With the help of Li Gongfeng, Zhao Yang spent some time reading the epidemic prevention regulations compiled by the Imperial Pharmacy Academy, and basically understood the level of epidemic prevention in the Song Dynasty.
The most critical thing in epidemic prevention is to control the spread and prevent its continued spread. At this point, the epidemic prevention regulations issued by the Royal Pharmacy Hospital were somewhat unexpected by Zhao Yang. The regulations clearly pointed out clean water sources, killing pests and mice, patient isolation and cleaning. Waste, including vomitus and excrement from patients.
The regulations even mention the use of herbal fumigation to disinfect the residences of isolated patients.
Could it be that in the Song Dynasty, some people had realized that the disease could spread through the air and droplets?
Zhao Yang tentatively asked Li Gongfeng: "Why smoke with herbs?"
Li Gongfeng replied: "People who have been sick for a long time will breed the disease, so they should be dispelled by incense."
Through his explanation, Zhao Yang suddenly realized: To be precise, the Song people had not yet confirmed that the epidemic could be spread through the air or droplets, but they had already discovered that patients infected with the plague would emit an unpleasant smell, especially when breathing. , they believed that this was the "epidemic qi", or malaria, that caused people to get sick, so they used herbal fumigation to dispel it.
This can be regarded as making a correct judgment without knowing the principle, which is really rare.
"Then what's the meaning of this 'tea soup method'?" Zhao Yang asked again.
As far as he knew, tea did have detoxification properties, but it would not be regarded as a panacea by the Royal Medicine Institute. After all, based on what he had learned so far, the Imperial Medicine Institute was still very good.
Li Gongfeng glanced at Zhao Yang doubtfully and said hesitantly: "The so-called tea soup method to treat the epidemic is to ask the affected people to drink tea to suppress the epidemic qi in the body..."
"Does it work?"
"This..." Li Gongfeng shook his head and said, "To be honest with you, young man, the effect is not as good as expected."
"expected?"
"Yes." Li Gongfeng nodded and explained: "Whether it is the Royal Pharmacy Hospital or the Imperial Medical College, we all have records of epidemic cases reported from various places. After combing through them, we found that no matter where they are, tea drinkers often The epidemic is very rare, and those with mild symptoms can even recover without medication; the opposite is true."
Zhao Yang thought about it carefully, and then asked with a strange expression: "Is it possible that it's not just about the tea, but that the key is that the rich drink mostly boiled water, while the poor drink mostly raw water?"
"Huh?" Li Gongfeng was stunned for a moment, then his expression changed slightly and he said, "The young man said this..."
He thought carefully for a moment and exclaimed: "Xiao Langjun means that the disease is invisible and colorless and can seep into water?"
"Well."
Zhao Yang responded vaguely, not wanting to spend more energy explaining, pointing to the item "Placement of the Dead" and asked: "Bodies that died of the plague are all cremated and buried in the ground."
Li Gongfeng wanted to discuss the matter of "epidemic gas seeping into the water" again, but seeing that Zhao Yangyue didn't mention it, he couldn't ask further questions. He said truthfully: "The body of the deceased should be notified to the family members and placed by them; but if If no one claims it, the government will place them together..."
"Burial after cremation? Won't it cause public resentment? As far as I know, hasn't burial in coffins been popular since ancient times?" Zhao Yang asked curiously.
"This..." Li Chongfeng seemed a little embarrassed and hesitantly said: "There are many Buddhist believers among the people. Buddhism advocates that the Dharma is invisible and is not limited to the physical appearance, so it can be cremated."
"Seriously?" Zhao Yang asked casually without raising his eyes.
"Uh..." Li Gongfeng hesitated for a long time and whispered: "I dare not hide it from the young man. It is true that most poor people do not have money to buy land to bury their relatives, so..."
"..."
Zhao Yang glanced at Li Gongfeng, shook his head and said, "This is really ironic."
Li Gongfeng laughed dryly and did not dare to continue.
Immediately, Zhao Yang browsed through the anti-epidemic medicines of the Imperial Pharmacy. Some of the medicines were quite familiar to him, while others were unfamiliar to him.
He didn't dare to put forward any opinions on this matter. After all, the Imperial Medical College and the Imperial Medical College were the experts in this area.
What surprised him was that he saw several valuable medicinal materials among these anti-epidemic medicinal materials, such as rhinoceros horn, also known as rhinoceros horn.
He pointed to the word rhino horn and asked, "Isn't this rhino horn...an expensive medicine?"
"Yes." Li Gongfeng nodded slightly and explained: "Rhinoceros horn is a royal medicine. However, the officials are kind-hearted and know that rhino horn can cure epidemic diseases, so they have people crush it into medicine and send it to the epidemic area."
Zhao Yang nodded slightly, with some emotion in his heart: Song Renzong was indeed a benevolent king worthy of the name.
After sighing, he stood up and thanked Li Chongfeng: "Thank you, Li Chongfeng, for helping me clear up my doubts. When I write the letter and submit it to the officials, I will not forget Li Chongfeng's contribution."
"How dare you? How dare you." Li Gongfeng was overjoyed and thanked him repeatedly.
After Li Gongfeng said goodbye and left, Zhao Yang began to write epidemic prevention regulations.
He could copy at least half of the anti-epidemic regulations compiled by the Royal Pharmacy Institute, and he only needed to supplement them.
This is not to imitate a cat or a tiger, on the contrary, he added the key points.
For example, Zhao Yang first clarified the principle of plague. Since the Song Dynasty people did not know the existence of "germs", he simply explained them as "invisible pests" - bugs that the Song Dynasty people must have seen.
Secondly, he also referred to the transmission classification of epidemic prevention in later generations and clearly classified the transmission methods of plague into food-borne, pest- and rat-borne, contact-borne, droplet-borne and air-borne.
The spread of food can be easily explained, that is, drinking water and food. In this regard, Zhao Yang clearly put forward the concept of "non-toxic after a hundred boils": First, it is stipulated that drinking water and food must be boiled, and it must be boiled for more than half an hour. , that is, fifteen minutes in future generations, in order to kill the "pesticide"; secondly, food and medical items should not be exposed to unclean conditions for a long time to prevent secondary contamination.
It is not difficult to explain the spread of insects and rats. It is pointed out that the bites of insects and rats can also spread the plague, and it is enough to remind the affected areas to do a good job of deworming and eradicating rats. This is already known to the people of the Song Dynasty.
The third is contact transmission, including contact with the patient's skin, clothing and personal belongings.
Since there are no medical uniforms and gloves, Zhao Yang can only emphasize frequent hand washing with soap locust, and the clothes taken off by patients and doctors must be disinfected with boiling water, etc.
This includes droplet transmission as well.
According to Li Gongfeng, in view of the "confirmation" of the "epidemic", the doctors sent to the epidemic areas have already been prepared in this regard, especially the experienced doctors. They will remind their younger colleagues to use herbal smoke. Cover your mouth and nose with a cloth before going to see the patient, which acts as a mask in disguise.
Moreover, doctors carry sachets filled with medicinal materials. Once they reach a narrow room with a strong "epidemic atmosphere", they will hold the sachet against their mouth and nose to breathe, which can be regarded as a mistake.
But this is not enough. Zhao Yang at least wants them to know that the plague can spread through droplets.
The same is true for airborne transmission.
The literal explanation of the "principle" and transmission method of the plague alone contained more than 2,000 words. Zhao Yang only wrote the first 500 words when he felt his wrist was sore. When Wang Zhongzheng saw this, he volunteered to write on Zhao Yang's behalf. Zhao Yang dictated and he took notes.
"Zhongzheng, have you... practiced this word?"
Seeing Wang Zhongzheng write two lines, Zhao Yang couldn't help but look a little embarrassed.
"Yes, there are people in the palace who specialize in teaching, and those in lower-level positions should follow suit..."
Wang Zhongzheng said modestly.
Zhao Yang glanced at the other ten imperial equipment: "Are you... all of them?"
"Yes." Everyone nodded.
Zhao Yang pursed his lips and made a strange expression.
Good guy, he is actually the ugliest handwriting person here... As expected of the Song Dynasty, even the eunuchs can write well.
Although it was a bit embarrassing, Zhao Yang felt much more relaxed with Wang Zhongzheng and others ghostwriting. He pulled up a stool and sat at the table, dictating while watching Wang Zhongzheng record it word for word.
There are more than two thousand words, not only Zhao Yang's mouth went dry when he spoke, but Wang Zhongzheng who wrote it made him exhale and cheer up.
What's even worse is that this is still a first draft and needs to be edited.
This made Zhao Yang admire those officials who often wrote thousands of words in notes, such as Fan Zhongyan, whose "Ten Matters in Reply to the Imperial Edict" was nearly 8,000 words, which was really impressive.
Fortunately, there are many people here who can write. If Wang Zhongzheng can't hold on anymore, he will find another one.
No, after writing the first draft, Wang Zhongzheng couldn't hold on anymore, and the font gradually deformed, so Wang Ming volunteered to take over and copied the deleted first draft again.
Just when Zhao Yang was reading the second draft, a eunuch suddenly leaned outside the palace to greet him: "Mr. Zhao Xiaolang?"
Zhao Yang turned around and saw that this eunuch was very unfamiliar, so he asked doubtfully: "Is something wrong?"
The eunuch bowed slightly, walked into the palace, bowed to Zhao Yang and said with a smile: "I met the young man yesterday, but the young man may not remember."
Wang Zhongzheng walked to Zhao Yang and whispered in his ear: "This person is Huang Zhao, who is an official in Dongtou of the inner province and also works in Ninghua Palace. The young man met him in Funing Palace last night, with Concubine Zhang. Went together."
"oh."
Zhao Yang suddenly realized it, raised his hands and said to Huang Zhao: "It turns out to be Huang Zhongguan."
"Don't dare, don't dare." Huang Zhao said he didn't dare and nodded to Wang Zhongzheng.
They are both Neidongtou enshrinement officers who have entered the Ministry of Internal Affairs, and they have the same rank. However, because he is also on a mission to engage in Ninghua Palace, his status is higher than that of Wang Zhongzheng.
Of course, given that Wang Zhongzheng was first summoned by the officials to serve as his assistant due to his contribution in the Qingli Palace incident, and now he was sent to Zhao Yang's side, Huang Zhao naturally wanted to get closer to him.
"What's wrong with Zhongguan Huang?"
"It's like this. The noble concubine has sent two boxes of snacks, one for the official family and one for the young man..." Huang Zhao said and called a young and beautiful palace maid into the palace. The reporter held a purple lacquer food box in his hand. He placed it on the table and bowed to Zhao Yang before returning behind Huang Zhao.
The royal concubine?
That beauty Zhang?
Zhao Yang had a strange expression and hesitantly said to Huang Zhao: "Please thank the imperial concubine for me."
Huang Zhao bowed his hands in agreement, turned around and left with the palace maid.
Looking at the two people's leaving figures, Zhao Yang was thoughtful.
From the side, Wang Ming and others opened the food box curiously, and saw a plate of dried dates and a plate of preserved fruits inside the box.
"Young Master, how about..." Wang Zhongzheng glanced at the food box and hesitated.
Zhao Yang pinched the dried dates with a strange expression, and his mind flashed through some clever poisoning scenes in later dramas.
But when he thought about Concubine Zhang who was said to be relying on the favor of the officials to covet the position of queen, often competed with Empress Cao, and continued to show off her status in illegal ways, he did not hesitate to throw away the date stem. In the entrance.
"Well, it's quite sweet."
