《囊秘喉书》一书,前年俞金门别驾刊刷送人,盖欲使穷乡僻壤之区,无医可延者,得
此书亦可以根据症检方,根据方服药,人人得以自治,其用心可谓至矣。自刊至今,十余年矣,前印
之书,早经送罄,版又遗散无存,谔思推前辈乐善好生之意,欲重行刊刻,以公诸世。无如
才识谫陋,有志不逮,屡执笔而屡废者矣。今逢绍兴医药学会成立,发行报纸,且有古籍选
刊一门,敢不贡献以效采芹,苟能推此书而普及天下,则凡患喉症者,均可脱至险之途,而
登仁寿之域。庶几不负作者之初心,俞公印刷之本意,及余之推展之素愿也夫,是亦生民之
福祉欤。爰述大概而为之序。
中华民国四年岁次乙卯七月常熟张谔汝伟书于寿石居
吾邑陈巷,有陈任者,少任侠。道光季年,缘事戍潼关,任子薇卿,念父远戍,比长,
习刀槊,二十余年,独身赴戍所省父,寻遇赦得归。任弟坤培,工击刺,兼擅方伎,尤精于喉科
,药奇效,不轻传其方。咸丰庚申,粤寇至,坤培率其子芝珊,拒贼于道。步桥旁,有偃柳
卧河之半,坤培踞柳巅,贼来自高岸,举枪仰击之,辄中其目。贼愤甚,衔碗蔽目,如墙而
进。芝珊抱父走,坤培怒,挥芝珊去,独迎战,攒刃死,贼复醢而焚之。芝珊痛父死,
誓复仇,在大坝桥杀贼百余,一日复持刃,乘间连杀十三贼。承平三十年,挂刀于壁,每天阴月
黑,刀环 然,血斑斑如拭。芝珊老而聋瞽,道当年杀贼事,怒气犹勃勃。吾邻严春岩子
幼
》也。是岁秋冬起喉症,次年春尤盛,间取其一二方,制药施辄验。思传其书,而体例HT 驳
,方名诡异,嘱新阳王君士翘,吾友萧君中孚,厘定之。二君参考诸家,存精义而归于驯雅
,胡君鹤年,劝同人醵资付剞劂,至作是书者,为杨龙九氏。近代莫举其名,若无陈氏珍秘
,则山严屋壁,沦毁几何?又非仅杨氏书一端已也。
光绪二十八年十二月海虞俞养浩钟銮撰
《囊秘喉书》这本书,前年由俞金门别驾刊印并赠送给他人,大概是希望让那些偏远乡村、没有医生可请的地方,人们得到这本书后也能根据症状查找药方,依据药方服用药物,使人人能够自我治疗,其用心可谓到了极点。自从刊印至今,已经十多年了,之前印刷的书早已送完,书版也遗失散失无存。我思考推展前辈乐善好施、爱护生命的心意,想要重新刊刻此书,以公之于众。无奈才识浅薄,有志却力不从心,多次拿起笔写作又多次放弃。如今恰逢绍兴医药学会成立,发行报纸,且设有古籍选刊栏目,怎敢不贡献此书以效绵薄之力?如果能使这本书普及天下,那么凡是患有咽喉疾病的人,都可以摆脱极度危险的局面,而进入仁爱与长寿的境界。这大概就不辜负作者的初心、俞公印刷的本意以及我推广的素愿了,这也是百姓的福祉吧。于是陈述大概情况并为此书写序。
中华民国四年岁次乙卯七月常熟张谔汝伟写于寿石居
我们县陈巷有个叫陈任的人,年轻时行侠仗义。道光末年,因事被发配戍守潼关。陈任的儿子陈薇卿,思念父亲远戍边关,等到成年后,练习刀枪武艺,二十多年后,独自前往戍所探望父亲,不久遇到赦免得以回家。陈任的弟弟陈坤培,擅长击刺格斗,兼通医术,尤其精通喉科,用药奇特且疗效显著,但不轻易传授他的药方。咸丰十年(庚申年),太平军(粤寇)到来,陈坤培率领儿子陈芝珊在道路上抵抗贼兵。走到桥边,有一棵倒伏的柳树横卧在河的一半,陈坤培蹲坐在柳树的顶端,贼兵从高岸上来,举枪向上射击他,总是射中他的眼睛。贼兵非常愤怒,衔着碗遮住眼睛,像墙一样推进来。陈芝珊抱着父亲逃跑,陈坤培发怒,推开陈芝珊让他离开,独自迎战,最终被乱刀砍死,贼兵又将他的尸体剁碎焚烧。陈芝珊痛恨父亲之死,发誓复仇,在大坝桥杀死一百多名贼兵,有一天又持刀,趁间隙连续杀死十三个贼兵。太平盛世三十年间,他将刀挂在墙上,每逢阴天月黑之夜,刀环发出声响,刀身上的血斑斑点点如同刚擦拭过一样。陈芝珊年老时耳聋眼瞎,讲述当年杀贼的事迹,怒气依然旺盛。我的邻居严春岩的儿子年幼时(此处原文似有缺漏或语病,依文意理解为严春岩之子幼时患病),这一年秋冬季节患上咽喉疾病,次年春天病情尤为严重,偶尔选取其中的一两个药方,制药施药立即见效。我想传布这本书,但原书体例杂乱驳杂,药名诡异难懂,于是嘱托新阳的王士翘君、我的朋友萧中孚君,对书进行整理修订。这两位君子参考各家学说,保留精义而归趋于规范典雅,胡鹤年君劝告同人集资付梓刻印,至于这本书的作者,是杨龙九氏。近代很少有人提起他的名字,如果没有陈家的珍秘保存,那么山中的屋壁之间,不知要沦陷毁坏多少?这不仅仅关乎杨氏一书而已。
光绪二十八年十二月海虞俞养浩钟銮撰写
The book *Nang Mi Hou Shu* (Secret Throat Book) was printed and distributed by Vice-Prefect Yu Jinmen the year before last. It seems his intention was to enable people in remote villages, where no doctors could be consulted, to obtain this book, check prescriptions according to symptoms, take medicine based on those prescriptions, and thus allow everyone to treat themselves. His用心 (care/intention) can be described as utmost. Since its publication, more than ten years have passed. The previously printed copies were all distributed, and the printing blocks were lost and scattered without a trace. I pondered the前辈 (senior/predecessor)'s benevolent desire to help others and preserve life, and wished to re-print the book to make it public. However, my talent and knowledge are shallow; though I had the will, I lacked the ability. I picked up my pen many times but put it down again. Now, coinciding with the establishment of the Shaoxing Medical Association and the issuance of its newspaper, which includes a section for selected ancient texts, how dare I not contribute this work to offer my modest efforts? If this book can be popularized throughout the world, then anyone suffering from throat diseases can escape extreme danger and enter the realm of benevolence and longevity. This would indeed honor the original intent of the author, the fundamental purpose of Mr. Yu's printing, and my long-held wish to promote it. Is this not also a blessing for the people? Therefore, I state the general outline and write this preface.
Written at Shoushi Ju in Changshu in July of the Yimao Year (1915), Zhang E Ruwei.
In Chenxiang village of our county, there lived a man named Chen Ren, who was chivalrous in his youth. In the late Daoguang era, he was exiled to guard Tongguan due to some matter. His son, Chen Weiqing, missing his father's distant exile, practiced swordsmanship and spear techniques upon reaching adulthood. After more than twenty years, he traveled alone to the garrison to visit his father and returned shortly after receiving an amnesty. Chen Ren's younger brother, Chen Kunpei, was skilled in combat and also proficient in medical arts, particularly specializing in throat diseases. His prescriptions were unique and effective, but he rarely transmitted them. In the Gengshen year of Xianfeng (1860), when the Taiping forces arrived, Kunpei led his son Zhishan to resist the rebels on the road. Near a bridge, a fallen willow tree lay half-submerged in the river. Kunpei crouched on top of the willow. The rebels approached from a high bank, aiming their guns upward to shoot him, consistently hitting his eyes. Enraged, the rebels covered their eyes with bowls held in their mouths and advanced like a wall. Zhishan tried to carry his father away, but Kunpei angrily pushed him aside, choosing to fight alone. He was killed by multiple stab wounds, and the rebels subsequently chopped his body into pieces and burned it. Grieving his father's death, Zhishan swore revenge. At Daba Bridge, he killed over a hundred rebels. One day, wielding a blade, he took the opportunity to kill thirteen rebels consecutively. For thirty years of peace, he hung his sword on the wall. On dark, cloudy nights, the sword ring would make sounds, and bloodstains on the blade appeared as if freshly wiped. In his old age, deaf and blind, Zhishan recounted the events of killing rebels, his anger still vigorous. My neighbor Yan Chunyan's son suffered from throat disease in the autumn and winter of that year, which became especially severe the following spring. Occasionally selecting one or two prescriptions from the book, preparing medicine and administering it yielded immediate results. I desired to disseminate this book, but its structure was chaotic and its prescription names bizarre. I entrusted Wang Shiqiao of Xinyang and my friend Xiao Zhongfu to revise and organize it. These two gentlemen referenced various schools of thought, preserved the essence, and refined the style to be elegant and standard. Mr. Hu Henian advised colleagues to pool funds for printing. The author of this book is Yang Longjiu. Few mention his name in modern times. Without the Chen family's preservation, how much knowledge in mountain caves and hidden walls would have been lost? This concerns not just Yang's book alone.
Written by Yu Yanghao Zhongluan of Haiyu in December of the 28th year of Guangxu (1902).