It was not until the next morning that the news that Guo Huai had the plague reached Ma Di's ears.
"How is he doing now?"
The doctor responsible for diagnosing and treating Guo Huai replied with lingering fear: "Sir, the situation is not good."
"Yesterday, the villain checked his pulse and found that his pulse was rapid and chaotic, his face was colorless, his limbs were spasmodic, and it was freezing cold. He was suffering from prison and was infected with wind and cold..."
"What's the situation?" Ma Su interrupted him impatiently and shouted.
"It's a plague, late stage..."
After a shout, everyone, including Ma Su, subconsciously took a few steps back, staying far away from the medical workers.
The medical worker looked at everyone in embarrassment and explained feebly: "Sir, I have already cleaned my body after returning..."
Although this explanation is very reasonable and although he is a medical engineer, everyone is still afraid to avoid him.
It is difficult to say exactly what kind of disease the "plague" is. It may be caused by corpses being exposed in the wild due to war, or it may be caused by eating unclean wild animals.
Everyone knows that once someone gets the plague, the towns or villages around that person will be destroyed within a few days.
Very few people survived the plague.
How terrible is the plague?
Just ask Cao Cao.
During the Battle of Chibi, Cao Cao and his hundreds of thousands of troops were destroyed by a plague.
The defeat of Chibi is not at all a matter of "burning a series of extraordinary feats" or "Zhou Lang defying heaven and changing his fate".
If there was no plague, Zhou Yu would not be able to change the direction of the war even if he set off ten more fires.
It was that unsolvable plague that first destroyed the combat effectiveness of Cao's army, both land and water, and then led to the defeat of Chibi.
Since then, everyone has more intuitively felt the horror of the plague.
The plague has become a nightmare for everyone.
And now, the plague appears in front of them, this medical worker...
Diagnosed Guo Huai.
Even Zhao Yun, who had always been steady and steady and did not change his expression when surrounded by 830,000 Cao troops, had a slight change in his face. He looked at the medical worker intently: "Then can he still be saved?"
The medical worker looked helplessly at the people hiding around him, shook his head and said, "It's difficult, it's too difficult, I don't even have the slightest confidence... The most important thing now is to get rid of this person to prevent the spread of the plague."
Come on, if this happens, the entire city will inevitably become a dead city..."
Ma Su raised his hand to interrupt him and said angrily, "Stop making alarmist remarks and disrupting the morale of our military..."
“What’s the point of fearing a mere plague?”
"It's nothing more than putting all those who have been in contact with Guo Huai into isolation and detention. In addition, from today on, people should try not to gather in groups, and they should wash their hands before going to the toilet and after eating."
The medical worker nodded repeatedly when he heard this, his eyes were bright, and he couldn't help but ask: "I didn't expect that the general is also proficient in the art of Qihuang, so this patient..."
"Don't worry, he won't die." Ma Su waved his hand, took out a dark pill, threw it to the medical worker, and ordered: "Take it for him, and he will be fine."
Everyone present heard Ma Su's words clearly.
Except for Zhao Yun, everyone curled their lips and had their own thoughts.
General, we admit that you are very good at fighting, but treating diseases is not fighting. You don’t think that just because you are good at fighting, you are also very good at treating diseases, right?
A black pill as big as sheep shit, trying to save a person from the plague?
This is too childish!
I thought so, but no one dared to question it.
The medical worker took the pills and left in a hurry.
Zhang Xiu followed him with a troop of soldiers and horses, and surrounded the prison tightly, with no one allowed in or out.
Including medical workers, prison wardens and many jailers, prisoners were all isolated. According to Ma Su's instructions just now, epidemic prevention measures were provided to them.
Zhao Yun frowned and thought for a while, then asked: "Youchang, isn't this a bad way to deal with it? If the entire prison is infected by the plague..."
"Then burn the prison." Ma Di blurted out.
Zhao Yun thought for a moment and found that the idea was a good one, so he raised his eyebrows and said, "Youchang, what about Guo Huai? He should survive after taking that thing, but he has contracted the plague again, and it will be extremely harmful if he is released.
Da, if the plague breaks out, I think it would be better to burn him together..."
"Wait a minute!" A flash of lightning suddenly flashed across Ma Su's head. He stared straight at Zhao Yun and asked eagerly: "Old general, what did you just say?"
"I think it's better to burn him together..."
"Not this sentence, the previous sentence!"
"If the plague breaks out..."
"More ahead!"
"But he has the plague again, and releasing it will cause great harm..."
That’s it!
Ma Su looked up to the sky and laughed: "Hahaha... I have a plan, maybe I can take down the five counties of Longyou without any effort!"
Zhao Yun was overjoyed: "You Chang, what a clever plan you have, tell me quickly and let me hear it, young general!"
Ma Su chuckled and suddenly said, "Secret!"
"..."
"Shu Zi, it's hateful! It's so hateful!" Zhao Yun groaned angrily and walked away.
…
After Guo Huai took the pills, his condition became worse day by day, and many red measles appeared on the surface of his body.
It looks extremely scary.
Soon, the jailers in the cell were also infected with the plague and died soon. Only two people were lucky enough to survive the plague. One of them had a face like a ghost, white and white, and looked very scary.
Of the two people who survived, one was Guo Huai and the other was the medical worker.
Fortunately, although the epidemic was violent, it was contained within the small confines of the prison and did not spread outside.
But the soldiers were not happy. People kept asking for orders to burn down the prison and burn all the remaining people inside to eliminate the plague.
They had had enough of living in constant fear and close proximity to the plague every day.
Zhao Yun could not resist the pressure and admonished him: "Youchang, just burn that Guo Huai. If you delay it any longer, the soldiers will mutiny."
Ma Su frowned and pondered for a long time, then finally nodded and reluctantly uttered two words: "Okay then."
"Old General, you will be responsible for this matter."
As he spoke, he whispered a few words to Zhao Yun.
Although Zhao Yun didn't understand why Ma Di asked him to do this, he still nodded, turned around and strode away.
Since Ma Su agreed to the proposal to burn Guo Huai, the matter was quickly decided on the specific executor.
Zhao Yun led two tightly wrapped soldiers into a cell with lime sprinkled everywhere, wrapped the dying but not dead Guo Huai into a mummy in a quilt, and carried him to a secluded place outside the city.
Throw it on a huge firewood pile.
After everything is ready, the next thing to do is to light a fire to witness Guo Huai's death, and then go back to resume his life.
Zhao Yun did not come to the burning site, but simply gave instructions to the two soldiers and then rode away.
After the two soldiers lit the firewood, they immediately hid and watched from a distance.
The firewood was piled in advance. In order to ensure that Guo Huai could be burned to ashes, the firewood pile was hollow and tightly built around it. The pile was more than one person high and more than two feet wide. The bottom firewood was also smeared with
Pine resin, black water and other flammable substances.
The fire started burning from the bottom of the firewood pile. At first, the fire was very small and smoke billowed.
The two soldiers ran out for more than fifty steps and then looked back.
Just as the two turned around and ran out, Guo Huai, who was lying in the pile of firewood, quickly got out of the quilt, rolled the quilt into a cylinder, and then jumped off the pile of firewood lightly, rolled around like a civet cat, and unloaded
Use more force.
Then he tiptoed and hid behind a big rock in the distance, with the corners of his mouth raised slightly.
Done!
Put yourself to death and live again!
I, Guo Huai, am indeed blessed with great fortune.
Not only did he survive the plague and cold, he also escaped from the dead.
