After Fang Keying left, Zhang San continued to look through the medical books he got from Sun Simiao, hoping to find a treatment plan suitable for the current medical conditions.
At this time, we can only focus on prevention, supplemented by treatment, reduce the chain of transmission, control the number of infections, and then concentrate on treating and recovering patients who are already sick.
Sun Simiao has been there for four or five days, and has visited five or six villages. Later, he divided the labor and cooperated with the imperial doctors who rushed there. Each person was responsible for a certain number of villages, and the infected patients there were placed together to avoid traveling back and forth.
save time.
At the same time, this can also curb the spread to a certain extent.
Sun Simiao and Liu An also shared their experiences in diagnosis and treatment of patients with local doctors and imperial physicians.
All parties are now actively working to find the best treatment plan.
Fortunately, there have been no deaths in the past two days, which makes everyone feel a little more at ease.
Zhang San picked up a shabby medical book. The cover of the book was gone, and he didn’t know who wrote it or what its name was.
Zhang San flipped through a few pages at random, and suddenly saw a person recorded on it, a relatively famous medical doctor in history named Ge Hong.
Ge Hong was a figure in the Eastern Jin Dynasty. He was proficient in alchemy and was in the same category as Sun Simiao. They were both Taoists and proficient in medical skills.
At that time, people called him Little Immortal, and he successfully cured malaria with purple bamboo salt.
The so-called purple bamboo salt is to put the sea salt in the bamboo, then calcine it with pine trees for three or four hours, and finally use rosin to increase the temperature. What you get is purple bamboo salt.
When Zhang San saw this, his eyes lit up instantly, "I finally found a method that I can try."
From the preparation method of purple bamboo salt, we can see how harsh the formation of this salt is. No wonder it has not been passed down.
Let alone ordinary people, even wealthy gentry and wealthy businessmen may not be able to afford this kind of salt.
However, this may seem difficult to others, but it is easy for Zhang San.
Because the purple bamboo salt needs to be made of high-quality sea salt, it is actually because most of the salt circulating on the market today is green salt, which contains impurities, but Zhang San knows how to purify the refined salt.
It just requires bamboo, pine and rosin, especially rosin, which is a bit difficult at this time.
But Zhang San finally found a method and had to try it.
So Zhang San called Zhang Fu and asked him to find Zhang Fugui to arrange for people to cut bamboos, pine trees, collect rosin, etc.
At the same time, Zhang San also took out the refined salt at home. Since the last time he and Li Tai worked on the mineral salt purification, Zhang San has never eaten green salt again.
Although green salt is a rare and high-quality product for the common people, Zhang San always feels that the salt has a green and astringent taste.
Zhang San carried half a jar of refined salt and went to the brewery, where there was a ready-made high-temperature furnace for use.
Zhang Fugui also moved very quickly. It was close to the Qinling Mountains, so it was very convenient to cut down some bamboo and pine trees.
The rosin is a bit more difficult to obtain, but the escort has already gone into the mountains to look for it. At the same time, Zhang Fugui also went to Chang'an to buy it, and they worked separately to avoid reducing the efficacy of the medicine due to the lack of rosin.
"Ermao, you continue to boil your peppermint oil. I will use this stove to burn the purple bamboo salt. Remember to control the amount when blending." When Zhang San came to the brewery, Zhang Ermao was instructing the workers to boil the peppermint oil.
The pot next to it is already half full.
It has a pungent smell, but it is very refreshing.
"Okay Sir, do you need my help there?" Zhang Ermao asked.
"No, I still need a while, just feel free to go about your business." Zhang San replied.
"Sir, can it be cut into such a long bamboo tube?" Erwazi asked.
"Okay, I'll try it first to avoid wasting it. Have you found the rosin?" Zhang San asked.
"The captain is taking people into the mountains to look for them. We have already found some. They will probably be sent back soon," Erwazi replied.
"That's good, you chop those pine trees into firewood, and we'll burn them first." Zhang San ordered.
Not long after, Zhang Fugui also collected a lot of rosin and sent it over. This was a slow job. It took four hours to burn it with pine trees first. It was almost evening, so I guess it would have to wait until midnight to finish it.
Dinner was brought by Xiaoyu. Xiaoyu stayed here with Zhang San for a while and waited for Zhang San to finish eating before packing up and going back.
Today, Zhang San has to personally guard here. He finally found a way, but he can't give up halfway.
"Sir, why don't I stay here while you go back to rest?" Erwazi said, looking at Zhang San's tired face.
"No need, after I successfully bake a batch, I will leave the rest to you." Zhang San said with a yawn.
That's good about being in a brewery, even without a mosquito net, there are no mosquito bites outside.
Zhang San stared at the fire in the stove in a daze. When he was an intern in the emergency department in his previous life, he stayed up all night long, running around and studying behind his master every day.
After finally making it to the end of the internship period, I was just short of the final assessment, but I ended up here unexpectedly.
In just two or three years here, Zhang San went from a commoner to a prince of the Tang Dynasty. He also started his own family and married two wives. This was something Zhang San never dreamed of in his previous life.
Passed.
During the time before getting married, I always thought that I would wake up one day and return to reality, and that all this time traveling to the Tang Dynasty was just a dream.
It's a pity that every time I wake up, I am still in the feudal society of the Tang Dynasty.
Now when I go to bed every night, I am afraid that I will wake up and return to reality, because although I was prosperous in my previous life, I was lonely at that time, but here I have a family, relatives, and unborn children.
's children.
When I was a child, I longed most for a family, and now I finally get my wish.
Therefore, Zhang San now likes Datang very much and everything here.
"Sir, sir, be careful!"
Just when Zhang San was lost in thought, he suddenly heard Erwazi calling him.
It turned out that I was lost in thought, my eyelids were heavy and I fell asleep for a while, my body naturally leaned forward, and my hair was almost burned by the fire that came up.
Fortunately, I have my second son with me, otherwise I might be bald today.
"Sir, how about you sleep here for a while? Anyway, there is nothing to do now. I will call you when the rosin is added." Erwazi said.
"Okay, I'll lean here and squint for a while while you watch the fire and don't put it out. Remember to add more firewood and remember to wake me up later." Zhang San warned.
"Okay, Sir, don't worry, I'm here, you can sleep peacefully!"
Zhang San was indeed so sleepy that his eyes were black. After explaining the precautions to Erwazi, he leaned against the pillar next to him and took a nap.
