Mu Jin blinked, and then followed the stationed doctor to the tent where the young man was.

It was the darkest hour of the night, and the exhausted wounded were lying in their tents.

The young man who was sent over in the morning was lying at the door of the tent, convulsions, shivering, his face flushed, and his mouth unconsciously shouted: "Cold, so cold!"

Mu Jin went to touch his pulse, and the doctor stationed there said anxiously: "When I was about a child, I had a high fever, I poured some antipyretic medicine into him, and when he saw that the fever had subsided, he asked the person next to him to take care of it, and I went to check on other patients, who knew that it was only two hours, and it burned like this again." ”

Mu Jin let go of his hand, lifted the young man's eyelids again, and observed carefully, for a moment, his hand paused, and untied the cloth belt on the young man's leg.

"Mu Niangzi, what are you doing here?" the stationed doctor said in a puzzled low voice.

Because of his voice, the people in the tent woke up one after another, and looked at the young man lying on the ground with a look of trepidation.

In just a few days, they have seen many people die of their injuries.

"Poor, I escaped the catastrophe but I couldn't escape my life. ”

A low murmur of chatter rang out in the tent, and the atmosphere in the tent slowly became oppressive and dull.

Mu Jin untied the bandages on the young man's legs in this dull atmosphere, and after the layers of cloth were untied, he found that the wound that pulled out the branch yesterday was faintly covered with a white abscess.

Mu Jin's pupils shrank slightly, and he heard the stationed doctor whisper in surprise: "This is suppuration!"

Mu Jin didn't speak, gently wrapped the bandage back, and looked around the tent with his eyes.

The awake people in the tent all looked at Mu Jin with hope, "Mu Niangzi, is he still saved?"

Mu Jin nodded, smiled slightly, and his voice was firm and low, "Well, there will be help." ”

After that, he glanced at Holly, "Ask someone to carry him under the porch first." ”

Holly called two soldiers on night duty to come in and carry the boy out, Mu Jin turned around and walked out of the tent, and whispered to the soldiers who were keeping vigil outside the tent, "Go and invite Lord Yu to come over." ”

Yu Yang came quickly, and during this period, Mu Jin had already woken up all the people brought by Xinglintang.

"Mu Niangzi, but what's the urgency?" Yu Yang looked at Mu Jin with a worried face.

This time is the time when people are most tired, if there is no emergency, Mu Niangzi will not let people wake her up.

Mu Jin nodded, his expression was solemn, and he said in a low voice: "The young man I treated this morning is a little bad, I went to see ...... just now"

She paused, her eyes swept over everyone in front of her, and her voice was very low, "It's sepsis!"

Everyone looked at her blankly, sepsis?

Mu Jin explained softly: "The main manifestations of this disease are chills, high fever, headache, vomiting, rapid breathing, and in severe cases, metastatic abscess or death. ”

The last word death, Mu Jin said very lightly.

But everyone's faces changed.

"Is it contagious?" asked the garrison doctor, his lips quivering.

Mu Jin shook his head, "It's not contagious, but it's an infectious disease, and according to our current health conditions, many injuries may have this disease." ”

It's like a contagion.

Everyone's faces became heavy.

"Then what now?" Yu Yang looked at Mu Jin with blank eyes.

"We went separately to check on the bleeding patients, and we cleaned up a house in the back yard and gathered all the people who might be infected into one house, and I took care of it myself. Mu Jin said.

Without further ado, everyone rushed into action.

Perhaps because of the inspection in the early morning and night, many people woke up and watched Mu Jin and his party shuttling through various tents in disbelief.

By the time it was dawn, all the patients had been examined.

Everyone's face is not good-looking, and almost a third of them are infected.

And it is not certain whether the rest of the people will be infected later.

Yu Yang led people to send all the confirmed infections to the innermost house in the back.

The original patient of the house had been moved to a tent outside.

Mu Jin began to check all the patients brought in one by one, and first prescribed a prescription for them to decoction and reduce their fever, if they continue to burn like this, people will burn out.

They checked and quarantined the sick immediately, causing panic among the already panicked people, and the news soon spread throughout the temple.

"My lord, are those people sick with the plague?"

"What?

"Oh my God, how can there be a plague? Let's go!"

"Where are you going? There's a flood everywhere outside!"

"That's better than waiting to die here!"

As more and more people were talking, the entire Dongshan Temple was enveloped in an atmosphere of panic, and more and more injured people struggled to stand up and ran out the door.

"Don't panic, don't be afraid, there is no plague!" Yu Yang shouted at the gate of the temple now.

How could people frightened by the fear of death listen to him.

"It's not the plague, why are those people being isolated in solitary condition?"

"Phew, it's all this time, you still want to lie to us, I have seen those people who were carried away, the high fever does not go away, and it is still straight to the pendulum, which is clearly a symptom of the plague. ”

"Open the temple door quickly, let us out, let us out!"

More and more people supported each other and walked towards the temple gate, they were all injured, Yu Yang couldn't do anything to them, he could only be forced to retreat step by step, and retreated to the temple gate in a moment.

He tried to continue to communicate with them, these people's lives were desperately saved by the brothers in front, if there was no one to protect them, they went out to Dongshan Temple, and it was very likely that they would encounter another flood.

It's a pity that no one can listen to these truths now.

Yu Yang's voice was hoarse, and the people around the door became more and more excited.

"Lord Yu, open the door!" a low, determined voice pierced through the noise and came.

The cacophony suddenly fell silent.

Everyone turned their heads one after another, and the girl standing under the corridor of the hall behind them looked at them calmly, with a faint expression, although the clothes on her body were a little dirty, they did not hide her calm and calm temperament.

She just stood there quietly, and everyone looked at her and felt at peace.

Yu Yang looked hesitant, "Mu Niangzi, this door can't be opened." ”

The patients were suddenly unhappy again, "Mu Niangzi has said it's open, open the door quickly!"

"Yes, open the door!"

Suddenly there was a lot of noise in front of the door.

Yu Yang looked at the injuries that were about to squeeze on him, and then looked at Mu Jin, who was quiet in the corridor, sighed, stomped his feet, and opened the door.

The wounded were overjoyed, raised their feet and prepared to rush out the door.

Behind him, he remembered Mu Jin's indifferent voice, "Before everyone steps out of this door, I have a few words to make clear to you first!"