When Zhou Yang heard the name Zhang Ji, he had not yet reacted.

It was not until he saw him placing Chinese herbal medicines while talking about how he used various diagnostic methods to distinguish various symptoms that he suddenly realized.

It turned out that Zhang Zhongjing, who was known as the three miracle doctors of Jian'an, together with Hua Tuo and Dong Feng.

According to Zhang Zhongjing's mention, a comprehensive analysis of the patient's physiological characteristics, seasonal solar terms, regional environment, living customs and other factors, the causes of the disease are studied, and then the appropriate treatment methods are determined.

It is precisely the basic principle of dialectical treatment and the soul of traditional Chinese medicine.

In addition, Zhang Zhongjing also made great contributions in dosage science, creating many dosage forms and recording a large number of effective prescriptions.

I believe that soon, the first masterpiece of China's history, "Treatise on Febrile Diseases", which established the dialectical treatment rules from theory to practice, will be published soon.

If you face a highly infectious bacteria like plague, Zhang Zhongjing, who is known by the world as the "saint of medicine and ancestor of prescriptions", will undoubtedly be more suitable than Hua Tuo.

Suddenly all the difficult problems became no longer problems.

"Why are you not infected with the plague?" Zhang Zhongjing stopped working and asked with a strange look on his face, "Do you also understand medical skills?"

"This..." Zhou Yang didn't know how to explain it, so he had to talk nonsense.

"It just so happens that you can help me grind the medicine." Zhang Zhongjing selected various herbs in strange shapes from the medicine basket. "This, and this one should be put together and then mixed with those, do you understand?"

"I understand!" Zhou Yang accepted happily.

Then he squatted aside with confidence and grind the medicine, thinking that this time Ma Yunlu and the soldiers were finally saved.

Zhou Yang carefully mixed various medicines and foams according to Zhang Zhongjing's instructions. At the same time, he thought of another question and asked casually: "By the way, Mr. Zhang just said that he could treat the patient, but he could not guarantee that the plague can be lifted. I don't understand what this means?"

Zhang Zhongjing said: "Patients can be treated one by one, but the real way to prevent the virus from continuing to expand is not to rely on drugs, but artificial."

Zhou Yang immediately understood and said, "Sir, please rest assured, Chang'an is currently prohibited from exile."

Zhang Zhongjing said again: "It is not enough to just ban it. Do you know the root cause of this plague?"

Zhou Yangqi said: "How can you know if you don't have an in-depth investigation?"

Zhang Zhongjing shook his head and said, "There is a saying in "Su Wen" that fever is all typhoid fever. If a person is injured by cold, it will cause fever. Those who die of plague are two in three parts, and typhoid fever is seven in ten."

Although Zhou Yang didn't understand what it meant, he probably knew that in addition to external fever, it also included severe infectious diseases. So he guessed: "Is the plague originally caused by external infection into it?"

Zhang Zhongjing said: "It seems that you are very talented in medicine! After this plague, I will definitely study the theory of typhoid fever with you. By the way, I wonder what you call it?"

After Zhou Yang reported his name, he asked again: "So, in addition to banning the outflow of viruses, what is the way to prevent the plague from expanding?"

Zhang Zhongjing said: "Since he is the prefect of Zhou, he still has some hope. In fact, the solution is very simple, but it is even more difficult to spread it."

Zhou Yang said: "I hope to hear the details."

Zhang Zhongjing quickly said modestly: "In fact, most diseases are caused by themselves. As long as you pay attention to your daily life and maintain clean living habits, it is the most effective way to prevent plague."

Zhou Yang suddenly said, "Listen to the teacher, I suddenly realized that after returning to Luoyang, I will ask the teacher to formulate a good set of living standards, so I will carry out the development from Luoyang."

Zhang Zhongjing accepted happily, and at the same time turned his gaze to the pot of medicine in Zhou Yang's hand and said, "Hurry up and get the rest. Let's find a serious patient to try it first. No medicine can be absolutely guaranteed to be effective. There is no 100% magic pill in the world. I can only try it continuously and verify it in the experiment."

Zhou Yang resolutely said: "I understand!"

The two of them stopped talking and focused on cooking medicine for the patient.

The witchcraft and the crowd were still praying for the dispersion of the disease.

However, those patients had long been lying on the ground and left to fate, as if the result was life or death, and it had nothing to do with it.

When Zhang Zhongjing prepared a bowl of soup and Zhou Yang wanted to help him fill other patients, he thought he would try a bowl first because he was not sure that he could cure the disease.

When the first patient took the decoction and did not improve until dusk, Zhou Yang also became anxious, but did not lose confidence in the Jian'an miracle doctor.

"Strange, it's really strange. The same plague disease has been cured in this way several times before, so why is it different this time?" Zhang Zhongjing muttered to himself, and looked at the patient carefully for a while before patting his forehead, "After the disease is transmitted between the disease, new and old diseases are intertwined, and new diseases are produced?"

"It's so serious?" Zhou Yang couldn't help asking.

Zhang Zhongjing did not answer him, but helped the patient up, observing him behind him, under his ribs, behind his ears, and mouth and nose. Then he used the same method to view other patients, and then said: "The former has sweat and a floating and slow pulse. It is a syndrome of Guizhi Decoction in Feng in Taiyang disease, and these patients have no sweat and tight pulses. It is obviously Mahuang Decoction syndrome or Daqinglong Decoction syndrome for Taiyang disease typhoid fever."

Zhou Yang did not understand any of these professional medical terms, so he did not dare to disturb him.

Zhang Zhongjing repeatedly tried various prescriptions, and after analysis, he verified and analyzed. Finally, he prepared a new prescription and fed the patient himself.

It was dark at this moment, and Zhou Yang had already raised a fire around for lighting.

At the same time, my heart was filled with sighs. It turned out that the so-called miracle doctor was just an ordinary person and had to come up with results through constant failure.

In the end, Zhang Zhongjing was able to become a miracle doctor who was never forgotten by future generations, in addition to his huge role in the development of medical science in later generations, the most important thing was his kindness and kindness as a master of medicine.

If there are so many hospitals like the postmodern ones, and unscrupulous doctors who want money but don’t live.

The era when Zhou Yang lived can only be summarized in one sentence: "I can't get sick."

"That's right." Zhang Zhongjing shouted, and he grew up, pointing at the other soldiers and said happily, "Come and help these patients get decoctions."

"Received!" Zhou Yang ran over to help.

The two of them were busy until dawn and continued to give medicine to the others without any fatigue.

However, it is not necessary to say that Zhou Yang has amazing endurance, but Zhang Zhongjing is just an ordinary person and still insists on helping people take medicine one by one.

Zhou Yang advised him to rest, but he seemed to have thought of something again. He handed the medicine in his hand to Zhou Yang, and then ran directly to the other group of people, telling them that this time they could ensure that the medicine would be eliminated.

But those people looked at Zhou Yang's soldiers still lying weakly on the ground, and ignored the miraculous doctor.

Zhang Zhongjing did not feel annoyed about this, but instead accused the wizard more fiercely, saying that he was plagued by ghosts and monsters, and there was no saying of ghosts and gods in the world.

The result is obviously that there is no change, and the foolish people are still foolish people.

"Forget it, please pay more attention to these soldiers!" Zhou Yang was not as compassionate as him, "Why haven't they woke up yet?"

"Premier Zhou please don't think so. Whether it is generals, merchants, farmers, soldiers or people, they are all living people," Zhang Zhongjing might have felt his tone was a little heavier, paused, and said, "The reactions of these soldiers are correct. The rest is just to continue to feed them the medicine and rest for a few more days."

"It's better..." In fact, Zhou Yang admired his thoughts very much. He had already made up his mind to take him as our military doctor, because only he could provide him with a truly good medical research environment. "How about it, let's think of a way to drive away this annoying wizard and let those patients who are unwilling to treat the disease take the teacher's decoction?"

"Previous Shou said this seriously?" Zhang Zhongjing said with hope.

"good!"

After saying that, Zhou Yang stood up and strode towards the wizard crowd.

When the other party saw his light helmet and spear dress, he looked quite a bit of an official position, so he didn't dare to act rashly, so he quickly bowed and said, "If the official has any demand, the little god can subdue demons and exorcises the officials and soldiers for free."

Zhou Yang smiled in his heart, thinking of you, a little charlatan, is definitely incomparable to Zhang Jiao, Zhang Niujiao and others, but on the surface, he still didn't expose it directly, but smiled and said, "I dare to ask the great god's name."

The wizard was wearing a mask, but the snickering voice was obvious, saying, "The upper part is harsh and the lower part is rude."

Zhou Yang was chanting the strange name "Hao Zhu". I believe that those who are wizards have to give themselves a difficult name! So he didn't find it strange and said, "Then I want to ask God Hao to do a favor."

The wizard, who claimed to be the name of Hao Zhu, immediately rolled up his sleeves, accepted it happily, and said to the other patients: "The general and the soldiers protect their families and the country. I have to help them dispel the disease first, and then come back to help everyone."

Before others could complain, Zhou Yang said, "I don't mean that."

Hao Zhuqi said: "What kind of help do the official want me to help?"

Zhou Yang gave him a gesture of "come over". The other party thought there was any benefit to get it, so he ran over obediently. Zhou Yang then approached his ear and whispered: "I don't want to block your way of wealth. As long as you let these people listen to the doctor's words, drink the medicine, and come back to Luoyang to withdraw money."

Hao Zhu said in surprise: "I won't do it by handing them over to this doctor. Besides, why should I trust you? Where can I find someone to withdraw money in Luoyang?"

Zhou Yang smiled and said, "Next Zhou Yang."
Chapter completed!