"Bai Chun, do you know who is the person who released the news that drinking human blood can cure diseases?" Chen Xuan asked this question because he suspected that someone was up to something.
Bai Chun shook his head and said, "I asked my second uncle, he said he didn't know."
Chen Xuan turned to look at Lu Zhiyong: "Monk Lu, take people to the head of the village to stop the elders of Tazhai Village and don't let them mess around."
Drinking human blood to cure diseases is an ancient superstition.
In modern society, more and more rural areas have abandoned superstition.
But a village like Tazhai Village, with its deep-rooted clan ideas, is still very strong in superstition.
As soon as the rumors spread, the elders in the village immediately organized the drinking of human blood to treat diseases, which would probably kill many patients.
Therefore, Chen Xuan asked Lu Zhiyong, who had just returned from investigation, to lead people to stop him.
Lu Zhiyong nodded and was about to walk out, when Xu Linghe said: "Mr. Lu, I'll go with you."
"Be tough, but don't hurt anyone."
Chen Xuan could predict that once the group of villagers who were panicking because of the plague fell into superstition, their thoughts would go to extremes, and they might take action against Lu Zhiyong and others who had stopped them in the past.
Lu Zhiyong understood what Chen Xuan meant, and walked out of the Bai family ancestral hall with Xu Linghe, and walked towards the village with some of Jiang Tianhua's subordinates.
There is a large open space at the end of the village and an oval pond. Usually some elderly people go to the pond to cool off.
But tonight under the moonlight, a large group of superstitious villagers gathered.
Among them, A Niu and his mother, whom Lu Zhiyong had met before, were also here.
These villagers, under the instructions of several village elders, finally selected a few young and strong men.
Nowadays, many young people in the village go to the city to work and rarely come back. Most of the young and strong men who stay are lazy and do not want to work because they are too lazy to work, so they eat in the village and wait to die.
This time I came forward to donate blood, firstly because the elders in the village have a high prestige and they dare not violate it, and secondly because they are paid.
A person's blood is about eight percent of his body weight. These strong men weigh between 70 and 80 kilograms, which means they have about six or seven kilograms of blood in their bodies.
However, our country stipulates that the maximum amount of blood donated per time should not exceed 400 ml. Several strong men think that there is no problem in donating 400 ml of blood.
Because this way they can get the maximum reward, three thousand yuan each.
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, there are six people here donating blood, and they can only draw 2,400 ml at most. Is it enough for our hundreds of patients?"
The old man he calls grandpa is one of the most virtuous and respected elders in Tazhai Village. He is seventy-one years old and has gray hair.
But none of the villagers present dared to disrespect my grandpa because he was old and frail.
If this grandpa hadn't been warning them that making drugs would offend the gods, they would have been captured and shot during the Thunder anti-drug operation.
Hearing the villager's question, Grandpa glanced at the hundreds of patients present and said in an old voice: "Let the first person drink first. If he can recover if he drinks less, 2400 ml should be enough."
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"Grandpa, I checked. The World Health Organization stipulates that a blood donation can reach a maximum of 600 ml, which is 200 more than we in China." A student-looking villager read while looking at his mobile phone.
The villagers' eyes suddenly lit up, and then they looked at the six strong idle men, just like vampires looking at humans.
This kind of look made the six idle men feel a little embarrassed.
Although the World Health Organization is an authoritative organization, they feel that a one-time blood donation of 600 ml is still too much.
"Grandpa, can you please add more money?" an idle man summoned up the courage to ask.
"I'll give you one thousand more. Each of you can donate 600 ml of blood. Is there any problem?" Grandpa asked with a majestic look.
"One thousand, isn't it a little less?"
The villagers wanted the blood of the six strong men. The six strong men also wanted to make more money so they could go to the town and have some fun. But they hadn't had a massage in a long time and they were itchy all over.
Grandpa's eyes suddenly widened, so wide that the six strong men did not dare to say anything.
"You are accumulating yin virtue by donating blood to treat diseases. The more money you ask for, the less yin virtue you accumulate, do you understand?"
"Grandpa said yes!"
The six strong men were reluctant and could only let the barefoot doctor in the village draw blood.
After the first strong man finished drawing blood, Lu Zhiyong and Xu Linghe rushed to the scene with their people.
"Doctor Chen asked us to come over and tell our 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 the superstitious villagers.
Grandpa had already expected that Chen Xuan’s people would come to stop him, and he immediately said in an indifferent tone: "It is the will of the gods to drink human blood to treat diseases, and it has nothing to do with you. By the time your miracle doctor Chen comes up with a prescription, we will not know how many people will die."
People!"
Lu Zhiyong heard the village elder's tone, which meant that there was no communication at all. He quickly stepped forward to snatch the 600 ml blood donation from the first strong man.
However, one of the patients was quick-sighted and snatched the blood bag from the barefoot doctor first and drank several sips.
"Idiot!" Lu Zhiyong couldn't help but cursed and snatched the blood bag away.
In an instant, the villagers were furious and wanted to snatch the blood bag.
Lu Zhiyong and the people he brought with him got into a fight with a group of superstitious villagers, pushing and shoving their bodies and causing an explosion.
Xu Linghe was the only one standing by, communicating with his grandfather in a good voice, hoping that he could calm down the villagers.
However, grandpa didn't listen to what Xu Linghe was saying at all. He only paid attention to whether the patient who drank it got better.
"Grandpa, drinking blood is really useful in curing diseases. I feel much better!" The patient exclaimed in surprise.
These words caused all the people on both sides who were snatching the blood bags to stop and look at the patient who drank the blood.
Lu Zhiyong's eyes were full of disbelief: "Impossible, how can drinking human blood cure diseases?"
"Thank you God for sending a decree to save our Tazhai village!" Grandpa was so excited that he thanked the sky.
This scene left Lu Zhiyong not knowing what to do for a moment.
He looked at the blood bag in his hand and hesitated whether to return it to the villagers.
"Mr. Lu, in this case, we can only ask Divine Doctor Chen to come over and deal with it." Xu Linghe's words reminded Lu Zhiyong.
Neither of them are medical experts, so how can they tell whether the patient is really getting better?
I can only ask Chen Xuan to come over and take a look.
"You all are not allowed to move around until we ask Miracle Doctor Chen to come over!" Lu Zhiyong said and called Chen Xuan.
After Chen Xuan heard about it, he rushed to the head of the village as quickly as possible.
As soon as he arrived at the scene, he saw which patient had drunk human blood and immediately opened his clairvoyant eyes to scan the patient.
Seeing this, Chen Xuan couldn't help but have a look of surprise in his eyes.
