We have been working together for several years. From the beginning of the Wusha Plague until now, although the brothers in the Wucheng Institute have been dealing with people who have suffered from the plague every day, they are still lucky. No one has been infected for half a month.
plague.
But who knew that he would be tricked all of a sudden.
Lao He didn't know what he was feeling in his heart at this moment. There were old people and young people in the family, so he couldn't let go just like this.
But he also knew that once contracted from this plague, there was little chance of recovery.
Lao He looked like he wanted to cry but couldn't. He was no longer smiling like before.
But Xiao Yuan, who was also infected with the plague, couldn't help crying.
Xiao Yuan was still young and had not yet gotten married. This time he contracted the plague and his heart was broken.
Xiao Ci looked solemn: "What's the hurry? We'll wait until the imperial doctor comes to examine it."
Even though he said this, he knew in his heart that the two men were inseparable from the plague.
The soldiers and horses of the five cities patrolled the city every day, searching from house to house for anyone infected with the plague. They also knew the symptoms of the plague.
There was no need to wait for the imperial doctor to come, Lao He already knew his fate.
Xiao Ci stayed in the room for a while and then came out. Not long after, the imperial doctor was also invited, and he went inside for a detailed diagnosis. When he came out, he could only sigh.
Those who are fighting on the front line are most afraid of this kind of thing.
He only said to Xiao Ci: "Your Majesty, it's Wusha plague, so we have to isolate it."
The entire western part of the city has been designated as a quarantine zone, but so far no one has been able to survive.
Xiao Ci said in response: "I understand." After a pause, he added: "The Crown Prince has a Bishui Villa that is usually vacant, and it is on the outskirts of the city. I think it will be okay for me to arrange for them to go there."
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The imperial doctor thought for a while: "As long as it is handled properly, it will be fine."
Xiao Ci was a reliable person. The imperial doctor came to see them in the morning. Before noon, he had arranged the matter and led a carriage to send Lao He and Xiao Yuan to the Bishui Villa to settle down.
Bishui Villa is large and empty, and there are no people inside. The two of them are placed in a remote place, and they are served with soup, medicine and food every day. It is not as desperate as the quarantine area in the west of the city.
But if the Wusha plague is not solved in one day, and if we have people waiting for us day after day, our heart will collapse.
When Song Qinghuan found out about this, it was already dark. Liujian came back from delivering food to Xiao Ci and said, "Your Majesty told me not to deliver food to Wuchengsuo from tomorrow on."
At that time, the mourning hall of the Song family was set up. Song Qinghuan accompanied Song Wende and Song Qingyan to watch the night, and saw that Liu Jian came out from the mourning hall to talk.
Hearing this, he asked: "Why?"
Liu Jian did not hide anything and told everything he knew: "Two people in Wucheng were found to be infected with the plague this morning. Today they were sent to Bishui Villa for isolation. Everyone in Wucheng became panicked.
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Xiao Ci was also afraid that the Six Swordsmen would unknowingly catch the disease, and then pass it on to Song Qinghuan unknowingly.
Although Song Qinghuan did not see the seriousness of the plague with her own eyes, she knew how serious the disease was from the letters written by the imperial doctors that Liujian obtained for her.
Otherwise, it would have been impossible for the entire hospital to be under control after such a long time.
"Is there something wrong, Your Majesty?" Song Qinghuan asked anxiously, feeling worried in his heart.
For a moment, I felt that there were too many things going on recently. Before the epidemic was under control, Mrs. Song died, and the people in Wuchengsuo were infected with the plague again.
It seems that the sachets she made last time have no effect.
Liu Jian said: "The prince is fine, but the prince said that it is not easy for him to come to the Hou Mansion now. I hope the prince and Mrs. Hou will forgive me."
Song Qinghuan responded: "I know about this."
He added: "All you have to do is obey the prince's instructions."
After saying that, he went to the other end of the mourning hall to keep vigil, and then explained Xiao Ci's difficulties.
Song Wende waved his hand and said indifferently: "Business matters are important."
Xiao Yun then pulled Song Qinghuan and said, "Prince Rui must be careful. I didn't expect that all the soldiers and horses in the five cities would be infected with this poison. I'm afraid the whole Kyoto will be even more chaotic."
He sighed again: "I don't know when this plague will be over."
Song Qinghuan could only say a few words, so he had nothing to say.
Due to the rampant plague, Mrs. Song's funeral could not be held in a big way. After three days of mourning, she chose an auspicious time to carry her to the ancestral grave on the other side of Nanshan Mountain and bury her in the earth.
Mrs. Song had only one last wish before she died. Although it was not a good idea because her parents had different acupoints, Song Wende still respected her wishes and dug another coffin cavity for her.
On the day of his burial, Xiao Ci came. He went back to Prince Rui's Mansion early in the morning to freshen up and change into clean plain clothes.
Song Qinghuan told Chunlan Qiulan to take good care of Xiao Jingchuan and Xiao Jingtong, but she followed him for several days without returning to the palace.
When the couple met, both of them looked tired and looked tired.
Song Qinghuan was fine, as long as the old lady died, it would be over, but Xiao Ci didn't know when that would happen.
Xiao Ci has really not been having an easy time these days. He has lost a lot of weight. The plain clothes he wears are still made according to the previous sizes by the needle and thread in the house. Now they are a bit too big for him.
When Song Qinghuan saw him, he asked, "Have you heard any news about the plague from the Imperial Hospital?"
Fortunately, the Wucheng Office has only two people, Lao He and Xiao Yuan, isolated, but the Prince's Mansion and Shuntian Mansion have also sent four or five there in the past two days.
Now it is not the people who are panicking, but these people.
Xiao Ci looked very unhappy. When he heard this, he shook his head and sighed again. Without hiding anything from Song Qinghuan, he said in a low voice: "Several people have died in the palace. There is a panic everywhere."
The plague in Beijing lasted for twenty days, and the news had already leaked out. In some poor and unstable places, some people had already taken advantage of this opportunity to rebel.
Song Qinghuan frowned: "Why is this plague so severe?"
In her limited memory and knowledge, she didn't know when there had been a plague that lasted for so long.
Everyone in the Tai Hospital has made technical mistakes and is experienced. There is no reason why they haven’t come up with any countermeasures against these plagues for so long.
And no matter how we isolate those people, it keeps spreading.
Song Qinghuan pulled Xiao Cixing aside and asked in a low voice: "Do you think this is not a plague?"
Xiao Ci looked stern, looked around, and lowered his voice: "What do you mean?"
Song Qinghuan couldn't explain. She always felt that something was a little strange. Logically speaking, once someone was found to be infected with the epidemic, they would be immediately quarantined, and those who were not infected would not be infected again as long as they disinfected their homes and stopped coming into contact with infected people.
But Xiao Ci and the people in the Wucheng Office would find new sick people every day, which made Song Qinghuan feel very strange.
