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Chapter 81

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    Most of the vulnerable group of patients were knocked unconscious by Zhang Si and lay on the floor in a mess.

    Those who were not faint struggled to get up and crawled out the door with their eyes open.

    Some people have cyanotic symptoms on their faces and lips, and their conjunctivas are congested and red, as if they were evil spirits crawling out of the land, which is scary.

    The prince held a sword in one hand, and what he saw in his eyes was this terrible scene of hell.

    "Your Highness, you can't stay here, go back quickly!" Xue Yao took off his bloody protective coat and asked the prince to leave the quarantine area quickly.

    The prince looked back at Xue Yao in surprise: "Are these common people infected with the plague? How many people in this county are infected with the plague?"

    Xue Yao asked him to take a step to speak, walked out of the fence and stayed away from the ward. Xue Yao took off his mask and gloves and reported to the prince: "Basically all the surviving infected people are in this valley. Others, I have already  The letter explains to you - because the spread and death of this vicious plague are extremely fast, most of the infected people died before they could receive treatment.

    At present, according to rough statistics from the government, the number of people who have died in the county is more than 4,000. Before the quarantine, the number of people infected every day exceeded 200. After the quarantine and epidemic prevention, the number of infections every day has now approached zero.  "

    The prince asked nonchalantly: "Why didn't you let me see the blood just now? Is this plague spread through blood?"

    Xue Yao patiently explained: "There are two main types of plague. I divided the patients into two wards. This ward contains relatively mild bubonic plague patients. The common people call this disease pimple disease, which is related to the spread of malaria.  The methods are similar, mainly transmitted through insect bites.

    Once treatment fails and the course of the disease is prolonged, the plague may infect the lungs through the blood and become pneumonic plague.

    Patients with pneumonic plague are in another ward. They are the so-called patients who can make people sick just by looking at them. The breath they exhale contains the plague. Once infected, most of them die violently within three days. In severe cases, they bleed from all their orifices when they get sick.  Those who are infected with plague or stained with blood are also at risk of contracting the disease.  "

    Xue Yao actually said these frightening words so calmly.

    The prince turned to look at the patients with cyanotic faces and blood-red eyes in the fence, and asked Xue Yao: "Have you been staying with these people every day for the past two months? What if you also contract the plague?"

    Xue Yao explained: "I prepared clothes to protect my mouth and nose. I put them on every day to prevent the epidemic. When I get back, I soak them in plague-killing water"

    "What if?" The prince stared at Xue Yao in disbelief: "We have reached this point. 'Looking at each other and attracting plague' is not an alarmist! What if you are also infected with the plague? Die suddenly within three days? Why are you  Aren¡¯t you going to let go and go back to Beijing?¡±

    "This is your highness's new law trial county"

    "This is Gu's business! You don't need to be responsible."

    Xue Yao was startled by the prince's violent shouting, and turned his head blankly to look at the patients who looked like evil ghosts inside the fence.

    He looked back at the prince and said with a helpless expression: "What are they going to do if we let go? Are we going to let the people in the entire county and even neighboring counties become like this?"

    "It is possible that I can save them, but at worst I will lose one life, but maybe I can get hundreds of thousands of lives back. Do you think I can save them?"

    "Let go, if these hundreds of thousands of people die, will I still be able to sleep in the future?"  "

    There was a moment of silence.

    The prince looked at the frail young man in front of him, nodded slowly, and said in a low voice with emotion: "You are a talented and righteous man, Xue Yao, you are really ashamed of yourself."

    Xue Yao nodded hurriedly: "Your Highness is serious."

    After saying that, he turned around and looked behind the prince. He saw no royal guards, only five imperial doctors who had just gotten off the carriage and chased after him.

    Xue Yao asked doubtfully: "You didn't bring anyone else?"

    Hearing this, the prince lowered his eyes and said helplessly: "My father only allowed more doctors to be sent and did not allow the army to interfere. I sneaked out of the capital on the pretext of trivial matters in the granary. I wanted to see what I could do to help."

    Xue Yao suddenly felt cold.

    No wonder the prince, who never breaks his promise, took so long to come. It turned out that the emperor insisted not to send troops and insisted on letting the doctors control the epidemic.

    "It's okay." Seeing the prince's shameful expression, Xue Yao could only comfort him with a wry smile: "Now that the epidemic has been roughly controlled, only these patients are left to take care of. We just had to run more than ten errands, and the ward is not staffed enough. We will start soon."  It¡¯s time to give medicine, I have to make medicine now.¡±

    "Leave it to me to boil the medicine." Behind the prince, the leading old doctor came over with a smile, rolled up his sleeves and said to Xue Yao: "Mr. Xue, can I borrow the prescription for my review?"

    &n?Stay angry.

    Having achieved such great achievements, he is not proud at all.

    Xue Yao himself didn¡¯t know what he was thinking, he seemed to still feel a little worried.

    On the day of departure, Xue Yao was invited to get on the prince's carriage. The carriage suddenly stopped on the street.

    The prince asked the coachman why he didn't leave.

    The driver said that there were people blocking the road ahead.

    Xue Yao, who was sitting in the car in a daze, suddenly raised his head, lifted the curtain and jumped out of the carriage, walked quickly around to the front of the car, and was instantly shocked by the scene in front of him¡ª¡ª

    The streets were crowded with people from Pingrong County, holding eggs, rice and bacon in their hands, staring at the convoy returning to Beijing with red eyes.

    Seeing Xue Yao get out of the car, the people who dared not say a word suddenly knelt down one after another, with tears streaming down their cheeks, shouting chaotically, "I am grateful for the grace of saving my life" and "The living Bodhisattva has a long life"

    Xue Yao seemed to know what he was waiting for in an instant.

    He looked at the endless crowd of people on the street with surprise.

    Looking at the faces one by one, the faces of old and young are all glowing with healthy rosiness.

    Every time he glances at it, the concern in Xue Yao's heart is filled a little bit more.

    The prince and the doctors also got out of the car one after another, looking at the mighty "people's army" filling the streets.

    A strong young man carrying a bamboo basket squeezed his way out of the crowd, rushed to Xue Yao, and begged him to accept his meager thank you gift.

    Xue Yao recognized at a glance that this was a patient who had recovered from the quarantine area, and immediately pinched the boy's face in surprise: "I haven't seen you for half a month. Your little cheeks have become rounded. Do you have a good appetite?"

    The young man knelt down in front of him, raised the basket, and shouted: "My mother said that such kindness cannot be repaid, please accept this bacon."

    Xue Yao grinned and teased him: "Is it your mother who wants to thank me, or you who want to thank me?"

    The boy was stunned for a moment when he was asked. After thinking about it carefully, he thought about how his mother had cried happily all night after seeing him recover and come home that day. He decided to give this opportunity to his mother and said, "Thank you. Do you want to come one by one?"  ? Then let my mother thank you first!"

    "Pfft" Xue Yao laughed, smiling, but his eyes began to feel hot.

    As a "living Bodhisattva", it is not good to cry in front of ordinary people.

    Xue Yao hurriedly took the boy's gift of thanks and said to the people: "This gift of thanks is enough to represent everyone's feelings for Xue. The victory over the epidemic is not due to me alone. It is also thanks to everyone's flexibility and treatment of me."  trust. After returning to Beijing, I will make the recipe for making the Holy Stone public, hoping that everyone can carry forward the habit of eradicating plague to ensure the peace of Ping Rong for generations to come."

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    I would like to use [Pingrong County Epidemic Control Chapter] to pay tribute to Mr. Wu Liande, the plague fighter in the late Qing Dynasty.

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