The old man coughed, grabbed the wooden crutch in his hand with both hands, and his expression was serious.

"This disease is good for young adults and dolls, adults can still stand up, and if the doll gets it, it will be a death, and there is no way to live." The old man frowned, "This disease has been in Jiangzhou Chengli for a winter, and every family does not dare to ask their children to go out." ”

The old man said again, "At the beginning, because no one in Jiangzhou Mansion had ever had a white throat, everyone didn't think about it. Later, it was Zhao Heren, the old doctor in our Xinglin Pavilion, who searched for medical books, and finally found this disease in the "Complete Book of Sores" of the previous dynasty, and the truth was revealed.

"This old Mr. Zhao reported the matter to the yamen of the state capital overnight, and the ram handed a distress fold to both sides of the capital and Zhuozhou at the same time the next day, urgently looking for a famous doctor to come to support."

"This is really an endless road, the doctor from Zhuozhou Mansion came before the end of the year. At the beginning of the fourth year of Shengming, the emperor also sent doctors from the capital, one named Bai Shijun and the other Bai Yi.

"Just listen to the name, these two people are father and son, but they are not ordinary father and son - both of them are first-class famous doctors in the Tai Hospital, so the emperor will hand over Jiang Zhoucheng's burden to them."

"The two stone tablets standing in front of the Jiangzhou Mansion are also inseparable from the two doctors from Beijing."

Bai Ling listened with mixed tastes on the side.

Unexpectedly, the matter of Bai Yi and Bai Shijun going north was spread back and forth, and in the end, it became such a good story of the monarch and the people.

"Most of the doctors who came from Zhuozhou Mansion before were military doctors, and they were all old rivers and lakes," the old man stretched out his hand and gestured vividly, "As soon as they arrived in the city and saw the patients, they immediately recognized that this disease was indeed 'white throat entanglement' as Dr. Zhao said." It's just that the disease of white throat is not curable, and they can only make soup and distribute it to the sick like in the former military camp of Zhuozhou Prefecture.

"But Jiangzhou is not as good as Zhuozhou, Jiangzhou has more people and less land, and the climate is more humid, and the people in the city are still sick one after another, and when the limelight is tight, everyone is so scared that they don't even dare to get the medicine, for fear of being locked by this demonic wind. Taking advantage of the sunny evening, everyone tried to escape elsewhere......"

When the old man said this, he couldn't help but pause lightly with the wooden crutch in his hand.

"But things are different after the two imperial doctors came." The old man laughed.

"The two doctors are cured of the disease?" Li Yiru asked with some uncertainty.

"Where is there such a god, the illness is like a thread, let alone the stubborn disease of white throat."

The old man stroked his beard and said, "Soon after these two Bai doctors arrived in Jiangzhou, they told everyone not to be afraid, this disease depends on direct transmission and droplet transmission, as long as you don't go to crowded places on weekdays, talk to people three feet away, and cover your mouth and nose with a handkerchief when coughing and sneezing...... can be prevented. ”

Li Yiru tilted his head, "Sounds ...... Pretty easy, huh? ”

The old man glanced at him with a frown, "How easy?" Back then, just guarding those good men and women in Fu'an Temple, they transferred three thousand elites from our Jiangzhou Mansion! It's been more than half a month! ”

"Fu'an Temple?" Li Yiru was puzzled, "This pass...... What's going on with the Buddhist temple? ”

Seeing Li Yiru's confused expression, the old man's face showed a smug look again, and he said softly, "Fu'an Temple is the largest Buddhist temple in our Jiangzhou Mansion, and there is an endless stream of believers who go to burn incense and worship Buddha on weekdays, not to mention the time when the white throat is the most ferocious.

"At that time, everyone didn't understand, they all believed that the incense in the temple was smoked, and the evil spirits were dispelled. But those Buddha lands are very expensive, and ordinary people can't afford them, so they can only make a wish on the mountain.

"At that time, it was just in time for February 28, which was the annual ceremony of worshipping the Buddha in Fu'an Temple. Although the government had repeatedly reiterated that people were not allowed to gather during the epidemic, and the temple had announced that the ceremony had been cancelled that year, many people who had suffered from white throat disease still rushed to carry their patients up the mountain on the evening of February 27.

"Those are all desperate people who can only ask the Buddha for protection.

"Doctor Bai is like a god, as soon as he heard that there was a grand event in February, he guessed that the previous official notice would not work, but at that time, it was not far from the Buddha Festival in Fu'an Temple, and it was not easy to intercept it, not to mention that these people knew that the official road was tightly checked, and they were all rushing to the path, and it was impossible to prevent it."

The old man stroked his beard again, "So the officers and soldiers were fully armed, and they were at the foot of the mountain, and when it was dawn on the twenty-eighth day, the government immediately ordered the mountain to be closed, and directly requisitioned the Fu'an Temple and the mountain forest where it was located as a place for healing, and sent a group of doctors to the past, and separated everyone according to the method mentioned before." ”

"The disease of white throat is at most five days, and everyone was locked up in the mountain for five days, and those who did not get sick were put down the mountain, and the others just stayed in the temple to recuperate."

The old man glanced at Li Yiru, "If you don't say that the imperial doctor from the capital is well-informed, don't you want to know these things in advance?" A carelessness is a failure. ”

Li Yiru smiled, "I've been taught!" ”

"At that time, there was much more to do than that," said the old man, "at that time, the people in the city were also panicking, the government ordered a curfew, and every night there were patrols beating gongs, and everyone shouted the three characters of 'three feet apart' and 'anti-droplets'.

"The Xinglin Courtyard in the state capital, several empty houses in the north of the city, and some old warehouses in the south of the city...... All of them were requisitioned to house the sick. This is also due to Dr. Bai's suggestion, one more patient outside the home will have one more source of infection, which can easily lead to another batch of new patients.

"There are also monuments in those places." The old man sighed with emotion, "That's it, the white throat has been making trouble in Jiangzhou Chengli for more than two months, and it will be dispersed in April!" Such a great victory, if you look through the history books, you will not have it. ”

There was a thud around them.

The old man supported his waist, his expression was full of pride, "After entering the city for a while, you can also take a good look at the streets of our Jiangzhou Cheng, the sewage canals in Jiangzhou City are all culverts, there are very few open ditches, and several old seepage wells for sewage are not needed - this is also proposed by Dr. Bai three years ago." In this way, in the summer, the sewage on the ground will not attract mosquitoes and flies, and without mosquitoes and flies, there will be less malaria. ”

Speaking of this, he suddenly sighed.

"It's a pity," the old man looked at the stele, "It's a pity that God has no eyes, and the two Bai doctors didn't see the day the culvert was built, and they were killed by the blue-robed bandits."

"This stele in front of you is the fourth year of the Shengming Dynasty, and the emperor erected it for the two imperial doctors during his northern tour." The old man pointed to the stone tablet not far away and said, "On the front is the bold words of Dr. Bai Yibai, and on the back of the tablet are the names of all the doctors who died that year."

"We, the people of Jiangzhou, remember them until now."