"Jin Qi, get me a mask."

When they came to Dashi Village, Yang Caiwei and Liang Wen took out handkerchiefs and tied them between their mouths and noses.

The earliest record of masks in the world appeared in the Spring and Autumn Period in "Etiquette": cover your mouth, fear of touching people.

At that time, the main function of the court was to prevent the breath of the palace people from polluting the emperor's mouth and nose.

And in the Yuan Dynasty, Marco Polo also had a similar record in his travelogue:

In the palace of the Yuan Dynasty, those who offered food covered their mouths and noses with silk cloths to breathe their breath and not touch the food and drink.

At that time, masks were only made of silk as the main material, and they did not have the strong ability of modern medical masks to isolate the virus, but they were already the first step, and they were relatively advanced in a relatively backward period.

Zhu Qizhen originally had one, but I don't know if he drank too much last night, or if he lost it when he was juicing today, and he couldn't find it when he rummaged through his body, so he pouted the word mask.

Jin Qi looked at Zhu Qizhen with a confused expression: "Childe, what is a mask?" ”

Finding that Zhu Qizhen didn't bring a handkerchief, he said with understanding: "Oh, oh, right?" ”

Suddenly, Jin Qi began to search for his chest, but he rummaged through the pockets of his body, but he couldn't find one.

I had to look at Zhu Qizhen embarrassedly and said, "Childe, I don't seem to have taken it." ”

Zhu Qizhen looked at Guo Mao and Fan Zhong, and the two waved their hands, both of them looking confused.

Masks? Handkerchief? What's that, I'm a big old man chirping with this chirp?

"Uncle Zhu, didn't you bring it?" Yang Caiwei stretched out her fist.

Zhu Qizhen understood, stretched out his hand and placed it under him, and a handkerchief gently fell on Zhu Qizhen's hand.

"This is new, it was originally for Daddy, seeing that you are an uncle, it will be cheaper for you!" Yang Caiwei smiled.

"By the way, uncle, what did you just say? Masks? ”

As soon as Zhu Qizhen tied the handkerchief, a faint fragrance of his daughter's house came to his mouth and nose.

The smell of blue musk made the old man's heart sway, and it took him a while to react.

"Oh, yes, I think the handkerchiefs and squares that I wear in the malaria area can be made a little thicker to better block the sickness.

It is not convenient to use now, but it can also be improved to be worn between the mouth and nose. ”

Zhu Qizhen said, he had already made up his mind, and when he went back, he would arrange for someone to make it according to the style of the mask, so that it could be used in case of such an epidemic.

Yang Caiwei tilted her head to think, but she couldn't think of what Zhu Qizhen said, just a thickened handkerchief.

"Lord Futai, the envoy of the Xiong Yuan invites us in." The master poked his head out of the ward and said.

"Zhu Gongzi, please!" Liang Wen took the lead in entering the ward.

Zhu Qizhen followed the second one in, and Fan Zhong and the others just wanted to follow up, but they were stopped by Yang Caiwei.

"Uncle Guo, Uncle Fan, Jin Qi, the three of you don't have handkerchiefs to cover your faces, it's too dangerous to go in, so let's wait outside."

"But ......"

Guo Mao originally wanted to struggle for a thing or two, at least he and Fan Zhong wanted to send someone to protect Zhu Qizhen.

But before the words could be spoken, they were interrupted by Zhu Qizhen, and the three of them had to stand outside and wait with big eyes and small eyes.

When I went inside, it was still the strong medicinal fragrance of yesterday, but the difference was that the taste of yellow artemisia was particularly prominent today.

"Xiong Yuan envoy, I trouble you to come all the way here, this government on behalf of the people of Qiongzhou thank you for your kindness!" Liang Wen entered the door and saluted Xiong Zongli.

Xiong Zongli raised his hand and just wanted to say a few words, when he saw Zhu Qizhen walking in with only a handkerchief, and he didn't have the heart to talk to Liang Wen.

"The prefect is polite, the lower official is a doctor, it should be, let Brother Yang tell you about the situation here."

came to Zhu Qizhen's side in a perfunctory manner, Liang Wen was not surprised when he saw this, knowing that Xiong Zongli's personality was not sociable, so he talked with Yang Hao on the side.

"Childe, why did you come in too? I'm afraid that a handkerchief is not enough, so I will accompany you out and tell you about the situation in detail. Xiong Zongli said with concern.

Noticing Yang Caiwei's surprised expression on the side, Zhu Qizhen left Xiong Zongli with a reassuring look, and then approached Liang Wen's side to listen to the level of this prefect.

Xiong Zongli naturally also noticed Yang Caiwei's expression, he was helpless, but his gaze quickly turned between Zhu Qizhen and Yang Caiwei a few times, revealing a look of surprise.

"Caiwei, come." Xiong Zongli carefully called Yang Caiwei aside.

"What's wrong, Uncle Bear?" Yang Caiwei was surprised.

Xiong Zongli took Yang Caiwei to the door, and from time to time the wind blew through the door curtain, through a slight cool autumn breeze, and at the same time, a corner was slightly lifted, allowing the two to glimpse the sunlight outside the house.

The First Cause of All Worlds

Xiong Zongli whispered: "Cai Wei, you take Zhu Gongzi out, come all the way to help, and if we get sick again, we won't be able to live with others." ”

Yang Caiwei looked back at Zhu Qizhen, and said with surprise on her face: "I think Zhu Gongzi is in good health, and it should be fine if he covers his mouth and nose."

And he seems to care about the villagers, isn't that a little unkind? ”

Xiong Zongli smiled bitterly at the corner of his mouth, what kind of favor do you care at this time, if the emperor is infected with malaria, let's

We are all sinners.

"Zhu Gongzi has just recovered from a serious illness, and he still needs to pay more attention when he looks alive.

If he really wants to come back, then you can take him to do more protection before coming. Xiong Zongli said.

Yang Caiwei glanced at Zhu Qizhen again: "Oh~ So that's the case, then Uncle Xiong, don't worry." ”

"Lord Liang, it is this Zhu Gongzi, the ancient prescription he recommended has been of great help to the treatment of malaria!

Zhu Gongzi also ran over in person and sent medicine together to assist in treatment! ”

At this moment, Yang Hao is recommending Zhu Qizhen in front of Liang Wen, he and Xiong Zongli are both honest people, and they don't have much idea about their careers, so they naturally won't make a move to grab merit.

Liang Wen was very surprised when he heard this, and hugged his fist at Zhu Qizhen and said: "Seeing that Gongzi is so young, I didn't expect that he is still a great doctor, he is really young and promising!" Disrespectful! ”

"Lord Liang misunderstood, it was just by chance that he saw the ancient prescription, or Imperial Doctor Xiong knew pharmacology well and determined that the prescription could be used.

Thanks to Ambassador Yang's hard work and treatment in this Dashi Village, I admire them even more. ”

This is not that Zhu Qizhen is polite, no matter when, the profession of doctor will always be respected in China.

Even in the later generations of medical capitalization, there are still more than eighty percent of doctors who have paid for drugs for patients, and even if there is a dark side in the world, it will not block the light.

"Zhu Gongzi is humble and polite, he is really a model of a gentleman!

It's better to be busy during this time, and this mansion will take you around this Qiongzhou mansion, and it will not be in vain to come to the ends of the earth. "The more Liang Wen looks at Zhu Qizhen, the more pleasing it is.

"If you have nothing to do, you must bother."

Zhu Qizhen asked: "Looking at Little Brother Wang's complexion, he should have recovered, right?" ”

When I saw each other again today, my face was even better than yesterday.

Yang Hao pulled Brother Wang's wrist: "Yes, I recovered faster than I expected, and I can go home today." ”

As soon as these words came out, not only Wang Xiaodi, but also Fu Bo and other patients were also excited, and they all felt that they were not far from recovery.

This time, Yang Hao did not restrain his mood, and said with a smile: "Seven days at most, three days at least, everyone can return home to live, and there is no need to be afraid of malaria in the future!" ”

"With such an effect in a short period of time, Ge Tianshi is really a god!" Liang Zhifu sighed.

But he is a caring parent official, and he knows that this recipe is written by Ge Hong, a Taoist in the Eastern Jin Dynasty.

"Uncle Zhu, please do me a favor."

Yang Caiwei finally called Zhu Qizhen away in Xiong Zongli's gradually distorted expression, everything that should be known is known, and there is no need to stay.