In the remote west of the city, cries broke the tranquility of the streets. In the pattering rain, the funeral procession looked particularly desolate.
"I heard that he is only in his twenties, and the two younger ones in the family still don't know how to leave."
"...My wife has hanged herself twice. She was saved with great difficulty. She will die no matter what she says while lying on the bed..."
"How pitiful..."
People on the street were pointing and pointing, and two young men in green and gray clothes rushed over and blocked the road.
Their clothes were all wet from the rain, and they seemed to be out of breath from running so fast.
"..We are from Qianjintang..Excuse me, did this deceased die of diarrhea?" one of them asked.
When he was suddenly stopped, the mourners were stunned, and when they heard this, they were even more stunned.
"Acute abdominal disease has been prevalent in the city recently, and it's coming fiercely, so we need to conduct an investigation to collect statistics on how dense the area is, so as to better determine the severity of the disease." The disciple said, taking out a piece of paper.
Written above are the symptoms of acute abdomen and suggestions for dealing with them.
The family had obviously heard about it, and although they were a little unhappy about being stopped, they still answered.
"It's not diarrhea." An older man said, feeling sad.
The two disciples looked at each other and did not walk away.
"What's the reason?" they asked.
"Go away!" The people in the funeral procession became impatient and shouted, "I don't know when this is! What are you asking? Are you looking for curiosity? Are you looking for fun?"
The two disciples were startled and hurriedly saluted and explained.
"No, no, we are just making statistics. We want to count this period..." they said hurriedly.
"Statistics? What are you counting? Can your statistics bring the dead back to life?" they shouted.
Of course this is impossible...
"This is also for more living people..." the disciples explained.
But the family members didn't listen and rushed forward and pushed them away.
"Get out of here, or I'll break your legs!"
Watching the funeral procession go away, the two disciples stood helplessly in the rain.
"What should I do?" one of them asked.
"Master said that the investigation should be carried out on the premise of protecting yourself. If the family members don't cooperate, don't force it." The other said, "Then let's go back. At least we will ask about the cause of death, and this pursuit will not be in vain.
"
The first disciple nodded, but they did not just walk away. Instead, they took out a stack of papers from their bags and distributed them to those who had not dispersed around.
"Let's take a look, pay attention to hygiene and epidemic prevention, and be sure to seek medical treatment in time if there is any situation."
People around took it, but most of them couldn't read. They gathered together and talked with each other while looking at the paper.
The two disciples gave a brief explanation and then walked quickly along the street.
The Qianjin Hall was busier than ever before.
"This won't work, there are too many people." Qi Yue said, taking off his mask, revealing an anxious and tired face.
"Yes, in just three days, eight people have been sent here." Liu Pucheng said, his face also full of exhaustion.
"Although at present, these patients are not infected with each other and they are all strangers, such a dense outbreak is still too scary," Qi Yue said.
"I'll go find Wang Qingchun again..." Liu Pucheng turned around and left.
Qi Yue hurriedly stopped him.
"What's the use of looking for that grandson? He can't do anything but cause trouble. Just go to the government directly." She said, "We will do the rest ourselves and mobilize the entire medical clinic to help."
Liu Pucheng nodded.
"Then give it a try. After all, this is a matter of human life. I think I am a doctor after all, and I will not just watch indifferently." He said, "Leave this to me. I will report it to the government first, and then go to the various departments.
Family Medical Clinic.”
Qi Yue nodded.
"Also, we need to find a place outside the city as soon as possible. Although there is no sign of human-to-human infection for the time being, we must still be prepared in case the germs mutate and are transmitted between people..." she said,
Looking at the lively market through the lobby, "The concentration of people here makes it really dangerous."
"Let Hu San handle this," Liu Pucheng said.
Speaking of Hu San, Hu San happened to come in in a hurry.
"Master, the injection needle is burned, can you see if this is okay?" he said, holding a box in his hand.
Qi Yue hurriedly opened it. It was a white porcelain like those test tubes.
"Oh my God, it's so beautiful!" She exclaimed in surprise.
Is this a syringe with artwork specifications?
"It's just that this needle really can't do something as thin as yours, Master..." Hu San said regretfully.
"Okay, okay, that's good enough." Qi Yue nodded in praise.
Liu Pucheng also took it over to look at it and admired it.
"That way we'll have enough syringes to inject penicillin," he said.
There is no need to wait for the needle to be sterilized after an injection like now.
For these patients with acute abdomen who are sent here, the longer they wait, the more danger they will face.
"The craftsmen are working hard, and it is estimated that they will be able to make three more tomorrow." Hu San said, wiping the rain or sweat on his face with his sleeves.
Qi Yue frowned again.
"The syringes are available, but the supply of penicillin may not be available..." she murmured.
"Can't penicillin be extracted?" Liu Pucheng asked in confusion.
"But it was unstable, and we did fifty of them before and after, but only two were effective in the end." Qi Yue said.
Oh my god, it's so low.
"Then there are more and more patients." Liu Pucheng said with a frown.
Qi Yue let out a breath.
There is no need to say anything. Now I will put all my efforts into trying to extract more effective ones.
"Sir, we can no longer ignore Qian Jin Tang!"
Wang Qingchun said loudly.
The prefect, who was looking through documents behind the desk, was startled.
This Wang Qingchun is just a small medical judge. He dares to come and yell at him, but he is just relying on someone above him...
Thinking of this, the prefect smiled.
"Master Wang, why do you need to be as knowledgeable as that little girl?" He smiled and said, "Come on, sit down quickly and calm down."
Where can Wang Qingchun sit down?
"Do you know what that woman is doing in the city now?" He glared and said, "She..."
Before he finished speaking, there was a sound of footsteps outside the door, and a young man barged in.
"Dad, give me the stamp pad." Huang Ziqiao said.
Originally there was someone in the room, so he paused for a moment, but after seeing clearly that it was Wang Qingchun, he raised his head and snorted without even raising his eyelids towards him.
The prefect pretended to be serious and coughed, but didn't say anything and took out the ink pad.
"What do you want this for?" He asked casually, but he was just pretending to be in front of others, and he didn't want to get an answer at all.
Huang Ziqiao took it and left.
"...There were several merchants who had patients at home but refused to be quarantined. I went to seal their stores!" he said casually.
The Lord Magistrate said oh, but he didn't know whether he heard it or not.
To him, it doesn't matter what his son does.
Fortunately, Wang Qingchun had good ears and quick hands and caught Huang Ziqiao.
"Young Master, what are you going to do?" he asked loudly.
Huang Ziqiao was worried that he had no chance. Suddenly he saw the old boy rushing towards him and immediately kicked him.
"Fuck you, it's your turn to take care of me," he cursed.
Wang Qingchun was kicked away, but he still held on to Huang Ziqiao's arm.
"Hey, hey, children are ignorant, Mr. Wang, please don't take it to heart." The prefect rushed over and shouted.
Wang Qingchun's eyes turned dark with anger.
This is called being ignorant. Your son made the first move, and you, the old man, only looked at his caught arm.
It seems that my attack was too heavy, because your son almost kicked me to death! You are blind!
Damn, the upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked!
"Sir, do you know what the young master wants to do?" he shouted sharply, startling the prefect.
The prefect was also a little unhappy. He was kicked lightly by his son. As for this, besides, if you hadn't jumped out first, my son Qiao would never have been like this.
Maybe Ziqiao's arm was scratched by this guy or something...
Zi Qiao’s body was severely damaged!
"Ziqiao, are you okay?" He immediately grabbed his son's arm and slammed Wang Qingchun's hand away.
Isn't it just that there is someone up there? These days, there is no one up there.
"Sir!" Wang Qingchun stamped his feet angrily and said, "This is the lady Qi who is making trouble and tempting the young master to close the shop!"
What?
The prefect was startled and looked at Huang Ziqiao.
"If you idiot didn't deliberately get in the way, would Madam Qi be in such trouble?" Huang Ziqiao said coldly, threw down the book and walked out.
The prefect hurriedly held off his son this time.
"What's going on?" he asked.
There is nothing wrong if his son does things. Of course, his son will never be stupid enough to be used as a gunman, but if it is that woman...
"Mrs. Qi spread the plague in the city. Relying on her own miraculous medicine, she went from house to house asking for reports of people with diarrhea. She wanted to imprison all the diarrhea patients in a village outside the city..." Wang Qingchun said coldly, "Not only
She checks the living, and she doesn’t even let go of the dead. She chases them to ask how they died. If the family members hadn’t stopped them, she would have opened an autopsy!”
The prefect was stunned when he heard this.
plague...
Plague!
"There's a plague!" he exclaimed, grabbing Huang Ziqiao's hand, "Take your mother back to the capital quickly! Leave now!"
"Sir!" Wang Qingchun was about to explode with anger. He shouted and grabbed the prefect's arm, "You have heard this. Think about how panicked the people will be now! Many large households have already moved out!"
"Yes, yes, move away, move away." The magistrate nodded, with a bit of panic, "Oh my God, the epidemic, I still remember the great epidemic in Qingde Mansion, it was... it was really an empty city overnight..."
"Sir, this is not a plague!" Wang Qingchun stamped his feet.
"Ah? It's not a plague?" The prefect looked at him with some suspicion, "Why not? Didn't Madam Qi say it was?"
This woman said it again! Why does everyone have to believe what this woman says!
"This is not a plague, this is poisoning. It was the owner of Qingfenglou who introduced unclean vegetables and meat, which caused vomiting and diarrhea among the diners. I have followed the confession of the owner of Qingfenglou and investigated and punished several vegetable and butchers. Those who later
Some people who suffered from vomiting and diarrhea also confirmed that they bought vegetables and meat from these stores." Wang Qingchun said in one breath, "This is such a simple thing! This is such a simple thing! I have repeatedly announced it to the public! This is so simple.
Simple and clear thing! But that woman insists on making a fuss! People who insist on making a fuss will panic and run away, alerting the court and making Yongqing Mansion a joke to the court? "
That's right, the prefect finally woke up from a series of concerns about his son being bullied to Wang Qingchun's petty heart and the epidemic.
Spreading rumors about the epidemic at will is undoubtedly a serious crime tantamount to inciting civil unrest!*** (To be continued)
