediately moved away from the roadblock and cleared the road.

Fan Zheng then waved his hand and said: "Immediately put on protective clothing, put on a mask and enter the epidemic area. By the way, give them some protective clothing and masks!"

Even though malaria is spread by mosquitoes, not droplets, Fan Zheng still dare not be careless. The doctor's protective clothing and mask are enough to cover the whole body, and spraying some toilet water is enough to prevent mosquito bites as much as possible.

"Thank you Fan Taicheng!"

Song Jiang and a group of petty officials gratefully accepted the protective clothing. People in the epidemic area were panicked, and they were naturally frightened. However, the number of protective clothing in the epidemic area was effective, and the priority doctors could not get their turn.

Fan Zheng did not stay any longer, but immediately mounted his horse and headed straight for the Yuncheng County Government Office.

"I've met Fan Taicheng!"

The county magistrate of Yuncheng came to greet him with a group of officials.

Fan Zheng simply ignored these complicated etiquette and said, "Where is father now?"

The Yuncheng County Magistrate looked panicked and said: "Xianggong Fan is recuperating in the back hall!"

Fan Zheng asked someone to lead the way and immediately came to the back hall. Sure enough, he saw his father lying weakly on the bed. Even though he was covered with a thick quilt in summer, he was still cold.

"Father?"

Fan Zheng shouted.

When Fan Chunli saw Fan Zheng, he quickly waved his hand and said, "Zheng'er, please don't come over. My father has already been infected with malaria. I don't want to infect you again."

Fan Zheng shook his head and said: "Father, don't worry, malaria is spread by mosquitoes. As long as it is not a mosquito bite, you will not be infected."

At that moment, Fan Zheng personally diagnosed Fan Chunli and finally confirmed that Fan Chunli was indeed infected with malaria.

"Father, rest in peace, and your child will definitely be cured by you." Fan Zheng said solemnly.