Chen Xuan's perspective divine eyes can clearly see that the virus changes in the patient's body due to fresh blood.

The blood of young and strong men is more active than that of children and the elderly.

The viruses in the patient's body seem to desire these active blood to merge with them and gradually be dissolved by the active blood.

Of course, this is a very slow process.

But it is enough to prove that human blood really plays a role in the plague.

As for how strong the specific effect is, Chen Xuan cannot fully see it for the time being, and he still needs to be observed later.

Generally, drinking human blood, as long as the amount is not large, will not harm the body, but it will not be of any benefit.

Seeing that the patient's condition did not worsen after drinking blood, Chen Xuan felt a little relieved.

"Doctor Chen, you see it. We can cure the disease by drinking human blood. Let Lu Zhiyong return the blood bag to us!"

When a villager saw Chen Xuan present, he spoke.

Chen Xuan thought for a while and responded: "Through my preliminary observation, human blood does have a certain effect on the plague virus, but it is far from enough to eradicate the plague, so you cannot blindly drink human blood. If you drink too much, it is also harmful to the human body."

"Chen Xuan, this is our own decision and the will of the gods. As long as you continue to drink human blood, you will definitely be cured. You have no right to stop us!"

Grandpa said coldly in a tone of keeping people from thousands of miles away.

"What god's will is just superstition. It's better for you to stop drawing blood tonight and drink blood temporarily, and wait until I get the research results."

Chen Xuan solemnly reminded.

From his own perspective, since the old man in this village has a bad attitude, he is too lazy to care about the life and death of so many people.

But as a doctor, Chen Xuan still wanted to solve the plague from the bottom of his heart.

When grandpa heard Chen Xuan say this, he immediately looked angry: "Don't blasphemy! If I say that you Chinese medicine is also superstitious, would you be happy?"

"I just remind everyone that if you insist on continuing to drink human blood without confirming the side effects, that is your own business."

Chen Xuan said, looking at the first patient who drank human blood, "I need you to cooperate and let me observe the condition."

The patient hesitated for a moment and found that Grandpa was glaring at him, so he did not dare to agree to Chen Xuan.

But some of these villagers were not very afraid of grandpa. One of the middle-aged people stood up and said, "Doctor Chen, I can drink human blood and let you observe the condition, as long as you guarantee that I can recover."

"Can."

Chen Xuan nodded, asked the middle-aged man to come over, and then took him back to the Bai Family Ancestral Hall.

That night, many sick villagers drank blood and prayed that they would be cured after dawn.

In addition to studying the effect of human blood on the plague, Chen Xuan also asked Lu Zhiyong to investigate the grandfather.

See if he has really been revealed by the gods, rather than someone secretly spreading news that drinking human blood can cure diseases.

Lu Zhiyong felt guilty in his heart because he failed to stop Sun Tong from treating the disease in time during the day, resulting in the death of a patient.

He thought that if Chen Xuan was notified earlier, the patient might not die.

Therefore, with guilt, Lu Zhiyong wanted to show off even more and share Chen Xuan's worries.

At 11 o'clock in the evening, Lu Zhiyong walked out of the resting room and prepared to investigate the old man in the village.

Xu Linghe originally wanted to go with Lu Zhiyong, but Lu Zhiyong refused on the grounds that it was more convenient for him to act alone.

Moreover, Xu Linghe is not a professional in detectives, and he may be alarmed when he goes there.

When he arrived at the door of grandpa's house in the village, Lu Zhiyong found that it was brightly lit inside and the family was chatting in the living room.

Now the construction of the new countryside is gradually improving, and every household has a single-family building. Grandpa’s house has three floors. After Lu Zhiyong observed the building, he touched the window behind and saw what the family was saying.

I heard one of the women say, "Grandpa, the gods we worship have really appeared. I see that there must be magic powers of gods in those human blood. After drinking, the disease will be almost cured."

"I haven't recovered yet, so I have to check it out tomorrow. If the patients in the village have not recovered, I have to go outside to find some young men to donate blood tomorrow."

Although grandpa is very superstitious about gods, this sentence is still relatively conservative.

He could see that although human blood is useful, it cannot cure so many patients in an instant.

"By the way, didn't Old Liu just return to the village today?

He probably will go out again tomorrow, so you can ask him to go out and recruit some young men."

The woman spoke again.

When grandpa heard his daughter-in-law mention "Old Liu's head", his expression changed slightly.

He looked like he wanted to speak but stopped. After a few seconds, he couldn't help but lower his voice and said, "I'll tell you something, don't tell me. In fact, drinking human blood can cure diseases. Didn't Lao Liu tell me that the old father who left in the village was also sick?

So Lao Liu went to worship God and received the will to drink human blood and cure diseases."

"I said no wonder the gods are obvious. It turns out that Lao Liu worshipped him. Over the years, Lao Liu worshipped him the most. I heard that he was doing business outside and went to Southeast Asia, Korea and Japan."

When the woman said this, her tone became envious.

Grandpa reminded me again: "Don't talk outside. Old Liu said that the secrets of heaven should not be revealed. He could tell me because I speak in the village because I have a lot of weight."

"knew."

When Lu Zhiyong heard this, he became interested in the old Liu.

But he decided to continue listening to what the family could say.

After listening to it for a while, my grandfather and his children and grandchildren talked about some irrelevant trivial matters.

At half past eleven at night, grandpa went upstairs to sleep.

Seeing that Lu Zhiyong could no longer hear any clues, he returned to the Bai Family Ancestral Hall and asked Bai Chun where the home of Liutou was.

After Bai Chun said that, Lu Zhiyong noticed that Xu Linghe was not in the ancestral hall and asked again: "Where are the people of Xu Linghe?"

"Mr. Xu said he went to the toilet and then prepared to rest in the car."

"oh."

Lu Zhiyong was careful and went to Xu Linghe's car to see that Xu Linghe had not come back to sleep.

"Mr. Xu, have you been using the toilet for so long?"

"No matter how much I care about it, the most important thing is that Old Liu."

Lu Zhiyong was cautious and suspicious of anyone and anything, and he always felt that Xu Linghe was too enthusiastic.

But I have never found any major doubts about Xu Linghe.

Therefore, I could only temporarily suppress this matter and touch Lao Liu's house.

On the rural night, insects and frogs sound very pleasant.

This made Lu Zhiyong miss his hometown a little.

However, he soon lost his nostalgia because when he arrived at Lao Liu's house, he saw a thin middle-aged man in an old-fashioned suit about 1.6 meters tall, walking out of the house and heading out of the village.
Chapter completed!