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- What Wang Wen sensed through energy is correct.
Not long after the suppression of the oath disappeared, the plague recurred again as expected.
And there is an unstoppable trend of wildfire.
The essence of suppression is to eliminate the vitality of germs as much as possible with the smallest cost.
This approach is much less costly than directly generating antibiotics or immunity in the human body out of thin air, not to mention compared with forcibly killing germs.
Only if the cost is small enough, the order of millions will become possible.
But this is only a palliative, not a permanent cure.
The "sleeping" germs just spread less violently and did not disappear.
Once the suppression is over, the germs will wake up again.
Just like now.
Neighboring state capitals have asked for help from the imperial city, and the situation can already be described as severe.
The young man panicked and looked at Wang Wen helplessly.
Wang Wen looked at the overall progress displayed on the aircraft, and then looked at the time in the early hours of Friday.
He pursed his lips and nodded.
Swear with an incomplete "entry".
Without opening, the energy in the body was rumbled out, and the oath was fulfilled at a faster speed than before.
After all, this is the direct supply of energy in the body.
Without a conversion link, the speed is naturally faster.
He tried to use the smallest amount of energy to destroy the key breeding points inside various plague bacteria.
Try to solve the spread of the plague from the root.
Seeing that the energy has been dropping from 8000% to 1000%, the negative growth rate of the total progress of the aircraft has hardly improved.
This proves that the most important thing at present is not the contagiousness of the plague.
It is the lethality of existing diseases.
Wang Wen then swore to use the smallest energy to destroy the key points inside the plague bacteria that depend on it for survival.
Attempt to play word games curve to eliminate germs.
As a result, the scepter didn't joke with him at all.
Through energy perception, Wang Wen found that almost one percent of the energy can complete the attack against germs in a human body.
The cost of bringing the dead back to life is almost the same.
Burning 500% of the energy and only "curing" several hundred people, this efficiency is really insignificant in the face of millions.
He stopped vowing.
Feeling that the energy that destroys the reproduction of germs in the previous oath is dissipating batch after batch.
Energy does not dissipate out of thin air.
Unless Wang Min voluntarily evacuates, or the target object disappears or dies.
The target of energy is germs, and germs will not disappear or die out of thin air.
Unless the host it parasitizes is dead.
Combined with the progress of the aircraft, Wang Wen can basically judge the number of deaths during this period based on the dissipation of these energies.
The progress of the level has risen from the previous minus 7,000 to minus 8,000.
It means that the death toll in the short period of time when the plague recurred has reached tens of thousands.
Wang Wen pursed her lips and frowned.
He silently shook his head at the expectant young man.
The young man's face instantly turned pale.
The surrounding crowd understood the meaning of the silent conversation between the two.
The atmosphere dropped to freezing point.
Xue Chong, who was holding the gun, opened his mouth and was speechless.
He tried his best to look into the distance, as if he could see those lives who were struggling and dying under the plague.
Thinking in my mind that the immortal believers I promised to protect just now are dying one by one, I can't help but sigh silently.
The plague is a natural disaster rather than a man-made disaster, and it cannot be dealt with by magic weapons.
He can only watch everything happen helplessly, unable to stop it.
People in this world are not so indifferent and numb, and have higher sorrow and sorrow for the death of their compatriots.
Thinking of the fragile and helpless lives under the epidemic, but I am helpless.
Most of the people present had red eyes.
There is a ball made of plants flying towards the sky.
Steadily fell to Wang Wen's side and bloomed, and walked out of Zhu Xingguo and others.
Seeing the hopeful eyes of the young man, Zhu Xingguo shook his head, and said to Wang Min with a solemn expression: "Master, the medicine stone is ineffective, and a group of people fell straight like a door panel, and they couldn't control it."
The young emperor's eyes dimmed again.
Cheng Queyi has not been in the tower for a short time, and she still has a soft heart and sentimentality of a woman, and whispers what she has seen with red eyes.??.
she says.
In order to save more people, some doctors kept decocting medicines for diagnosis and treatment day and night until they died of sudden exhaustion.
Some patients saw that the plague was spreading more and more, and there was no hope of healing. They gathered many patients and moved out of the city to live in the surrounding villages. infect others.
An official from the state government dispersed all the crowds and took all the sick and dead bodies in the city to the deep pit dug outside the city and set them ablaze. When the fire was too high, he looked back at the city wall and jumped into it by himself. It was too late to save.
She couldn't continue speaking, covering her mouth with tears streaming down her face.
The young emperor got on his horse with a livid face and turned around and left.
Wang Wen called him: "What are you doing?"
The young man lowered his head and said in a muffled voice: "After the famine, diseases came again, and the people have been suffering for years. I want to do something for the people."
"Don't make any more trouble, okay? What can you do so you don't turn around and get yourself into more trouble!" Wang Wen frowned and said truthfully.
The young man turned his head, his eyes flushed: "I went to urge the imperial physicians to make medicines, and they would not stop, and I would not stop, to add clothes and food to the people, so I used my clothes and robes to distribute all the ginseng and treasures in the palace to the patients. To continue my life, if I really can¡¯t do it, I will go to all the temples and gates of the world to pray for the common people, there is always something I can do!¡±
The more people around heard it, the more frightened they became.
In the end, they lay down together, admonishing the emperor in unison to take care of the dragon body and not to act emotionally.
In fact, Wang Wen's heart has already been touched by this world.
Hearing the impulsive words of the young man at this moment, he couldn't help but scold loudly: "Why did you go so early? There have been many years of famine, and nothing else. Just say that when you were a prince, the victims of the disaster were too hungry to eat dirt. Seeing you are so passionate! Why do you pretend to be dedicated to the people?"
The youth was silent.
The middle-aged Martial Saint next to him couldn't bear it.
Softly told Wang Wen what they had experienced.
The middle-aged man said that young people have always cared about the common people.
It's a pity that they hid in Qiecheng to avoid suspicion.
Itself lacks clothing and food.
Despite this, the young man who was still a prince at the time decided to share his own food and porridge to save people after seeing the tragic situation of the people.
However, the disaster was too severe and there were too many victims, and the people around who heard the news rushed over.
One family cannot feed a hundred families with food.
Even if it weren't for the personal guards defending to the death, they might have died under the looting of the rioters.
Since then, I no longer dared to openly release grain to save the people, only dared to secretly throw some grain into the houses of the people occasionally at night.
It is no exaggeration to say that during the time they lived in Qiecheng, the number of people who died of hunger in the city was the smallest in the surrounding state capitals.
However, the official "Prince" said that the novel is not a big deal.
It is obviously naive to want to support the entire city with one's own strength.
Gradually, the food stock was not enough.
Requests for food from the palace have always been returned on the grounds of famine.
They had no choice but to send people to secretly intercept the food tribute from the southern kingdom, but they could not supply the consumption of the entire city after all.
This caused the people to slowly disperse.
But every time the case sent by the palace arrives, they will still find a way to distribute part of the relief to the victims.
That's why there are so many people stranded in Qiecheng.
Presumably, people have known for many years that there is famine everywhere, and it is the same wherever they flee. It is better to stay in Qiecheng. Maybe someday there will be "chivalrous men" who will secretly throw food into the house and hang it in half. Die. </div> - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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