"Ahem, ahem, it turns out to be...Mr. Wu's top disciple. Please...come in!" Zhang Xianzhong, who was lying on the sickbed, immediately struggled to sit up after learning the other party's identity.
Wu Youxing was just a traveling doctor with little reputation before.
In the 14th year of Chongzhen, plague broke out in Shandong, Zhejiang, and the north and south of Zhi, and many people were infected. By May and June, the disease became more serious, sometimes even spreading to the whole family.
To this end, he went deep into the epidemic area to treat patients and analyze the epidemic situation.
After many experiments, Wu Youxing formulated a prescription that could relieve and cure the plague: Dayuan Drink.
This made him famous among the people.
Wu Youxing believed that the plague was caused by "pestilent air" entering the patient's body through the mouth and nose, causing the patient to become ill.
That is, airborne transmission and contact transmission in modern medicine.
but...
This theory was regarded as a misleading heresy by the medical community at the time, so Wu Youxing continued to practice medicine among the people without receiving official recognition.
Zhang Xianzhong felt that Wu Youxing was an excellent doctor and his student was not much worse, so he let the doctor in immediately.
Wang Zhaolin swept his proud eyes across everyone's faces one by one, then he walked out of the tent himself and welcomed a middle-aged man in.
The man was about forty years old, wearing a grass-green silk robe with a pattern of spring in the garden, an orange-red belt with barbarian patterns tied around his waist, and his black and white hair was tied up on top of his head with a net scarf.
His face is as red as a date and his body is thin, giving people a gentle and elegant feeling.
He walked into the military tent and looked around, finally his eyes fell on Zhang Xianzhong: "This general is seriously ill."
Without waiting for Zhang Xianzhong to speak, he stepped forward and came in front of Zhang Xianzhong, observed him carefully, and began to take his pulse.
Wang Zhaolin took the opportunity to introduce: "Everyone, this doctor is called Zhao Yongnian, and he is a disciple of the famous doctor Wu Youxing. He is from Wuchang Prefecture, Huguang, and like Mr. Wu, he likes to travel around to practice medicine."
After a while, Zhao Yongnian let go of Zhang Xianzhong's wrist.
Liu Wenxiu asked hurriedly: "Mr. Zhao, how is my adoptive father's condition?"
"This disease has wind, cold, heat and dampness, and is caused by the invasion of the six evils. The symptoms are similar to those of typhoid fever, but they are different."
Li Dingguo was a little confused by what Zhao Yongnian said, and then asked: "Sir, do you have any good medicine to treat it?"
"Yes," Zhao Yongnian stood up and walked to the table in the military tent, picked up a pen and paper and started writing.
While writing, he used the corner of his eyes to search for useful information on the table.
After a while, a prescription appeared in front of everyone: "Use two cups of water, boil it for eight minutes, and drink it warm in the morning and evening. Within a few days, you will be cured."
Zhang Xianzhong tried to cheer himself up and said, "Thank you for your advice, sir. I wonder if you can stay in the army for a few days?"
Zhao Yongnian was stunned, "Sir, are you going to detain me?"
"No," Zhang Xianzhong said seriously, "Since arriving in Yongzhou, many soldiers in the army have fallen ill. I would like to trouble you to help take a look at them."
"Of course we won't help you for free. We will pay you every penny you deserve."
Zhao Yongnian breathed a sigh of relief: "So that's what happened. Anyway, I travel around to practice medicine. I go wherever there are patients. Since there are patients here, I will stay here for a few days."
"Thank you, sir." Zhang Xianzhong bowed to Zhao Yongnian.
Zhao Yongnian couldn't wait to ask: "Where is the patient?"
"Sir, please take a rest before going again!"
"It's okay. It's more important to see a doctor."
Seeing that Zhao Yongnian was devoted to treating patients, Zhang Xianzhong finally put aside his suspicions and let Wang Zhaolin take him to the military camp.
After Wang Zhaolin and Zhao Yongnian left, Zhang Xianzhong called Sun Kewang to him, pointed at the prescription and said, "Find a few more doctors and ask them to check if there is any problem with the prescription. If there is no problem, prescribe and decoct the medicine according to the prescription."
"Don't worry, godfather. I'll arrange it right away." Sun Kewang carefully picked up the prescription and turned to leave.
A quarter of an hour later, Sun Kewang came back with great joy: "Father, other doctors in the army all said that there is no problem with this prescription, and they have arranged for someone to boil the medicine."
"That's good," Zhang Xianzhong breathed a sigh of relief while lying on the sickbed, "I hope I can recover soon."
While Zhang Xianzhong was sighing, Zhao Yongnian had already followed Wang Zhaolin to the north of Yongzhou City, near the Dashi Army's logistics camp.
Seeing that there was no one around, Zhao Yongnian stopped and said, "Military Advisor Wang, I have something to say but I don't know if I should say it or not."
Wang Zhaolin frowned, waved his hand to drive the soldiers behind him away, and said, "Let's talk while we walk."
"good."
Zhao Yongnian and Wang Zhaolin walked side by side.
"Military Advisor Wang, you know I came from Guangzhou Prefecture. Before I came here, the people there had already heard that the Dashi Army was heading south, and they were all terrified."
“So, they asked me to do something.”
"What's the matter?" Wang Zhaolin asked with narrowed eyes.
"The wealthy merchants in Guangzhou City hope that the Dashi Army will not attack Guangzhou. If Military Advisor Wang can help, they are willing to donate 100,000 silver coins."
"How much?" Wang Zhaolin asked with his eyes wide open.
"One hundred thousand taels of silver." Zhao Yongnian repeated.
Wang Zhaolin was shocked by the number.
Don't underestimate these 100,000 taels of silver. According to the purchasing power at that time, it was a huge sum of money in the eyes of an ordinary wealthy family.
At the end of the Ming Dynasty, a stone of rice in the south could be sold for one tael of silver.
In the Ming Dynasty, one stone of rice weighed about 150 jin, which is equivalent to 178 jin in modern units.
Calculated according to the modern standard of two yuan per kilogram of rice.
The purchasing power of 100,000 taels of silver at that time was equivalent to the purchasing power of 35.6 million taels of silver today.
This is evident.
Wang Zhaolin's family was indeed wealthy, but not to this extent.
He calmed himself down and asked, "It is a capital crime to have secret dealings with the Ming army! Since you are treating the Great Western King, I will not pursue what I said just now."
Zhao Yongnian said nonchalantly, "I went to Guangzhou to see a wealthy businessman. When they heard that I was going north, they asked me to find a chance to tell Lord Wang a message."
"It would be great if I can bring him there, but it doesn't matter if I can't. Now that the message has been delivered, the rest has nothing to do with me."
Wang Zhaolin stopped and looked at Zhao Yongnian carefully.
Seeing this, Zhao Yongnian also stopped and allowed him to observe.
After observing for a while, Wang Zhaolin suddenly reached out and drew the sword from his waist, put it on Zhao Yongnian's neck and asked sternly: "You are a spy for the Ming court, right?"
Zhao Yongnian chuckled, "Someone in Guangzhou had said before that Military Advisor Wang was bloodthirsty, but I didn't believe it at the time. Now that I see it, it's true."
"Stop talking nonsense! Who asked you to come? What is your purpose here? Tell me!" Wang Zhaolin gently exerted force with his right hand, and the blade cut through the surface of Zhao Yongnian's skin, oozing out a trickle of blood.
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