"Where is the person who knows the clue?" Wei He had a glimmer of hope in his heart.
"It's on the other side of Qingqi County, less than a mile from here. I'll take you there."
Jiuying stood up, but staggered slightly and almost fell down.
Fortunately, Wei He quickly stepped forward to help him.
"You need to rest!" He frowned. Just holding Jiuying, he could feel that his body balance was extremely poor. This is not what a martial arts master should look like.
It was obvious that he had not rested for a long time, and he was still injured.
"There is no time to rest." Jiuying shook his head. "More and more people are getting sick. This has become a plague. If we don't find a way..."
"Let's take a walk together. I think I can give you some advice." Wei He thought for a while. With modern scientific research, he already has a deep understanding of the plague, especially in terms of infection. Like Jiuying, he can tell at a glance
I know I didn’t pay attention to spreading this at all.
"Okay." Jiuying was silent for a moment, then nodded. He turned to look at Sun Yan'er who was crying silently.
Sun Yan'er stood in front of the coffin, burning paper money little by little. She seemed not to hear what they were talking about at all.
"Yan'er, I'll be back soon. Don't go anywhere while you're at home." Jiuying warned in a low voice. Finally, he looked at the coffin placed in the middle of the hall and sighed silently.
Walk out of the courtyard with Wei He.
Outside the yard, almost every household around the street was hung with white silk ribbons, and in the distance you could hear the sound of sad music, mixed with subtle cries.
The two of them went out, and not far away, they saw a small earthen house on the right side in front of them, with a little boy with pigtails sitting at the door.
The boy was about five or six years old, wearing dirty gray clothes and gray trousers. He was sitting blankly at the door, staring blankly at the occasional passers-by on the street.
Jiuying saw the boy and recognized it as the child he had seen queuing up to receive the medicinal soup. At that time, his parents gave the child the last bowl of medicinal soup.
"What?" Wei He asked softly when he saw his eyes falling on the boy.
"Nothing." Jiuying shook his head.
However, when the two of them passed by the boy's house, they both saw two rolls of straw mats placed in the yard between the door and two pale corpses lying on the straw mats.
They happened to be a boy and a girl. They should be the boy's parents.
Jiuying lowered his head.
He once poisoned many opponents and enemies, and was also ruthless and poisoned many innocent passers-by.
But at this moment, he didn't know why, but he felt inexplicably uncomfortable.
Wei He didn't know why, but he probably saw some of the situation, and he became silent and stopped talking.
The two soon arrived at the other end of the county, in front of a small, square stone courtyard.
The courtyard door was ajar, and it was quiet inside.
Jiuying went to knock on the door.
Boom, boom, boom.
"Is anyone here?"
There was a somewhat weak response from inside.
"Please come in." It was a man, but he sounded sick. His voice was weak and accompanied by a phlegm sound.
Jiuying brought Wei He in together.
The yard is not big, and there is a small corner in it, where a lot of fruits and vegetables are planted. But now they are all withered.
There is a clothesline tied in the middle, and some clothes are clamped on the top, both for adults and children.
The two of them lowered their heads to avoid their clothes and walked to the back room.
"Hold your breath." Wei He reminded. "The plague is likely to be spread through breathing."
Jiuying nodded.
The two temporarily held their breath and walked into the back room.
The back room was very dark, without lights, and there were bookcases and beds in the corners.
Hanging on the wall are bows and arrows, hunting knives, and several animal skins, including deer and bear, which are quite complete.
A pale man was half lying on the bed, covering his mouth with his hand. The handkerchief in his hand could already see red ooze coming out of it.
"It's the Ninth Pharmacist! Please sit down quickly. My cough is getting worse and worse. I went to get the medicine soup, but it only relieved me for two days, and now it's coming again. How about I give you a prescription?"
The man looked at Jiuying with hope, as if he was placing his hope on him.
The man had a strong build and full of vitality. He looked like a martial arts practitioner. Wei He noticed that the joints on the backs of his hands were covered with a thick layer of calluses.
Obviously, he had practiced boxing at this time.
"Let me take a look at you first." Jiuying came closer and carefully began to feel his pulse and check various symptoms.
Wei He watched quietly from the side.
He casually picked up the recording cloth Jiuying put aside and looked at the handwriting written on it.
'The fifth variant of the disease: vomiting blood, fever, inflammation of the corners of the eyes, thick nasal discharge, red spots on the tongue coating. There are cracks, cold hands and feet, and a fever in the trunk. It is ineffective after taking the fourth prescription. The condition can only be suppressed and rebounds two days after the effect of the drug.
Aggravated....'
Not long after, Jiuying looked at the condition, prescribed a prescription, and comforted the man a few words. He also asked about the location of the cave where the silkworm record was seen.
"I don't remember that place. I got lost at night, but I had a good partner in the woods, a squirrel. He took me there to hide for the night," the man replied.
"Squirrel?" Jiuying and Wei He were both a little surprised.
"Yes, I call him Xiaoling because his tail is pointed, like a water chestnut." The man replied with a smile.
"Then, can you let it lead the way for us?" Wei He said softly, "Don't worry, we will reward you."
"Xiao Ling is very timid. If you go, he won't come out. Only if I go there can she take the lead and lead the way." The man shook his head and said helplessly.
"Okay." Jiuying nodded.
No matter what he said was true, he still wanted to let them help him treat his illness in exchange before going.
It is true that this person must be cured first.
Fortunately, the man briefly mentioned a few words about the detailed description of silk power. After Wei He listened to it, and compared it with the silk power that Wang Shaojun had experienced for him before, he believed most of it.
With a man who is not even a martial arts master, it is obviously unrealistic to know so many real details.
Soon, Jiuying gave the man some instructions before leaving the yard with Wei He.
"How is it?" Wei He asked.
"It's very difficult. My previous judgment was only partially correct. This plague is not rooted in breathing, but in the kidneys!" Jiuying said solemnly.
"Insufficient kidney water? Deficiency of kidney yin? An imbalance of yin and yang in the whole body caused by injury from external evils?" Wei He frowned.
"It's not that simple. I have made two prescriptions based on this idea, but they are useless. The evil must be eliminated first. But what type of evil it is, I haven't found out yet. I need more patients to compare.
Yes." Jiuying explained.
"What do you need from me? Just tell me." Wei He also understood that now was the critical moment.
This plague outbreak is spreading too fast. Based on what he heard in the restaurant before, it is feared that it has begun to spread rapidly in half of Taizhou.
And even if he didn't have silk power clues, he was prepared for the plague in advance. After all, if his relatives and friends also contracted the disease, it would be too late to prepare by then.
"I need manpower to sort and investigate. Then I need people to help me process a large amount of medicinal materials, make soup, isolate..." Jiuying said quickly.
"Okay!" Wei He nodded.
Although Wanqingmen today has a small number of people, there is still no problem with this small number of people.
As for medicinal materials, they are only a small amount of money.
With the cooperation of the two, a new diagnosis and treatment hospital specifically for plague was soon established in Qingqi County.
The county government also sent people to provide full assistance. Although they were not as efficient as the martial arts experts from Wanqing Sect, they could still be considered as capable.
Jiuying organized several pharmacists and together they set up dozens of beds placed on fine iron boards in the spacious courtyard.
Although these fine iron boards are very hard to sleep on, they are easy to disinfect. Pouring a pot of boiling water on them can kill 99% of bacteria and viruses.
This is also the suggestion put forward by Wei He.
Everyone put on simple masks and began to admit various patients in the county.
Jiuying's good friend Lao Sun and his wife both died, so he promised to save the last two children in his friend's family.
So if we still can’t find out the type of plague evil and how to deal with it after this trip, then...
The skilled workers from Wanqing Gate wore masks, rinsed their hands with running water, and began to help.
Weak and coughing patients were brought in one by one and laid on the bed.
The sound of violent coughing and coughing up blood could be heard throughout the yard from time to time.
All kinds of medicinal materials flowed into the yard like flowing water, and then he arranged for people to brew the medicine.
Wei He walked out of the courtyard, and there were already many people lining up outside.
Today in Qingqi County, there are not many pharmacists who dare to open their doors to admit patients even though they know that the plague is contagious.
So as soon as Jiuying opened the door and put up the sign, many patients immediately came over.
At this moment, a man with blood on his chest was quickly carried in.
The man was breathing rapidly, his face was pale, and strangely, his ears were unusually red.
Along with the man, there were two children, a sister who looked six or seven years old, and a boy who was only three or four years old.
The two of them held hands and stood aside, looking anxiously at the man being sent in.
My elder sister is very sensible. She strokes her younger brother's hair from time to time and comforts him not to cry. Daddy will be out soon.
"Sect Master, Master Jiu will let you in for a moment." A Wanqing Sect disciple came out and whispered to Wei He.
"Yeah." Wei He nodded, turned around and entered the yard.
Go into the back room.
The room was filled with the strong smell of medicinal soup.
Jiuying was using a thin red glass tube to take a sample of the saliva from the man's mouth.
The man was breathing rapidly, his face was getting paler, and his nostrils began to bleed.
"Pharmacist...am I incurable?" He asked with difficulty.
"..." Jiuying wanted to say a few words to comfort him. But the man in front of him had almost all his internal organs burned out, and his whole body was like a boiled-dry kettle, with no trace of yin at all.
It's a miracle that it lasts until now.
Even the blood he shed was as thick as syrup.
"But I don't want to die..." the man struggled. "Help me, pharmacist! Please... help me...!"
His voice was choked with sobs.
"I really don't want to die... What will they do if I die? They are only seven years old, so big. If someone bullies them in the future, they will have no food or clothing... I don't want to.
.I don’t want to die...woo...".
Suddenly there was a pop, and a large mouthful of blood gushes out of the man's mouth.
Thick blood blocked his throat. He struggled to say something, but it was too late.
Blood and water kept pouring out of his mouth and nose, and he struggled like a fish on the beach, with tears and snot dripping down his face.
After struggling for a while, he finally stopped moving.
The pupils of his eyes slowly blurred.
There is no breath anymore.
Jiuying sighed and waved his hand, indicating that the body should be carried out.
In just half a day of diagnosis and treatment, more than six patients died in front of him. Others died on the way to the hospital.
"Let's take the side door." A Wanqing sect disciple on the side couldn't help but said.
"He also has two children outside."
Jiuying paused.
"Where are the rest of his family?"
"This man is a widower. He and his two children are the only ones at home."
"...Then take the side door." Jiuying nodded and said helplessly.