Fan Zheng smiled bitterly and did not explain: "Fan's first party is, the foreign side: prevention is greater than cure." ”

"Prevention is better than cure?" Su Song's eyes lit up, he was a healer, so he naturally understood the meaning of these words.

Fan Zhenglang said: "Since we have determined the nature and source of the source of the disease, we can control or kill the source of the disease at the source, for example, now that summer is coming, mosquitoes and flies breed, if Lord Su sends someone to clean Kaifeng City inside and outside, remove filth, and kill mosquitoes and flies, it will definitely greatly reduce the outbreak of disease, this is a foreign party." ”

Su Song shook his head and said with a wry smile: "It's useless, even if you clean the windows of Kaifeng City, don't you let the cattle and horses move around, millions of people don't have to live, at most one day, the entire Kaifeng City will still be filthy."

"Then clean it every day, wouldn't it be able to control the source of the disease." Fan Zhenglang said.

Su Song frowned and said: "Clean every day, do you know how much Kaifeng City occupies and how much manpower, material and financial resources are needed to clean every day." ”

Fan Zheng laughed and said: "That's a coincidence, Fan still has a dose of internal prescription, in Kaifeng City, there is a group of people, their families are poor, they have no livelihood, they can hire them to clean Kaifeng City with only a small amount of money and food, and they themselves are also one of the sources of disease, they get money and food to cure the disease on their bodies, and no longer infect others, wouldn't they all be happy." ”

Su Song Huoran stared at Fan Zheng, and immediately understood that Fan Zheng's purpose was the group of poor patients who were unconditionally treated by the Chinese Medicine Hospital.

"You seem to have settled on your official today, first alarmistly threatened the official with Kaifeng City, and then threw out the plan of the poor patient to clean up the Kaifeng City." Su Song snorted coldly, and the coercion that had been in a high position for a long time suddenly came to his face.

Kaifeng Lieutenant Fan Zhengping suddenly breathless, he has been dealing with Su Song all the year round, and naturally knows how powerful Su Song, the prefect of Kaifeng, is.

However, Fan Zheng didn't seem to feel Su Song's coercion, and his face remained unchanged: "Because Master Su is like Fan, he is a doctor, a doctor will not sit idly by and watch a poor patient die on the street and not be saved, and an official who cultivates both medicine and literature will not sit back and watch his people and the city die of illness." ”

Su Song was instantly touched, he has always been an official, and today for the first time, someone regarded him as a healer.

At the moment, he could no longer raise the slightest reproach, because no matter what Fan Zheng's calculations, his intentions were good.

"Medicine and medicine do not die, birth, old age, sickness and death are heaven and earth, everyone will die, including the old man, according to my opinion, those poor patients get most of the incurable diseases." Su Song incarnated as a healer, and life and death were downplayed.

Fan Zheng argued: "Medicine doctors don't die, isn't it a doctor's self-evasion rhetoric, once the wound was infected, but countless doctors were helpless, and now they can be cured by wiping a little alcohol." In the past, the divine doctor Hua Tuo could disembowel, scrape the bones and cure the poison to treat the lives of the people, but now it has been lost for a long time. ”

"The official is weak, there are many poor people in Kaifeng City, even if the Kaifeng Mansion spends all the money, I'm afraid it will not be enough." Su Song's words changed, and he turned into a cold bureaucrat.

Fan Zheng replied: "The doctor hangs the pot to help the world, since the money and food of Kaifeng Mansion is not enough, you can levy a cleaning fee from Kaifeng City, this batch of money is used to clean Kaifeng City, make the streets clean and tidy, avoid diseases and mosquitoes, take it from the people, use it for the people, and let a group of poor people work hard and get a livelihood, which is fair and in line with the medical Tao." ”

Su Song frowned and said: "The cleaning fee levied on Kaifeng City must not be too much, otherwise the people's grievances will be monstrous and it will become a bad disease." ”

Fan Zhenglang said: "The cleaning fee for the poor patients should not be too high, it must be far lower than the labor price in Kaifeng City, otherwise there will be strong laborers, and the poor people will lose their livelihoods again." ”

The two glanced at each other, and immediately sympathized with each other, one old and one young, as if they had met a confidant.

"If that were the case, the cleaning fees might fill their stomachs, but most of the poor patients were seriously ill and needed a lot of medicine, and they simply couldn't afford to pay for it." Su Song took the school road.

"It is registered by Kaifeng Prefecture, but all patients who are really destitute are only charged half the price of medicine." Fan Zheng said without hesitation.

"After all, those poor patients are sick and too old to clean the streets all the time, if they lose their livelihood one day?" Su Song asked again.

"When this happens, it is the duty of the TCM hospital to treat these destitute people free of charge." Fan Zheng solemnly promised.

Su Song's expression when he looked at Fan Zheng could no longer hide his appreciation, and now Fan Zheng made him admire, worthy of being the evil doctor Fan Zheng who dared to be the first in the world and dared to become a forensic doctor.

"Okay, this official will play the imperial court to allow the collection of cleaning fees, and allocate a sum of money from it, and then allocate a sum of money and grain from Kaifeng Mansion to treat the extremely poor, maybe not much, but it is already the limit of this official." Su Song said.

As the prefect of Kaifeng, he naturally has more than enough to treat countless poor patients, but it is also possible to allocate a certain amount of money and food.

It was only at this moment that Fan Zhengping took a heavy breath, just now Su Song and Fan Zheng were arguing, which made him almost hang his heart in his throat, and now seeing Fan Zheng actually persuade Su Song, who was recognized as the most old-fashioned in the court, was simply an eye-opener for him.

"Thank you, Lord Su, for your help!" Fan Zheng said solemnly.

"It should be the official who thanks Fan Langzhong, these poor people are the people under the rule of the official, and it should be the responsibility of the official, but now it is all on Fan Langzhong." Su Song said with emotion.

"It is the duty of doctors to help the world, and only by treating more patients with complex conditions can the medical skills of the Chinese medicine hospital be further improved." Fan Zheng said sincerely.

"There are successors to the doctor!" Su Song said with emotion.

"Master Su has won the prize! Fan was ashamed. ”

At that moment, Fan Zheng humbly said goodbye to Su Song.

Just as Fan Zheng was about to go out, Su Song's voice suddenly sounded again: "Fan Zheng, if this official cherishes feathers and refuses to levy a cleaning fee, what should you do?" ”

Fan Zhengping's heart suddenly, if the prefect did not agree to Fan Zheng's medical city policy, the hospital of traditional Chinese medicine had only two ways to go, one was to continue to treat penniless patients until the hospital was completely dragged down, and the other was to protect the hospital of traditional Chinese medicine and refuse to accept penniless patients, but it violated Fan Zheng's oath of great medical sincerity.

Fan Zheng's figure was stunned, and he didn't look back: "I will continue to implement the policy of the medical city, so that the poor patients who come to the clinic can pay for medicine with work, so that they can take care of both the doctor and the medical city." ”

"That Chinese medicine hospital won't last long, without the Chinese medicine hospital, everything you did today will be in vain." Su Song was puzzled.

"Master Su underestimated the Chinese medicine hospital, not to mention that the Chinese medicine hospital is already the first medical hall in Kaifeng City, which is very profitable, as well as the alcohol business, as well as the Chinese patent medicine plan, and even the Chinese medicine hospital can also set up a Yizhuang, calling on caring people to donate money and materials for poor patients,..................。" Fan Zheng trayed out his plan, which immediately made Su Song's eyes light up, in this way, it can indeed support the Chinese medicine hospital for a long time.

"Maybe Fan is still not enough to bear such a heavy responsibility after doing all this." Fan Zheng paused, and then said in an impassioned voice:

"The big husband acts, but ask for a clear conscience, don't ask about the future."

Watching Fan Zheng's figure disappear outside Kaifeng Mansion, Su Song couldn't help but think of the familiar figure in his memory, it was the second year of Qingli, he had just entered the Shi and the first, and saw Fan Wenzheng, who shouted that he was not a good look, but a good doctor, and couldn't help but fall for his demeanor and embarked on the road of double cultivation in medicine and literature.

And now that decades have passed, the original Jinshi who had just passed the rank has grown into an old minister, and he encountered a familiar figure again, and he couldn't help but boil again.

At the moment, Su Song put pen to paper, ready to write a recital, explaining in detail the strategy of Fan Zheng Medical City, in order to implement it in Kaifeng City, if it is effective, it can be promoted to all cities in the world.