A barbarian, or a barbarian who can only heal blood, Zhen Yi paid more attention when arranging the household registration for Gargamel, and directly arranged it under Nuergandusi.

As for how Nurgan Dusi suddenly had a blonde and blue-eyed barbarian, and why this household registration was opened from Shuntian Mansion, this matter is actually not important, and it can be arranged slowly later.

The important thing is not to arrange the household registration of Shuntianfu for this barbarian, otherwise he, the prefect of Shuntianfu, will have to consider finding a daughter-in-law for this barbarian.

As the saying goes, more things are better than less things, and if you can make yourself less troublesome, it is better to have less trouble.

Jiang Xinlong also knows this.

However, these are not important - as long as you arrange a household registration for this barbarian, even if you have completed the things assigned by His Royal Highness King Zhao, and turn around and worship Yang Shaofeng's door, can this barbarian still make trouble for himself?

Gargamel naturally didn't know the difference between the household registration of Shuntianfu and the household registration of Nuergandusi, and as for the inexplicable statement that Zhen Yi had arranged a name for Wang Ke with his loyalty to the king and all the ups and downs, Gargamel also said that it didn't matter.

In Gargamel's view, with the household registration of the Ming Empire, he is a citizen of the Ming Empire as a matter of course, even if he returns to Europe and Rome in the future, he is also a citizen of the Ming Empire, and Count Gregor wants to find trouble for himself, so he has to weigh it carefully - the invincible armada of the Ming Dynasty is his greatest guarantee!

Leaving the lobby of Shuntian Mansion, Gargamel put the household registration book tightly close to his body, and patted it repeatedly, before finally breathing a sigh of relief: "From now on, I am a citizen of the Ming Empire, right?" ”

Jiang Xinlong nodded and replied, "Yes, from now on, you are a citizen of the Ming Empire. Collect this household registration booklet, open a bank account, divide the land, marry a wife, and have children go to school, which will be used by you, which is also your most important reliance in the future.

However, you don't have to think about the land issue first, because the land allocated to you is far away in Liaodong, thousands of miles away from Shuntianfu, and you will mainly follow Gonggong Zheng to the sea in the future, and you can't take care of the land in Liaodong. ”

Gargamel nodded vigorously, "Of course, I never thought about farming, especially after seeing those plants you planted on the boat, I completely gave up the idea of farming.

By the way, you can now take me to your Royal Highness the Prince, and I will tell him where the Good Luck Leif chart and Lef's nautical diary are hidden. ”

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As soon as he heard the doctor, Yang Shaofeng smiled.

Unlike the scientific Western medicine of later generations, and the ancient Chinese medicine, even the bloodletting barber in people's understanding is very different, and the barbers of this era relied on guessing to cure diseases, and they guessed as soon as they guessed in the seventeenth century.

For example, there are fourteen illegitimate children, countless lovers, if you have money, you will spend it, and if you don't have money, you can endure it, and the second generation of British King Charles, who was called the "happy king" by the British, died in the hands of the "British imperial doctors".

In 1685, at the age of 54, Charles II suffered a stroke, and twelve royal physicians were summoned to treat him.

But the way of treatment is a bit inhumane.

First of all, nearly 700 milliliters of blood were given to the king, because the European barbers of the time believed that bloodletting could cure diseases.

After that, this group of imperial doctors may have detoxified Charles II, and while the blood released was still hot, they gave Charles II vomiting and made Charles II take laxatives.

Just when Charles II was vomiting and diarrhea, the group of royal doctors used cinnamon, fennel, beetroot, salt and other ingredients to concoct the "potion", and began to give Charles II an enema, and it was every two hours for five days.

Probably also for detoxification.

At this time, Charles II's whole person was very "transparent", after all, there was so much "poisonous blood", which was both vomiting and enema.

Unfortunately, under the treatment of the twelve royal doctors, the king's condition did not improve.

But it doesn't matter, you can hold it, after all, the imperial doctor is the imperial doctor, and it is impossible to treat the disease by relying on only one trick.

If the above operation is for detoxification, then the next operation is somewhat "mysterious".

The doctors shaved the king's head, and then destroyed the king's scalp with a reddish iron~

As soon as the scalp is burned, there are blood blisters, and then the doctor squeezes the blood blisters out. At the same time, the soles of the king's feet were smeared with pigeon droppings. Finally, the king is stuffed with sneeze powder in his nostrils and covered with a hot plaster.

You think that's the end of it?

But no.

Because the European barbers at that time also paid attention to internal and external use, perming the scalp and applying pigeon dung and plaster can only be regarded as external use, isn't there also internal use.

The doctors ground the skull of the corpse into powder, and added laxatives, yes, laxatives, to the king—what a good prescription, with a hint of the usual Western magic, and after careful consideration, there seemed to be a hint of truth.

Finally, the hard work paid off, Charles II, who had only suffered a slight stroke, finally died on February 6, 1685 after being rescued by twelve royal doctors.

And in the last moments of this king, his last words expressed his gratitude to the doctor: I am very sorry, I have troubled you for so long, everyone has worked hard......

However, this was already the end of the seventeenth century in Western medicine—and even earlier, in the fourteenth century, the doctors used even more miraculous methods to treat the Black Death.

When the Black Death first appeared, the European medical community was helpless against this rapidly developing new disease.

In 1348, the famous physician Sholyak was working in the Catholic Church, and his account of the course of his illness became a classic text for later generations to study the Black Death in Europe. In it, he proposed that the Black Death manifested in two forms, the first appeared within the first two months of the epidemic, and the patient usually died within three days of the onset of the disease, and the second died within five days of the onset of the disease.

If you look at these two aspects, Dr. Sholyak's record of the course of his illness is indeed classic, but for treatment, his recommendations include: clean the air with fire; Cleanse yourself with agave pills; Peel the figs and boiled onions, mix with yeast and butter to soften the abscesses; soothe the heart with senna and other good-smelling things; Relax your mind with red clay from Armenia, as well as bloodletting, a universal health treatment.

Yes, it's still a one-size-fits-all phlebotomy, but compared to other doctors' treatment options, this may be considered a more reliable solution, after all, it involves a variety of purification and disinfection measures (regardless of the effect for the time being).

Most of the other doctors' prescriptions for the Black Death were as follows: onions, snakes, and pigeons, boiled and chopped and applied to the affected area, vinegar, laxatives, sweet wine, and barley soup stewed with gold leaf.

As for the more ridiculous, there are: drinking "detoxifying syrup" made of arsenic and mercury, holy water, of course, and applying gemstones such as plaster or jadeite, which are called "miracle stones".

In addition to internal and external use, surgery is naturally indispensable.

In terms of surgery, in addition to the common bloodletting therapy, there is also a surgical procedure to squeeze out the pus and blood of the swollen lymph glands and then burn the wound with a soldering iron to stop the bleeding.

With such medical skills, it is no wonder that the fourteenth-century French writer Jean Vouchaw complained: "A doctor needs three precious qualities: the ability to lie, the ability to pretend to be sincere, and the strong heart that does not blame itself for treating patients to death." ”

However, even the ancient Western doctors would lie, pretend to be sincere, and treat patients to death without remorse, but these messy methods obviously could not deal with the Black Death.

Since medicine can't cure the Black Death, then try metaphysics?

For example, if you don't take a bath, let the dust cover the whole body, and don't let the disease enter the body, you will naturally not get sick?

Another example is the "cure" of flogging the patient and praying for God's mercy, but it can't be cured anyway, so why not ask God for it, what if it works?

In the 15th century, Venice even published a schematic diagram indicating the constellations corresponding to different parts of the human body, which was used to guide the means of bloodletting to treat different symptoms......

It is for this reason that from the mid-14th century to the 16th century, the Black Death broke out in Europe almost every 10 years.

In the past few hundred years, the old Western doctors in Europe have actively compiled more than 300 medical monographs on the Black Death, and there are different opinions on the causes of the outbreak of the Black Death, and there is still no conclusive conclusion, as for how to prevent and treat it, it is even more strange.

The only more useful findings are probably isolation, and "run away, escape far, come back later".

Of course, even if these two points are summed up, there is actually no use for birds.

In 1664, London, England, which was more urbanized than the rest of Europe, fell again into the pit of the Black Death.

Following the historical experience of "quick escape", the aristocracy and the wealthy fled the city of London first, and then the middle class who owned property in the countryside also fled, and even the clergy of some parishes fled, which made the populace feel betrayed – fortunately the Archbishop of Canterbury, the Bishop of London and the Mayor of London insisted on staying.

A few months after the outbreak of the pandemic, the House of Lords meeting to discuss anti-epidemic measures passed only two decrees: a ban on the construction of plague hospitals in wealthy areas; and the prohibition of segregation of the nobility.

Too many people in charge have run away, the city government is on the verge of being paralyzed, and nothing can be done but issue a Black Death guide. The treatment options in the guide are not much more advanced than in the 14th century, such as "24 grams of unicorn horn" and "3 coins of opium for brandy".

Of course, the common people can't afford such expensive and rare prescriptions anyway, and the people at the bottom can only do their best to save themselves. Petty traders no longer dare to touch the coins directly, so they have to throw copper plates into bottles filled with water to buy things, and the house has to be smoked with rosemary, vinegar, pine branches, and even letters. This caused the price of rosemary to skyrocket, from a handful of shillings to a pinch of six shillings.

Henry Dorset, the deacon of the diocese of St. Townston, recorded the use of funds in his diocese 1510 as the grassroots work of the St. Downtown Parish Council in leading the masses to fight the epidemic:

"Kupal also served as a gatekeeper, 4 shillings a week" (Kupal was originally the parish responsible for distributing relief food. During the Black Death, when someone was infected, the police would call a blacksmith to lock the door of the house and paint it with a red cross to warn the neighbourhood not to approach. The diocese will also hire a gatekeeper to guard the family of the sick to prevent them from breaking in.)

"Pay the blacksmith's Gael's chains, padlocks, and installations, three shillings and two pence."

"The key to Andrew's widow's padlock was given to Dudley, the gatekeeper."

"The widows Brig and Mandon are searchers, two shillings a week." (Searchers are responsible for entering homes with patients every day to see if they have died, work risky, and generally pay poor widows for high wages.) They are also responsible for bringing basic food and water to quarantined families.)

"Widow Brig discovers that Andrew's widow is dead, and his adopted son is still alive. Continue to lock. ”

"Andrew's adopted son is dead, and the food and water sent are a shilling, a coffin is a shilling, and a gravedigger Penny is paid a shilling."

"Penny the gravedigger, his wife and two young sons were separated, and the exhumation of the grave in this diocese was transferred to Penny's eldest son."

"Penny, the gravedigger, has two young sons dead, and Joseph buries his brothers."

"The gatekeeper Kupal has been quarantined, paying the blacksmith Gale a shilling for a sixpence for a padlock."

"Blacksmith Gail is quarantined."

"Joseph, the gravedigger, is dead."

Joseph, the last gravedigger who did not survive, died in the last two months of the plague, and Dorset's accounts only recorded Joseph's death, which at that time made it impossible to bury the dead alone, and the body could only be thrown into one of the five mass graves dug in the diocese.

The Black Death in London was in 1665, and Yongle was twenty-one years for European doctors......

Yang Shaofeng couldn't help laughing: "Don't say that you are a doctor in the future." ”

After listening to Jiang Xinlong's translation, Gargamel was extremely unconvinced, and even a little aggrieved: "Why? I have cured a lot of patients, and only three or four out of ten are incurable, and I can't help it. ”

Regarding Gargamel's question, Jiang Xinlong didn't even bother to translate, but directly told Gargamel's answer: "Treating ten people and dying three or four is no longer a question of mediocrity, but a problem of the patient's family will beat you to death!"

Also, don't say that your medical skills are already very powerful in your place, any doctor at your level in Daming is better than you, you can't be considered a doctor at all! Got it! ”

"Then I'm going to learn the medical skills of Da Ming!"

Gargamel immediately changed his attitude: "I don't want to shave people's heads for the rest of my life, I want to be a doctor!" ”

Yang Shaofeng was about to nod, but Zhu Gaosui's face darkened: "What kind of doctor!" Tell me honestly about the new world, and follow this king to find the new world! ”

As soon as he heard the words "New World", Yang Shaofeng suddenly pricked up his ears: "New World? What New World? ”