Emperor Hongzhi used to know that Xishan medicine was magical.

But I don’t know where this so-called magical skill is.

In fact, this is natural. For example, those foodies only think it tastes delicious, but they don’t know how this delicious food is cooked.

Emperor Hongzhi obviously began to become interested in this.

Especially when he saw Zhu Houzhao's surgery in person, he suddenly felt it was incredible.

So he stared at Fang Jifan.

Fang Jifan smiled and said, "Your Majesty, wait a moment. I will look for that paper to show you."

As he said that, someone went to pick up that issue of the journal.

Put it in front of Emperor Hongzhi.

Emperor Hongzhi was stunned when he saw the huge forty-seventh issue words above.

"I've read this journal." He said, and picked up the journal.

When I searched for journals, Emperor Hongzhi would read them occasionally. The reason why I read them was not that I liked them. In fact, most of the things inside seemed to be separated by a layer of gauze, which was very difficult to read.

But after all, this journal has a great influence. As the emperor, how can you not read it?

He subconsciously turned to Su Yue's paper.

No, to be precise, it is this paper by Fang Jifan.

Because of this paper, Fang Jifan's name was the first, while Su Yue fell behind inconspicuously.

Emperor Hongzhi thought to himself, and said that it was not the paper written by you Fang Jifan, and he wanted to deceive me again!

Then, he read it carefully.

In fact... he has roughly read the content, but it is nothing more than saying that the blood in the human body is different. In it, a lot of words are used to try to use theory to prove this...

Emperor Hongzhi remembered that after reading this paper, he did not take it seriously.

Is it useful for these people to think about this every day?

Isn't this full and full?

My blood type is different from others, what does it have to do?

But now... Emperor Hongzhi looked at it carefully, but still couldn't see the reason.

"I still don't understand."

"Your Majesty, if a person is injured, he will inevitably lose a lot of blood, and if he loses a lot of blood, he will die. So someone suddenly had a whim. Since he will lose blood, why not replenish him in time, so that he can save the person?"

Emperor Hongzhi couldn't help but say, "Yes, why didn't I expect it?"

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Zhu Houzhao looked at his father like an idiot.

He sighed.

When I was a child, I looked at my father so tall, majestic, and amazing. I always felt that my father was like a mountain, an amazing person, and no one in the world could match him.

Only when I got bigger and bigger did I realize that... well... I can't say it, I'll get hung up if I say it.

Fang Jifan smiled and said, "This idea has been practiced by famous doctors since ancient times, but in the end, no one tried it anymore. The key to the problem is that everyone has different blood types. If you use other people's blood by mistake, it will not only not save people, but you are killing people. However, Su Yue found the root of the problem, which made it possible to replenish blood with blood. The blood of the Marquis of Yinzhou is type B. If you want to transfusion, you need to find someone with the same blood type as him for transfusion. This is why, Yinzhou Hou is so weak, and His Royal Highness dares to undergo this operation.

The reason is that as long as there is sufficient blood of the same type, and blood is continuously input into the body of Yinzhou Hou through the syringe and sheep intestine, then Yinzhou Hou will never be ischemia. Although the essence of the surgery is to break the belly, there are two biggest difficulties, one is infection of the insects and the other ischemia. After the birth of the theory of insects, the medical school has a deeper understanding of insects. Therefore, there have been great progress in disinfection and later maintenance. This paper solves the second crucial problem of the current medical school surgery, which is blood supplementation."

Emperor Hongzhi completely understood this time.

Although I can't understand the paper, the real purpose of this paper is to make blood transfusion possible.

Emperor Hongzhi frowned: "Doesn't this mean that if a soldier is injured and loses a lot of blood on the battlefield, he can be rescued by replenishing blood?"

"Not bad." Fang Jifan said: "There are more places to use. Not only can it be used to treat patients, but the deaths of soldiers can be minimized on the battlefield, so that everyone dares to fight. On this basis, we can continue to study and continue to advance Xishan medicine."

Emperor Hongzhi was quite shocked. He lowered his head and looked at this short paper.

Just one paper can save thousands of people in the future?

So...what about these dozens of papers in the entire journal?

Also, there are so many journals and so many papers.

It's so scary.

Of course, Emperor Hongzhi thought that Fang Jifan had exaggerated the role of it?

He was thinking about something, but still...is still immersed in this terrible possibility.

Think deeper, if this is not discounted, then... the weight of the journal will be, even... far beyond my imagination.

Even... the countless so-called moral policies of the court, compared with this journal, may be nothing.

Because this issue, a magazine, and countless strange and strange theories may bring huge benefits.

Emperor Hongzhi frowned, and he thought in a mess.

Because Fang Jifan's report just now was so intuitive, it was so shocking that Emperor Hongzhi was shocked.

Emperor Hongzhi lowered his face: "Now, no matter what the so-called paper!" He paused: "Marquis of Yinzhou, no matter what, you two cannot be tortured to death. If they are tortured to death, how can I explain to the Empress Dowager? If so, I will never forgive you easily and punish you to go to the desert to shepherd sheep!"

Fang Jifan's face changed, Your Majesty, I have made contributions to Your Majesty. Your Majesty, you can't lift your pants and refuse to recognize others.

Zhu Houzhao's eyes lit up, and he wanted to go back and pull the Yinzhou Hou to death to death and go to the desert immediately.

Emperor Hongzhi thought in his heart, if the Marquis of Yinzhou could really wake up, then... it proved that this paper was effective and the blood loss of Yinzhou could be rescued, so others were no problem. If you think deeply, a paper would be like this. This way of searching for journals and the way of "science" written on it is even more terrifying.

Of course, the premise of all this is in the Yinzhou Hou: "You are very careful and have made mistakes. I will not forgive you. The Empress Dowager is still in the palace and I don't know what anger looks like. I will go back and report it immediately if there is any news."

As he said that, he got up, took a few steps, and suddenly turned around, picked up the journal on the desk, held it in his hand, and then walked away.

Xiao Jing hurriedly chased after him.

Fang Jifan looked sideways and looked at Zhu Houzhao with murderous intent. His heart skipped a beat and grabbed Zhu Houzhao and said, "Your Highness, you must not. We are doctors, and...Where is the Hou of Yinzhou, who is our relative..."

Zhu Houzhao curled his lips: "Is this kind of person in this palace? Don't take your villain's heart and save the gentleman's affair."

He also curled his lips: "If you have any news, please tell me quickly. I will go to the construction site to take a look."

Fang Jifan breathed a sigh of relief. He knew Zhu Houzhao so well. This guy... was just a bird that wanted to fly out of the cage. If it were the past, it would be difficult for the Marquis of Yinzhou to die. Fortunately, here, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince already had too many bonds, such as his medical school, his railway, such as his old city renovation plan, and his countless land that had not been sold yet.

I think... these are enough to calm down His Royal Highness and stay in the capital obediently.

but……

Your Majesty seems to be very interested in science.

Deep in Fang Jifan's heart, he felt a little expectation.

Could it be... Will our Emperor Hongzhi of the Ming Dynasty become Peter in history?

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Dingxing County.

The autumn harvest has begun.

In Dingxing County, hundreds of tax collectors recruited have begun to take action.

In fact, these tax collectors alone are not enough. At present, from Ouyang Zhi to the clerks of the Sixth House have become temporary tax collectors.

Tax collection is the top priority. Soon, all the money and food from last year will be counted.

Some of these money and grains will be kept in the county to repay the loan from Xishan Money House, and some of them will be kept for the county's expenses next year. Of course, 60% of them will need to be escorted to Beijing.

In other counties, there is almost no matter how much money or grain is collected. After all, except for the county levy, almost all gentry is done by the gentry. The so-called imperial power does not fall under the county, which is actually the case.

But in Dingxing County, the original structure has been completely broken, and countless refugees have flocked to this place. Countless workshops have been built here, and these workshops are all connected to the new city. Now with the railway, it almost directly leads to the old city.

Countless merchants began to see business opportunities. They flocked in, and a large amount of land began to be acquired, opened workshops, and built warehouses...

These trade taxes have been levied.

Not only commercial taxes, but also the gentry's taxes, but also the big ones. These gentry took advantage of the surge in land and the prices of crops to gain huge benefits.

Many people realize that the road opened by the government was a treasure pot. Now almost all the gentry have become members of the Land Inspection Department. They will severely crack down on people in other counties to use this road. Why do you use the road you spend money on to build it?

Now, the government has come to the door again and pays taxes.

Gripping your teeth, what else can you do? Pay it, everyone is still waiting for the road to continue to be built. I even heard that if you can't pay back the loan, the money house will take back the road. At that time, who will lose?

The gentry still felt a little sorry. Although they had made a lot of benefits, they were still very uncomfortable once they wanted to cut their losses. They fought various struggles with the tax collectors, but in roughly, in this process, they were still relatively calm and did not cause too many troubles.

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Chapter completed!