"Bai Chun, do you know who is the person who releases the news that drinking human blood can cure the disease?" Chen Xuan asked this because he suspected that someone was making trouble.
Bai Chun shook his head and said, "I asked my second uncle, but he said he didn't know."
Chen Xuan turned to look at Lu Zhiyong: "Monster Lu, take people to the village entrance to stop the elders of Tazhai Village, don't let them do whatever they want."
Drinking human blood to cure diseases is a superstition that has existed since ancient times.
In modern society, there are more and more rural areas that break superstition.
However, villages like Tazhai Village, which have deep-rooted clan concepts, are still very powerful in superstition.
As the rumors arose, the elders in the village immediately organized drinking blood to treat the disease, which may kill many patients.
Therefore, Chen Xuan asked Lu Zhiyong, who had just returned from the investigation, to take people over to stop him.
Lu Zhiyong nodded and was about to walk out. At this time, Xu Linghe spoke, "Mr. Lu, I'll go with you."
"You are tough, but don't hurt anyone."
Chen Xuan could have expected that once the villagers who were panicked due to the plague fell into superstition, their thoughts would go to extremes, and they might attack Lu Zhiyong and others who had stopped them in the past.
Lu Zhiyong understood what Chen Xuan meant, walked out of the Bai Family Ancestral Hall with Xu Linghe, and took some of Jiang Tianhua's subordinates to the village entrance.
There is a large open space at the entrance of the village and an oval pond. Usually, some elderly people will go to the pond to cool off.
However, under the moonlight tonight, a large group of superstitious villagers gathered.
Among them, A Niu and his mother who Lu Zhiyong had met before were also here.
Under the instructions of the elders in several villages, these villagers finally selected a few young and strong men.
Nowadays, many young people in the village go to work in the city and rarely come back. Most of the young and strong men who stayed behind are lazy and do not want to work, so they eat and wait to die in the village because they are lazy and do not want to work.
This time I stood up to donate blood, because the elders in the village have a high prestige and they dare not disobey it, and the other is because they are rewarded.
A person's blood is about 8% of his weight. These strong men weigh between 70-80 kilograms, which means they have about 6 or 7 kilograms of blood in their bodies.
my country stipulates that no more than 400 ml of blood donation per time, and several strong men believe that there is no problem with donating 400 ml of blood.
Because in this way they can get the most rewards, each of which is 3,000 yuan.
Just as a barefoot doctor in the village was about to draw blood for them, a villager who came to treat the disease said with concern: "Grandpa, six people donate blood here, and can only smoke up to 2,400 ml, which is enough for hundreds of patients to drink?"
The old man he called his grandfather is one of the most respected elders in Tazhai Village. He is 71 years old this year and has gray hair.
But none of the villagers present dared to disrespect his grandfather because of his old age and weak body.
If this grandfather hadn't kept warning them that drug production would anger the gods, they would have been caught and shot in the thunder drug-killing operation.
Hearing the villagers' questions, Grandpa looked at hundreds of patients present, and an old voice came out from his throat: "Let the first person drink it first. If you drink less, you can recover. 2400 ml should be enough.
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"Grandpa, I checked it. The World Health Organization stipulates that a blood donation can reach up to 600 ml at a time, which is 200 more than our China." A villager who looked like a student looked at his cell phone and said.
The villagers immediately lit up and then looked at the six strong idle men, just as vampires saw humans.
This kind of look made the six idle men a little furious.
Although the World Health Organization is an authoritative body, they feel that donating 600 ml of blood at one time is still too much.
"Grandpa, can you add money?" a casual man mustered up the courage to ask.
"I'll add another thousand to you, each of them donated 600 ml of blood. Is there any problem?" Grandpa asked with a majestic expression.
"One thousand, will it be a little less?"
The people are not satisfied with their hearts and snakes swallow elephants. The villagers want the blood of six strong men. The six strong men also want to make more money to go to the town for a leisurely life. But they haven't had a massage for a long time and are itchy all over.
Grandpa suddenly widened his eyes, making the six strong men dare not speak.
"You donate blood to treat diseases to accumulate good deeds. The more money you need, the less good deeds you accumulate. Do you understand?"
“What grandpa said!”
The six strong men were timid and could only let the barefoot doctor in the village draw blood.
After the first strong man drew blood, Lu Zhiyong and Xu Linghe happened to lead people to the scene.
"Doctor Chen asked us to come and tell all the friends in the village that drinking human blood cannot cure the plague." Xu Linghe discussed with Lu Zhiyong on the way here, and he was responsible for communicating with superstitious villagers.
Grandpa had already expected Chen Xuan's people to come and stop him, and immediately said in a indifferent tone: "It is the will of the gods that we drink human blood to cure diseases, and it has nothing to do with you. When your doctor Chen studies the prescription, he has long since died.
It's human!"
When Lu Zhiyong heard the tone of the elder in the village, he had no communication at all. He quickly stepped forward and wanted to take over the 600 ml of blood donated by the first strong man.
However, one of the patients had quick eyesight and quick hands. He first snatched the blood bag from the barefoot doctor's hand and took several sips of Gulu Gulu.
"Fool!" Lu Zhiyong couldn't help but curse and snatched the blood bag.
In an instant, the villagers were in a hurry and they were about to come forward to grab the blood bag.
Lu Zhiyong and the people he brought pushed and shoved with a group of superstitious villagers, and their body friction broke out.
Only Xu Linghe was by the side and communicated with grandpa angrily, hoping that grandpa could calm the villagers down.
However, my grandfather didn't listen to what Xu Linghe was saying at all. He only paid attention to whether the patient who drank it and had improved.
"Grandpa, drinking blood is really useful to treat diseases. I feel much better!" The patient screamed in surprise.
These words made all the people who snatched the blood bags on both sides stop and look at the patients who were drinking the blood.
Lu Zhiyong's eyes were full of incredible expressions: "Impossible, how can he cure a disease when drinking human blood?"
"Thank you for the gods, and give me the will to save our Tazhai Village!" Grandpa thanked him excitedly.
This scene made Lu Zhiyong not know what to do for a while.
He looked at the blood bag in his hand and hesitated whether to return it to the villagers.
"Mr. Lu, in this case, I can only ask Dr. Chen to come over to deal with it." Xu Linghe's words reminded Lu Zhiyong.
Neither of them are medical experts, so where can we tell whether the patient is really getting better?
I can only ask Chen Xuan to come and have a look.
"You are not allowed to walk around, wait until we invite Doctor Chen to come!" Lu Zhiyong said, calling Chen Xuan.
After hearing this, Chen Xuan rushed to the village head as fast as possible.
As soon as he arrived, he saw which patient had drunk human blood and immediately opened his perspective divine eyes and swept it.
At this time, a look of surprise flashed through Chen Xuan's eyes.