The Jin army besieged the city, and the Song emperor’s daughter died

Chapter 119 Going to the sea!Go to sea!Go to sea!

"Guan family, it's not good, it's not good!"

The German shepherd, who had just been hit by a big dick and was looking confused, heard hurried footsteps on the mountain trail behind him. He turned around in a circle, let out a low roar, and stared at the mountain trail with bared teeth, ready to pounce.

I can finally unleash my evil fire!
Seeing a chamberlain in yellow shirt just turning out, he rushed towards him with a "woof" sound.

The two front paws were lifted up and placed on the chambermaid's shoulders, and the sharp teeth in his mouth were bared like this. The chamberlain was so frightened that he didn't even dare to say: "Little... little... little baby."

"Prince, step back!"

Zhao Fujin chuckled lightly, and De Mu's face suddenly changed. He stuck out his tongue and licked the face of the chamberlain, turned around and ran back to Zhao Fujin, stood aside, stuck out his tongue and gasped.

The chamberlain wiped his face and said with an embarrassed smile: "His Royal Highness, your tone... is a bit loud."

Zhao Fujin raised his eyebrows: "What are you yelling about?"

Only then did the chamberlain say: "The imperial hospital came to report that he, the imperial minister, suddenly developed a serious illness."

When Zhao Fujin heard this, his brows furrowed and he asked curiously: "Back ulcer?"

The chamberlain was stunned: "Do the officials know? Oh, this disease is very dangerous..."

Zhao Fujin stood up and pointed to the scattered papers on the stone table: "I'll go take a look at him. You can take these papers back to the imperial study."

The chamberlain stepped forward and quickly arranged the papers on the stone table, and was about to take the bamboo basket on the side. The German Shepherd, who had been quiet just now, suddenly showed his fierce look and bit into the bamboo basket. He growled deeply and refused to let go.

Zhao Fujin saw this and smiled helplessly: "This basket belongs to the prince, give it to him."

Seeing the prince holding a bamboo basket in his mouth and wagging his tail as he followed Zhao Fujin down Genyue, the chamberlain smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Does the Song Dynasty have a state heir?"

Arriving in front of Zongze's mansion, Zhao Fujin threw a piece of bacon to the prince: "Wait for mother here, don't run around!"

The prince obediently lay down on the ground, raised his head and barked, which was regarded as agreement.

Zhao Fujin muttered in his heart: "No wonder the prince just screamed three times... and got slapped in the face. Oh, what a sin!"

At Zongze's house, the doctors from the imperial hospital rushed out of the bedroom and blocked Zhao Fujin from the door when they saw the official family coming: "The official family is not allowed to enter. Minister Zong is suffering from a serious disease, and I'm afraid it will be contagious."

Zhao Fujin frowned and asked, "Is it back gangrene?"

The imperial doctor's head was nodding like a rattle: "It's back gangrene, it hasn't spread yet, but it may spread..."

Zhao Fujin waved his hand: "It's okay, get out of the way!"

The two imperial doctors looked at each other and did not dare to stop him. They had to hand over a piece of cloth to cover their faces: "Officials should be more careful when bringing this thing."

Although Zhao Fujin didn't understand medicine, he also knew about back gangrene, which was later known as acute suppurative cellulitis. It was just a kind of inflammation and not contagious at all, so naturally he refused to wear this ugly and dirty face covering.

When he saw Zongze, he was lying on the couch. He looked extremely weak: "In the official family, I have a sudden illness. I'm afraid... I'm afraid..."

Zhao Fujin sat sideways on the side of the couch, looked at the abscess on Zongze's back, and comforted him: "It's not a serious illness, Minister Zong, don't worry."

Zongze smiled bitterly: "The officials should not be relieved. I already know that I have gangrene on my back."

Suppurative cellulitis is indeed not a serious disease in later generations. You can remove the pus and debridement, reduce inflammation and relieve pain, and then give it a shot of antibiotics. After a night's sleep, you can go to work the next day.

But in the Song Dynasty, it was really fatal. Once the abscess was clear and the inflammation did not go away, it would cause systemic symptoms, and finally toxic shock, and the person would die.

"Has the official read my letter?"

Zhao Fujin nodded: "Very good. When Mr. Zong recovers from his illness, I will hand over the capital navy to Mr. Zong and use it as the foundation to build an ocean-going navy that can go to sea..."

"Navy?" Zongze struggled twice and tilted his head with great effort: "The officials really looked at the minister's letter?" Zongze's letter clearly said that war promotes business. This war refers to Where can the wars with Jin, Xixia, or even Dali and Jiaozhi take place?

Seeing that he was sick and weak, Zhao Fujin didn't want to tell him in detail, but Zongze seemed to be afraid that he would die soon, so he insisted on asking for details.

Helpless, Zhao Fujin had to briefly explain Qin Hui's performance to Zongze.

After all, Zongze was not a pure military general. He had served as a civilian official for most of his life and had also been in charge of some places. What Zhao Fujin said was not difficult for him to understand.

After thinking about it for a moment, his face was overjoyed, and before he even showed his face, he grinned in pain: "Very good, very good, if this is true, the trade route will be greatly opened... I am the Song Dynasty... I am the Song Dynasty... cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough ...I am willing to escort you."

Before Zhao Fujin could say anything, the pain on his back made Zongze wake up again: "But I...I'm afraid I won't be able to wait for that day. I recommend someone to the official family. This person...ahem."

Zongze coughed violently, accompanied by high fever all over his body, and was already too weak to speak any more.

Seeing this, Zhao Fujin clapped his hand: "We will discuss this matter after Minister Zong recovers. We still need to take good care of ourselves now. Minister Zong, please relax. We have famous doctors gathered in Kaifeng Mansion, so everything will be fine."

When Zhao Fujin walked out of the bedroom, he heard Zongze, who was already in a coma due to high fever, murmuring: "Go to the sea... Go to the sea... Go to the sea..."

This was originally a serious and sad situation, but after hearing these three "go to the sea", Zhao Fujin couldn't help but smile, and his pretty face turned red.

Zhao Fujin made excuses for himself: "Zongze is not talking about crossing the river. What is there to be sad about? Going to the sea is no more formal than crossing the river."

Outside the bedroom, seeing several imperial doctors gathering together to discuss how to rescue, Zhao Fujin cleared his throat: "Is there any way?"

An old doctor came forward and said: "Mash three ounces of licorice, add nine ounces of barley flour, and grind them into fine pieces. Add a little good vinegar and a little boiled water, make a pancake, and apply it to the ulcer with heat. But I dare not say what the effect is. .”

Even if Zhao Fujin didn't have much medical knowledge, he still knew that back gangrene was caused by bacterial infection. It was a fool's errand to kill the bacteria just by applying it externally.

If you are young and strong, you can still rely on your immune system to fight it off.

But Zongze is old.

He is nearly [-] years old, and although he is in good spirits, his immune system cannot remain as strong as ever.

"What about incision and debridement, plus medication?"

The old doctor was stunned for a moment, and just as he was about to say something else, a young doctor behind him suddenly stepped forward: "Does the official think this method is feasible?"

The old doctor's face darkened: "Stop talking nonsense!"

Seeing that Zhao Fujin also believed that his medical method was feasible, the young imperial doctor also argued: "Secretary Zong's back ulcer has festered. If we don't cut the flesh and debridement, we can't cure it by external application of medicine cakes alone."

The old doctor stamped his feet and said, "It's unbearable to cut the flesh and debridement. Not everyone is like Mr. Guan."

The young imperial doctor sighed: "This is not difficult, I'm just worried..."

"Disinfection issue?" Zhao Fujin asked.

The young imperial doctor was startled: "Disinfection? No, no, no. Cutting meat and debridement won't be poisonous. I'm afraid of being exposed to evil things..."

Zhao Fujin understood the evil things that the young imperial doctor called external evils, which are all disease-causing factors in traditional Chinese medicine. Of course, he was talking about surgical infection here.

Although needles, threads, lancets, tweezers, scissors, and chisels were already available in the Northern Song Dynasty, and even in the education reform carried out by Emperor Daojun, medicine was listed as an independent subject in Taiyuan College, and there was also a theoretical basis for surgery. However, how to avoid surgical infection? , still no solution.

Zhao Fujin frowned for a long time: "If I can get you something to exorcise evil spirits, are you sure?"

When the young imperial doctor heard this, he confidently said: "Ninety percent!"

(End of this chapter)