The pretenders made way for a passage, allowing Luo Zhun and the Jin Yiwei soldiers to approach the prison car. Luo Zhun raised his torch and looked at the prison car, and saw that Li Zhi was huddled in the corner of the prison car, his eyes closed, and he was unconscious.
"What tricks have you done!" Luo Zhun subconsciously shouted at the fake soldiers. During the march during the day, Li Zhi was still singing an extremely unpleasant song in the prison car, making everyone vomit all the way. How could it happen at night?
Is it like this? The only change in this situation is the arrival of this group of traitors. Could it be that they are responsible for this?
"What are you talking about!" He Zice said angrily, "Mr. Zhuo Wu is our teacher, how could we do anything to him? My teacher was clearly mistreated by you and became seriously ill. You touched his forehead.
Look, it’s all burnt like this, and you people are still drinking and having fun, and no one has gone to hire a doctor for my master.”
"Yes! The Jinyiwei tortured people to death, and the crime is unpardonable. We will definitely write a letter to the Holy One to sympathize with you!" The other hypocrites started making noise together. Scholars have no other skills, but talking about scolding is their specialty.
"Don't make any noise, you're all going to die!" A Jin Yiwei soldier yelled, pulled out his knife, and threatened everyone.
He Zice sneered, walked forward, glared at the soldier and said: "You want to kill someone to silence him? Do you dare to kill Juzi? Come on, come on, do what I do, I want to see how many heads you have that the court can chop off.
It fell!"
"This..." The soldier took a step back involuntarily. The knife in Jin Yiwei's hand could only be used to scare the people. Facing these scholars, the knife was really of no use. If he killed a dozen people, it would definitely be
There was a huge turmoil in the sky. Let alone Luo Zhun, who was a governor, even the commander would have been beaten by the emperor.
"Why are you making such a fuss? Who could have imagined that Li Zhi was suddenly ill? When he gets sick, just ask a doctor to treat him. Will it work if you make such a noise?" Luo Zhun said.
He also believed that these actions would not interfere with Li Zhi, because Li Zhi had a very good reputation among scholars. Even if these actions were not true, Luo Zhun could not think of anyone who had such a big hatred against Li Zhi.
Li Zhi must be put to death. You must know that Li Zhi is already an imperial prisoner. No one needs to harm him, and he is already dead. Who has the need to harm him again?
"Then why don't you take Mr. Zhuo Wu out of the prison car?"
"Yes, we should arrange a guest room for him. He must have gotten cold in the prison car!"
"I'm going to find the doctor!"
"I'm going to get a bowl of hot porridge for my husband!"
A bunch of fake people were shouting. Before Luo Zhun could say anything, someone had already rushed out. It was said that they were looking for a doctor to treat them. The soldiers at the door originally wanted to stop them, but they were helpless.
I was so excited that I couldn't stop them, so I had to let them run away.
At this point, Luo Zhun could only make some gestures. If Li Zhi really died of illness, he would not be able to explain it. Especially if these people really wrote a letter to the court, saying that Li Zhi's death was caused by Jin Yiwei.
Yes, Luo Zhun didn't save him until he died, which is also very troublesome.
A Jin Yiwei soldier took the key and opened the prison car. The fake prisoners rushed forward, hugging his head and hugging his feet, and took the unconscious Li Zhi out of the prison car and sent him to a guest room.
He put it on the bed and slept flat. Immediately afterwards, people rushed in and out, fetching water for Li Zhi to wipe his body, and asking for jealousy to smoke the house. It was timid and unlucky.
After a while, a doctor with a wretched description hurried over in a long robe. According to a doctor who was following him and carrying a medicine box, he said that this was Dr. Ding in the town and the doctor in the entire Huling Town and even the whole country.
The best doctor in Henan.
When the innkeeper who was standing in the yard helping saw the doctor, he was so shocked that he quickly covered his mouth and did not dare to say a word. Because he found that this was not the real doctor Ding at all, but a stranger who had never appeared in the town before.
people.
What are these people... planning to do? The innkeeper felt a chill in his vest. He found an excuse and dove into the stable without daring to come out. If something happened, at least one of him would not be there.
The reason is that no one will be shot innocently.
"General Luo, the situation is not good!" The fake doctor went into the room and touched Li Zhi's body for a while, then ran out holding his nose and said to Luo Zhun.
"What's wrong? Is this old man dying?" Luo Zhun asked.
The pretender shook his head: "It's certain that this old man is not good. What's even more troublesome is that he may have contracted the plague. He needs to be buried quickly!"
"plague!"
Everyone around them took several steps back, and even those who kept saying "love my teacher" were scared away. Respecting your teacher is a good story if you do it when there is no risk. If
If the teacher has the plague and you still try to get involved, then you are out of your mind.
"Are you sure?" Luo Zhun asked suspiciously.
The fake doctor said: "Who dares to say such a thing to death? But it is better to believe in the existence of a thing like the plague than to believe in its non-existence. If word spreads, it will be a big trouble. In my opinion, it is better to get rid of him quickly.
Go out and bury it."
"Is he dead now?" Luo Zhun asked.
"Soon." the fake doctor said.
"You asked me to bury him before he died!" Luo Zhun was furious. What kind of professional ethics does this doctor have?
"How about I prescribe some side medicine for him first and try to see if he can be saved. If he can't be saved, there is nothing we can do. However, I still remind you that you must not get close to him. If you really want to get close to him, you must
Cover your mouth and nose with a cloth and avoid any physical contact." The pretender reminded him kindly.
"This..." Luo Zhun was in a dilemma. Such a patient must be cared for by someone. If Li Zhi really had the plague, it would be too risky to send soldiers to take care of him. If the soldiers taking care of him were infected, he would soon be infected.
It will infect other soldiers, what should I do?
"Let me take care of my master." He Zice stood up resolutely and said.
"How do you take care of it?" asked the pretender.
He Zice ran into a guest room and without asking who was staying there, he pulled off the sheets from the bed. He wrapped the sheets around his body, covering his head and face, only exposing his two eyes, and then asked:
"Mr. Ding, do you think this is okay?"
"Well, that's okay," said the pretender.
With He Zice as an example, several other pretenders also ran to the guest room to get sheets and wrapped them around themselves, each one like a zombie at the end of the world. The pretender wrote a prescription, and someone immediately ran to catch him.
When the medicine came, I boiled it in the middle of the yard. I don’t know what flavors the medicine contains. In short, the smell of the medicine is so strange that even good people can get sick. As for the patients, they probably don’t need to drink the medicine, just smell it.
The nose will hang directly.
The officials were still busy coming in and out. One moment someone came in carrying a quilt, and the next moment someone went out carrying Li Zhi's clothes. It was said that they were going to be burned outside the town to prevent infection. Luo Zhun was struck by these.
He was so dizzy from the noise that he didn't bother to pay more attention. He waved his hands to the soldiers and motioned for them to come and watch, while he went back to his room to sleep.
The hustle and bustle in the courtyard slowly subsided until midnight. Li Zhi in the room was said to have stabilized his condition after taking medicine and fell asleep. Several Jinyiwei soldiers followed He Zice's example and covered their noses with bedsheets.
I looked around at the door of the room and found Li Zhi lying on the bed, as straight as a dead person. However, the officials who were walking around did not cry sadly, which meant that Li Zhi was not dead yet, and maybe he would be dead soon.
No.
Early the next morning, Luo Zhun sat up from the bed in great pain. His head had not recovered from the pain caused by the smell of medicine the night before, and he was still a little dazed. He rubbed his temples and sat for a while.
Then he shouted to the outside: "Here comes someone!"
"My subordinate is here!" a soldier responded.
"How is that Li Zhi?" Luo Zhun asked.
"It seems...nothing good?" the soldier replied.
"What do you mean it's nothing?" Luo Zhun was annoyed, "Are you dead or not?"
"Probably... he's not dead," the soldier said. "If he were dead, how could those actions not cause trouble?"
"That's right." Luo Zhun nodded and asked, "Where are those moves?"
"Everyone...all left," the soldier said.
"Everyone left?" Luo Zhun was stunned.
The soldier then felt that something was wrong. Li Zhi was ill in bed. There was no reason for all these people to leave. He thought about it seriously. In his impression, those people left one after another, and some people came back in between.
There were not as many people left as there were people leaving. By daybreak, there was no one left in the yard or in Li Zhi's house.
"They..." The soldier desperately tried to find a reason to explain this strange phenomenon, but he couldn't think of one after much deliberation.
"Is Li Zhi still there?" Luo Zhun shouted.
"He's here! Li Zhi is always here!" the soldier quickly replied, "We will take a look every now and then. He has been sleeping on the bed and has not moved."
As long as Li Zhi is still there, everything will be fine. Maybe the disciples are afraid of infection, maybe they are sleepy and want to find a place to sleep, or maybe they have finished the show to honor the master and plan to go back and brag to their classmates. In short, as long as Li Zhi is not lost,
Everything will be fine.
"Let's take a look." Luo Zhun stood up, put on his clothes, and led people towards Li Zhi's room.
When he came to the door of the room, Luo Zhun stopped and said to a soldier next to him: "Go in and take a look, touch the old man's forehead to see if the fever is still there."
The soldier nodded, went to another room, pulled a piece of sheet cloth, and covered his mouth and nose, and then entered Li Zhi's room. He reached out and touched Li Zhi's head, and suddenly he screamed as if he was electrocuted.
With a cry, he rushed out.
"Zhenzhenzhen...Zhenfu Master, Li Zhi, he, he, he..." The soldier was speechless.
"What? He's dead?" Luo Zhun said with a frown. He had expected this result, but he didn't understand why the soldiers were so panicked. When the Jinyiwei arrested people, it was not uncommon for prisoners to die on the way.
It’s just a matter of reporting it to the Zhenfu Division. What’s the big deal?
"No... Li Zhi is not only dead, but also..." The soldier didn't know what to say.
"And what?" Luo Zhun asked.
"And... the person who died was not Li Zhi!" The soldier finally told the truth. (To be continued. Please search Piao Tian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!)