As soon as the man finished speaking, he turned around and spit out a mouthful of blood. He seemed to feel much more relaxed.
Li Yuan and Zhang Zidong immediately turned pale.
"It's okay. I feel better after vomiting. I think I should be fine soon!"
"Raise your arm and take a look!" Zhu Yixi squinted her eyes, took a step away, and asked.
"Oh!" The man raised his hand, revealing his thin arms, and there were small, red pimples under his armpits.
"What is this?" Zhu Yixi asked.
"I don't know. Anyway, I just felt itchy and scratched it hard."
The man said helplessly: "There seems to be a nucleus inside, and then it swells up, then it itches, and occasionally I vomit blood."
"Where is your family?" Zhu Yixi frowned.
"So do they!"
"Mr. Li Qian!"
"My subordinate is here!"
"Go in and check to see if it's true!"
"Um, inspection, this must be a plague!" Li Yuan looked embarrassed.
"What are you afraid of? I'll go in with you."
Zhu Yixi said displeased: "This is what we do, what are we afraid of!"
"Yes!" Li Yuan lowered his head helplessly and bravely entered.
Zhu Yixi sneered, put on her mask, wrapped her clothes tightly, and followed.
Entering the room, there were very few furniture, a dilapidated house, and a family that was barely surviving.
Immediately, the two people left the room and drew a circle with a red pen on the door.
"I'm fine." The man said repeatedly, and then he vomited a mouthful of light blood. Then he tilted his head and fell down, unconscious.
"Inspection, this family?" Li Yuan asked fearfully.
"I've got the plague, there's no way I can save it."
Zhu Yixi shook her head and said helplessly.
"Let's go and continue patrolling!"
"Ah?" Li Yuan and Zhang Zidong were startled. They thought it was just a show, but they didn't expect it to be real.
"Inspector, we are Shangguan, how can we do this?" Zhang Zidong trembled, his eyes drifting.
"What are you doing?" Zhu Yixi asked strangely: "No one is exempt from these two thousand people. They are all here to prevent the plague. You and I can't be separated from each other."
"This -" The two looked at each other, their eyes full of fear, and said hesitantly: "Inspector, there is something going on at home, I'm afraid we can't continue."
"Oh? What's the matter?" Zhu Yixi asked with interest.
"My mother-in-law is pregnant!"
"My son is getting married——"
The two of them hurriedly exchanged words and then ran away in a hurry.
"Remember, take a shower when you get back to avoid contracting the plague."
Zhu Yixi reminded them, and the two of them ran faster.
"You want to mess with my people? No way!"
Putting down the ink pen, Zhu Yixi couldn't help but smile.
Immediately, he went to the military camp in the field and took the remaining more than a thousand people to the General Medical Office and received masks.
He ordered in a deep voice: "Five hundred of you, follow the instructions of the General Medical Office and make stretchers without stopping for a moment."
"The remaining one thousand people, tell me, take a pen and knock on the door one by one. Those who have the plague should draw a circle on the door frame."
"Remember, each corps is a team, and the corps leader is the leader and must not be careless."
Immediately, the team set out in great force, knocking on doors and asking questions.
Of course, the main ones are the city managers, such as the head of the square and the head of the compartment, who are responsible for guiding and leading the way.
"In the city, it is called Fang, and near the city, it is called Xiang."
The urban management of the Ming Dynasty was very mature.
The chiefs of the squares and compartments are usually appointed by wealthy households with substantial wealth. Several stalls are set up under the stalls and compartments. Each stall has a head and three or five firemen.
So, basically, you just ask the patient, see how he is doing, and then draw a circle.
Even so, hundreds of thousands of people in Xi'an City, about 100,000 households, and nearly a thousand people, worked all day long to complete the painting.
The five hundred people spreading lime were even more tired, so they simply asked the government servants to take the residents directly to spread the lime near their homes.
In this way, it took two tiring days and two thousand stones of lime.
Zhu Yixi couldn't stop either.
Of course he understood how contagious and harmful the plague was. There was no specific cure, so he could only take the simplest method - isolation.
Isolate all patients out of Xi'an and let them fend for themselves.
And if there are no makeshift hospitals, then we have to make do with military camps.
So, he rushed to the Governor's Palace and explained his request.
Sun Chuanting was extremely decisive. Between the people of the city and the patients, he had no choice and said directly:
"I will immediately vacate the military camp and allocate another two thousand dan of food to you. Use the medicinal materials as much as possible to cure their plague as much as possible."
As he spoke, he sighed heavily and said, "No matter how bad things are, you can still be a dead ghost."
"Yes!" Zhu Yixi nodded solemnly and left immediately.
On the third day of his inspection, Zhu Yixi ordered two thousand soldiers to use stretchers to move all the patients who could not walk to an empty military camp.
Then, they forced all the people who had drawn a circle at the door to turn around and place them in the other half of the military camp.
For a time, about ten thousand people were forced to leave their homes, and the city of Xi'an was filled with cries and howls. The patients, men and women, all felt that their death was not far away and the consequences were unpredictable.
But Zhu Yixi remained unmoved. If nothing was done now, hundreds of thousands of people would suffer in the future.
The people who were not sick breathed a sigh of relief. The removal of the source of the disease gave them a sense of security.
"A bunch of rubbish -" Zuo Ming sat on the Grand Master's chair, looked at Li Yuan and Zhang Zidong who lowered their heads, and cursed continuously:
"Isn't it just some plague? Why did it come back? You may not get it."
"Commander, you can't gamble on this matter." Li Yuan lowered his head and said in a low voice: "This is about my life and fortune. I would rather eat and wait to die than go to that plague camp."
"Plague camp?"
"Everyone calls it the plague camp, and you can't get infected."
Zhang Zidong said hurriedly: "Commander, the strength of that battalion is even greater than that of hundreds of servants!"
"That's what the Governor values."
Zuo Xing was a little hesitant. His anger had dissipated a lot. Thousands of stragglers were really not worth it. Then he said: "That's it, let's go drink wine -"
Immediately, a few people went out excitedly, and many people, including their families and their families, were driven away by the guards.
Others, lying on burdens, were carried by soldiers and left quickly.
"What's going on?" Zuo Xing was startled and asked the slave beside him.
"Sir, I heard that these people all got the plague, or maybe someone in their family died of the plague and was driven out of Xi'an by the man named Zhu."
The butler sighed:
"This is good. Without these people, Xi'an will be safe."
"It's bad luck -" Zuo Xing was shocked. He looked at the patient who was only a few steps away, his face pale. He turned around quickly and hurried back home: "Hurry up and close the door. It's so unlucky. How come there are so many patients."
Li Yuan and Zhang Zidong looked at each other and hurriedly patted the door: "Commander, please open the door quickly, we are still outside!"
"Open the door quickly——"
"Creak——"
The side door then opened, and the two of them hurriedly stepped in.