The corpses on the street were quickly carried away, but the panic left behind did not dissipate, but intensified.
Wang Qingchun hurriedly walked into the hall. There were already more than a dozen doctors standing there, talking in random directions. When he came in, everyone rushed over.
"Sir, it's not good..."
"My lord, four died this morning..."
"It's not diarrhea..."
"I also have diarrhea..."
Wang Qingchun felt that the noise was so loud that he had a headache and could not hear a word clearly.
"Say it one by one!" he shouted.
The hall finally became quiet, and Wang Qingchun finally asked what happened.
"Did he die of illness?" he couldn't help but ask.
When he asked this question, he felt a little regretful. Sure enough, he saw the disdain on the faces of the doctors present who tried hard to hide it.
Isn't it a bit ridiculous for a doctor to ask such a question?
At the very least, whether it was death from illness or homicide, couldn't the doctor tell it? How could someone who didn't die from illness be reported to the doctor's office?
"Is it all because of diarrhea? Is there no chance to eat Danqu?" Wang Qingchun hurriedly asked in a different way.
Danqu is the name of the pill that the doctor provided to treat this kind of diarrhea. It is very effective. The three patients who did not follow Qianjintang were cured by it.
"No, one is bleeding spots all over the body and skin necrosis..."
"The other one suffered from headache, vomiting, convulsions, and then died like that..."
"..The other one is edema all over the body..."
At this point, the doctors in the hall began to talk again, obviously frightened by such a sudden death.
Wang Qingchun stopped asking. There was sweat streaming down his forehead. Was it really... a plague?
Impossible...impossible...it has been cured. This is...this is another disease...it has nothing to do with diarrhea!
"Doctor, doctor, the people calling for doctors are crowded. Stop discussing and hurry up and save people." Someone rushed in from outside and shouted.
There was silence in the hall.
"Yes, go and save people quickly." Wang Qingchun shouted.
"Sir, if it is really..." a doctor said tremblingly.
"Have you made a conclusion before I even read it? Are you also a miracle doctor?" Wang Qingchun interrupted him in a deep voice, and walked out first.
The doctor who said this blushed and did not dare to say anything.
When he walked out, the doctors looked at each other and followed him out.
The atmosphere on the street has obviously changed. Four people suddenly died one morning, and there was also the presence of Lady Qi from Qianjintang. Although no one acknowledged it, the shadow of the plague still hung over everyone.
Almost every pharmacy is crowded with people. Rich people come to see a doctor, while poor people bring their patients directly to the pharmacy.
"...Why did you become so heavy all of a sudden?" A family member grabbed the doctor and shouted, "It's obviously just a cold..."
The man on the door panel was holding his stomach and rolling over, shouting that he couldn't scream because he kept vomiting.
"Quickly, get the Danqu!" The doctor shouted with sweat, while facing the family member to comfort him, "Don't be afraid, you will be fine after eating this..."
The family members grabbed him.
"You fucking forgot, you were like this because of eating this the day before yesterday! We are obviously fine!" she shouted.
"Impossible." The doctor shouted, trying to break away, "You remembered it wrong!"
"How could I remember it wrong! You first cut off the abscess of Butcher Wang, and then gave my man the medicine. As a result, he died of pain in the middle of the night last night and had to hold on all night..." the woman shouted, clutching her tightly.
This doctor said, "What on earth are you giving my man to eat? You're going to kill him!"
At this point, someone shouted outside the door.
"Butcher Wang can't do it either!"
As soon as this statement came out, everyone in the drug store was stunned.
"No way, he was still selling meat in the shop yesterday." A waiter shouted.
"What are you kidding me for? There's already a commotion at home over there, and they're coming this way..." The idle man outside the door shouted loudly, "You better be smart and run away..."
The doctor's face was ashen and sweat was pouring from his forehead.
"Impossible, impossible..." he just repeated.
"You murderer of a thousand cuts, what have you done?" the woman who was holding him screamed. Apparently she was frightened out of her mind by the news that Butcher Wang was about to die, and she shook the doctor fiercely.
"I didn't do anything, I didn't do anything." The doctor shouted, his expression was also terrifying, and he suddenly raised his voice, "The epidemic... it's the epidemic... it's the epidemic..."
His suddenly raised voice made the woman startled and let go of her hand.
But at this moment, the man on the door panel fluttered and became motionless. His face turned gray, and he was actually dead.
The people in the room finally let out a scream and rushed out.
Suddenly the pot boiled on the street and people scattered in all directions.
In another pharmacy, a patient was vomiting and vomiting, and the people around him couldn't help but retreated.
"You'll have to spit out the medicine if you feed it...it doesn't work at all..." a doctor shouted tremblingly.
The other one stared blankly at the man who was vomiting until he vomited blood.
"Give me, give me a mask..." He murmured, then turned around and ran out of the house, "Wrap your mouth, nose, head, and face... Hurry up..."
The sound spread in the yard.
Covering up the head, face, and body, I only saw this when I was in Qianjintang...
So to say..To say so..
The remaining doctors in the room slowly backed away.
"Doctor, please save this person quickly..." the patient's family members shouted.
With this shout, instead of approaching, the doctor turned around and ran out.
"...Lime...yes...use lime...and soju...hurry up, hurry up...what else can I say? Yes, burn all the used things..."
The yard suddenly became chaotic.
The chaos in the city naturally spread to those high-ranking families.
"Quick, disinfect twice more today." A man who looked like a master stood in the yard and shouted.
The servants responded in unison. The smell of disinfectant wine and medicine still lingered in the yard, but at this moment no one felt it was unpleasant. Instead, it felt like life-saving incense.
"Have you prepared enough rice and noodles?" the man turned around and asked.
The hostess stepped out, looking nervous but not panicked.
"That's enough. We prepared it early. It's enough for us to stay at home for two months," she said.
"Oh, yes, and..." The man thought of something and took out a piece of paper from his sleeve, read it carefully, and then said, "...the food must be cooked...wash your hands frequently and ventilate...wash your hands...and by the way, those water pipes in Qianjintang
Son, do you still remember?"
The woman nodded.
"Let's divert the well water in our house to this, so that the children and servants can wash their hands in running water..." the man said while looking at the paper.
The woman hurriedly called the housekeeper, and the housekeeper answered, and everyone at home immediately became busy.
"Father and mother." The two children ran out of the house and hugged the woman with some panic. "Are many people dead in the city?"
The woman hurriedly stretched out her hands to comfort them.
"No, no, don't be afraid. Just stay at home and we will be fine." She said softly.
"Yes, we have amulets that can keep our family safe." The man also came over and said, showing the paper in his hand to the two children.
These are the promotional advertisements printed and distributed by Qianjintang.
The older child already recognized some words, and he reached out curiously and clicked on the paper.
"...Thousand...gold...tang..." he read.
"Then stick it up quickly." The younger child didn't care about the words. He just felt that it was different from the previous amulet. There were no paintings on it, but he still urged happily.
The man nodded.
"Post this on the porch. Everyone must read it and remember what is written on it." He said, "This is our life-saving talisman."
The servant next to him hurriedly answered the question.
In the prefect's Yamen, the prefect's wife was busy watching her servants pack packing boxes.
"I told you to leave early, but you didn't listen. Now that I'm fine, I don't know if it's dangerous to go out." She complained.
The prefect stood aside and was sweating anxiously.
"Just don't talk and pack up quickly. You take Xiao Qiao and leave first. I'll have people deliver the things and so on." He stamped his feet and said.
"I'm not leaving." Huang Ziqiao came in from outside, sat on a chair and said loudly, "I'm not leaving as long as Madam Qi is here."
The prefect and his wife looked at him and did not react for a moment.
"With Mrs. Qi here, everything will be fine. I'm not so timid and scared away." Huang Ziqiao also said quickly, coughing to cover up the discomfort of what he just said.
"Oh, you kid, don't say such childish words and come with me quickly," said the prefect's wife.
"What childish words are there? Don't you still know what kind of person and level Mrs. Qi is?" Huang Ziqiao said loudly, sitting on the chair without moving.
What kind of person and level is Mrs. Qi?
She said she would die if she didn't believe it. She said it must be a plague...
The prefect and his wife couldn't help but swallow their saliva.
In fact, they should be the first to understand what kind of person and level this woman is...
So, if you don’t believe that she will die, if you believe in her, can you live?
There were very few people on the street at first, but now it has become lively again, but people are carrying carts and donkeys on their shoulders, dragging their families and families out of the city.
"Are you going to visit relatives and friends?" a passerby asked.
"No, go to Qianjin Hall." the pedestrian replied.
When a large number of people came to Qianjin Hall, Qi Yue was not there.
"You're tired, sit down and have a rest." Chang Yuncheng said, reaching out to support her arm.
They had just come down from a farmer's house in the highlands and walked to a big tree in the village.
Qi Yue put her hand on his arm and wiped the sweat from her forehead with her sleeve.
Chang Yuncheng stood upright and let her lean against him.
"It sounds like septicemia." Qi Yue said, nodding, "Maybe I really worried too much. I cut my leg while working, and it is easy to get infected in the summer, and I spread soil, so it is normal to eventually contract septicemia.
.”
She breathed a sigh of relief.
"The news from other disciples is that people in the village don't have that kind of diarrhea. It doesn't seem to be an epidemic." She continued, "That's great. Let me tell you, I can catch an acute infection even if I don't have that much time.
Although the disease broke out, it seems that my character is still good."
Although Chang Yuncheng didn't understand two or three sentences, he still smiled.
"Little lady." Someone shouted.
The two looked back and saw an old man walking over on crutches.
"I heard that you are doctors?" he asked, "do you provide free medical treatment?"
When Qi Yue visited the village, she naturally couldn't just ask someone who died and how they died, so she showed her identity and offered free treatment.
"Yes, uncle, what's wrong with you?" She took back her hand, stood up straight and asked.
The old man came closer.
"Look, I have a rash on my neck, and it turned into blisters. It looks scary, and I don't dare to open it myself..." He said, tilting his head to let Qi Yue look at his neck.
Chang Yuncheng disliked him for walking slowly, so he stepped over and stretched out his hand to help him.
"Don't move!" Qi Yue shouted suddenly.
This time, Chang Yuncheng stopped. The old man also stopped and looked at her in confusion.
Seeing the woman's smiling face just now, she became shocked.
Oh my god, she is really that big! How good is her character! She is simply not good at all!***(To be continued)