Chen Xuan's clairvoyant pupil can clearly see the changes in the virus inside 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 virus in the patient's body seems to be eager for these active blood, fuses with it, and is gradually digested by the active blood.
Of course, this is a very slow process.
But it is enough to prove that human blood really has an effect on the plague.
As for how strong the specific effect is, Chen Xuan cannot fully see it yet, and must follow-up observation.
Generally speaking, drinking human blood, as long as the amount is not very large, does no harm to the body, but it does not bring any benefits.
Chen Xuan felt a little relieved when he saw that the patient's condition did not worsen after drinking blood.
"Doctor Chen, you see, we can cure diseases by drinking human blood. Please ask Lu Zhiyong to return the blood bag to us!" A villager said when he saw Chen Xuan's arrival.
Chen Xuan thought for a while and responded: "From my preliminary observations, human blood does have a certain effect on the plague virus, but it is far from enough to eradicate the plague, so you can't blindly drink human blood. If you drink too much, you will be in trouble."
It’s also harmful to the human body.”
"Chen Xuan, this is our own decision and the will of the gods. As long as we continue to drink human blood, we will definitely be cured. You have no power to stop us!" Grandpa said coldly in a tone that was distant from others.
"What is the will of the gods? It's just superstition. You'd better stop drawing blood and drinking blood tonight until I get the results of the research." Chen Xuan reminded solemnly.
From his own point of view, since the attitude of the old man in this village is very bad, he is too lazy to care about the life and death of so many people.
But as a doctor, Chen Xuan still wants to solve this plague from his own heart.
When grandpa heard what Chen Xuan said, he immediately became angry: "No blasphemy! If I said that your Chinese medicine practitioners are also superstitious, would you be happy?"
"I just want to remind everyone, if you insist on continuing to drink human blood without certain side effects, that is your own business." Chen Xuan said, looking at the first patient who drank human blood,
"I need your cooperation and let me observe the condition."
The patient hesitated for a moment and noticed 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 them, a middle-aged man, stood up and said: "Miracle Doctor Chen, I can drink human blood for you to observe the condition, as long as you guarantee that I can recover."
"Okay." 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 for recovery after dawn.
In addition to studying the effect of human blood on the plague, Chen Xuan also asked Lu Zhiyong to investigate the grandfather.
Let's see if he really received a revelation from the gods, and not someone secretly spreading the news that drinking human blood can cure diseases.
Lu Zhiyong has always felt guilty because he failed to stop Sun Tong's live broadcast treatment in time during the day, resulting in the death of a patient.
He thought that if Chen Xuan had been informed earlier, the patient might not have died.
Therefore, with a guilty heart, Lu Zhiyong wanted to show off even more and share Chen Xuan's worries.
At eleven o'clock in the night, 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 to go alone.
Moreover, Xu Linghe is not a professional in detectives, so he might alert others if he goes there.
Arriving at the door of his grandfather's house in the village, Lu Zhiyong found that the lights were still bright inside and the family was chatting in the living room.
Now that the construction of new rural areas is gradually improving, every household has a small single-family building. Grandpa’s house has three floors. After observing the small building, Lu Zhiyong touched the window at the back to see what the family was talking about.
I heard one of the women say: "Grandpa, the immortal we worshiped has really appeared. I think the human blood must have the magical power of the immortal. Drinking it will make your illness almost better."
"It's not healed yet. We'll have to check again tomorrow. If the patients in the village haven't recovered yet, we'll have to find some young men outside to donate blood tomorrow." Although grandpa was very superstitious about gods, this sentence was still conservative.
He could see that although human blood was useful, it could not cure so many patients instantly.
"By the way, didn't Old Liutou just return to the village today? He is probably going to go out again tomorrow. You can ask him to recruit some young men outside." The woman said again.
When grandpa heard his daughter-in-law mention "Old Liu Tou", the look on his face changed slightly.
He looked like he was hesitating to speak. After a few seconds, he finally couldn't help lowering his voice and said: "Let me tell you something, and you must not tell it outside. In fact, drinking human blood can cure diseases. Old Liu Tou
Tell me, wasn’t Old Liu Tou’s old father who stayed in the village also sick? So Old Liu Tou went to worship God and got the will to drink human blood to cure diseases.”
"I said it's no wonder the gods are so miraculous. It turns out that it was Old Liu who worshiped the gods. Over the years, he has been the most effective in worshiping the gods. I heard that he was doing business outside, and even went to Southeast Asia, Korea and Japan." The woman said.
At this point, his tone became envious.
Grandpa reminded me again: "You must not tell anyone else. Old Liu Tou said that the secret must not be leaked. He was able to tell me because I have some weight in the village."
"knew."
When Lu Zhiyong heard this, he became interested in the old man.
However, he decided to continue listening to see what else the family had to say.
After listening for a while, grandpa and his children and grandchildren were talking about trivial matters.
At half past eleven in the night, grandpa went upstairs to sleep.
Seeing that he could no longer find any clues, Lu Zhiyong returned to Bai's ancestral hall and asked Bai Chun where Liu Tou's home was.
After Bai Chun said this, Lu Zhiyong noticed that Xu Linghe was not in the ancestral hall and asked, "Where is Xu Linghe?"
"Mr. Xu said he went to the toilet and was going to rest in the car."
"oh."
Lu Zhiyong kept an eye on Xu Linghe's car and found that Xu Linghe had not come back to sleep.
"Mr. Xu, how long does it take to go to the toilet?"
"Ignore it for now, the most important thing is that old Liu Tou."
Lu Zhiyong was cautious and suspicious of anyone and anything. He always felt that Xu Linghe was overzealous.
But I never found anything suspicious about Xu Linghe.
Therefore, we can only suppress the matter for the time being and go to Lao Liutou's house.
At night in the countryside, the insects chirp and the frogs chirp, which sounds very pleasant.
This makes Lu Zhiyong miss his time in his hometown a little bit.
However, he soon lost his thoughts of nostalgia, because as soon as he arrived at Lao Liu's house, he saw a thin middle-aged man wearing an old-fashioned suit, about 1.6 meters tall, walking out of the house and walking straight out of the village.
