In the next two days, all affairs in the camp went smoothly.
Most patients infected with typhoid fever have improved somewhat, especially those with mild symptoms.
More than a dozen people have been declared recovered by Dr. Lu and have been moved from patient isolation areas to close contact isolation areas.
They still have to undergo seven days of observation, and if nothing happens, they can return to the main camp.
What makes Song Yang feel regretful is that the first death case of a severely ill patient in the epidemic isolation area was last night.
In addition, seven critically ill patients suffered from severe symptoms such as coma and vomiting blood.
And 13 mild patients became severe patients.
This is also something that can't be helped.
Dr. Lu was not good at this, and Song Yang was even more of a second-guessing expert, with only some theoretical knowledge.
It would be very good to be able to control the epidemic within a controllable range.
The people in the main camp heard that someone in the epidemic area had died of the disease. Although they were a little sad, they also felt happy in their hearts.
Thanks to the prince for discovering the epidemic in time and establishing an isolation area.
Otherwise, once the plague spreads on a large scale, we don’t know how many people will die from this plague.
Looking at the deceased being sent for cremation from a distance, Song Yang looked depressed.
It’s not that I blame myself, it’s mainly that I don’t want too many people to die due to the epidemic.
I had my first death today, which is not a good sign.
Doctor Lu on the side spoke to persuade:
"My lord, there is no need to feel sad. Uncle Zhang is a little older, and he already has some heart problems."
Nowadays, most of the critically ill patients who are in poor condition are those who are in frail health.
Such people have weak immunity. Once infected with typhoid fever, it will be difficult for them to fight off the disease without specific medicines.
"We escaped natural disasters, but we didn't escape the epidemic...it's so hard for the people." Song Yang sighed.
"They are lucky to meet a wise master like you, Your Majesty." Fang Zhe silently patted the horse smoothly.
Song Yang said nothing, forced a smile and shook his head.
Watching members of the epidemic mutual aid team properly handle the deceased.
Song Yang just returned to his residence in the close contact camp.
From far away, I heard the sound of singing singing coming from Tong Qian's thatched hut.
"How's it going? How's it going?"
Song Yang finally felt better and came outside Tong Qian's small thatched shed and asked.
"Your Majesty, a thousand years old!"
Tong Qian brought the four women to the ceremony in a formal manner.
Since these four women learned singing from Tong Qian, they have become more polite.
"Don't worry, Your Majesty, they learned very quickly. Now they can sing a few songs." Tong Qian said with some pride.
These are all her small contributions.
"You know how to do it now? It's only been three or four days. It's amazing!" Song Yang praised them.
"It's because they have good foundation. They already know these songs. I just gave them some pointers."
Tong Qian is well-behaved and doesn't take credit or be arrogant.
She knew that the prince liked this...
"Yeah! Not bad! Not bad! Xiaoqian performed well!"
Sister Xiaoqian was indeed praised by the prince.
"In that case, then you four will sing a song tomorrow."
Song Yang looked at the four women studying music and said.
"Tomorrow? Isn't this... inappropriate..."
"Your Majesty, the daughter of the people also feels that there are still some shortcomings..."
“People’s girls also think they can’t sing well!”
"How about we practice for a few more days?"
When the four girls who were studying music heard that they were going to perform in public tomorrow, they suddenly felt a little bit frightened.
Not that I'm embarrassed.
These four are all commoner women. They usually gossip about their wives on the street, but they can also say a few words in front of more people.
It just feels like a formal performance right now.
The stage fright suddenly rose up.
"Don't belittle yourself!"
"I just listened to you singing a few lines at the door. It is a great improvement compared to before! There is no problem in singing a few lines on stage."
"That's it! Let's sing it tomorrow in the open space between the close contact camp and the infected camp."
"After singing, each person will be given one or two pieces of pork as a reward."
Song Yang threw out the temptation, a tael of pork!
Nowadays, when supplies are scarce, I feel happy if I can eat meat.
"Can you still get meat for singing?"
A woman named Bai Xiaohua boldly asked.
"Of course! Didn't you give tickets to theaters when you went to the theater before?"
"Now it's like you sing operas for everyone, and I help everyone buy theater tickets!"
Song Yang nodded and said with a smile.
"Well... okay then. Let's try?" Bai Xiaohua looked at the other three and asked.
Another woman thought for a while and said:
"Just give it a try! My husband is still in business! I'm not at home these days, and I don't know if the idiot has hooked up with the neighbor's widow!"
"Now I can sing! He still has to lick me..."
The woman decided to sing an opera, so she became a little excited again and started talking about other things.
"Ahem!" Tong Qian coughed lightly and rolled her eyes.
"Oh. Haha. Your Majesty, forgive me. It's just nonsense from a common woman. Hahaha..."
The woman smiled awkwardly.
…
News spread like wildfire that the art team will be singing in the open space at the quarantine camp at early midnight tomorrow.
When the common people, who lacked daily entertainment, heard that there was something exciting to watch, they immediately became interested.
Not only the isolation camp, but also the people in the main camp heard the news.
Everyone was a little impatient.
The next day, work training during the day continued normally.
Work had just ended in the afternoon, and some people didn't even bother to eat, so they ran to the open space early to wait.
A stage that is not too high has been set up here.
It's not that big, just about ten square meters.
Song Yang asked Yu Ming to arrange a group of people to maintain order and set up a safety line ten steps away.
After all, these four opera singers are all closely connected.
And not far from them is the quarantine camp.
The people watching the excitement were gearing up, and at the end of Shenshi, they began to think about it.
"Hey? Where's the performance? Why don't you come?"
"It's coming! My mother-in-law said it's the first time of the year, and I saw her getting ready just now."
"Oh? Your mother-in-law can also sing?"
"That's right! She learned it from Miss Tong Qian these days!"
"Who is Miss Tong Qian?"
"Miss Tong Qian, you don't even know? She is the maid of the palace! She is with Concubine Jing!"
"That voice, that figure! Absolutely amazing!"
"Is Miss Tong Qian going to go on stage?"
"Bullshit! She is the prince's personal maid! How can she sing for you! Isn't it enough to have four apprentices she taught?"
"That's true..."
"Hey! Here we come! Look! That's my mother-in-law! She's beautiful!"
It has to be said that the feudal etiquette of the Qian Dynasty was relatively loose.
Especially among the people, there are no restrictions on women's public appearance.
This is somewhat similar to the Tang Dynasty.
The four girls took the stage one after another and sang four different songs.
Then they sang together a more down-to-earth Huangmei opera.
This elicited bursts of applause and cheers from the audience.
Of course, it’s not about how good he is at singing.
There were even people in the back who were far away and couldn't hear what was being sung at all.
But everyone has the desire to join in the fun.
It's good for everyone to take this opportunity to chat.