Barra held gauze and wound powder in his hands, but his eyes looked down the hill through the window, and his bloodshot eyes were full of worry and helplessness.

Luo Zhaoyang looked at Barra, who was standing there motionless, and he followed Bala's gaze and looked out of the window.

Outside, except for the green leaves that could not be seen, he could not see the slightest sign of people outside, and judging from such a situation, he was very likely to be in a deep mountain and old forest now, and the only thing that was certain was that there was a father and daughter accompanying him here.

As a father, Bara made Luo Zhaoyang excited, but for the daughter in his mouth, Luo Zhaoyang couldn't understand why she could put such a heavy hand on a patient like herself, if he really wanted him to give an explanation, the only explanation was that she was psychopathic, and he couldn't think of any reason other than that.

Looking at Bala with a worried face, Luo Zhaoyang faintly felt that he had some difficulties, although he was seriously injured now, he was still grateful for Bala's life-saving grace.

"Is there something going on at the foot of this mountain, and where is Bazhai?" Luo Zhaoyang covered his wound, gritted his teeth and endured the pain and asked.

Listening to Luo Zhaoyang's question, Bala reacted from the endless worry, looking at Luo Zhaoyang's uncomfortable appearance, he immediately walked over, and while helping Luo Zhaoyang untie the gauze, he said: "Bazhai is at the bottom of the mountain, there is a serious plague in the village, and it has spread very seriously, and now all the ways out of the village have been closed to the troops for martial law, no one is allowed to enter or leave, and even food can only be airdropped." ”

After Bala finished speaking, he turned his head to look at the sky again, as if expecting something to appear in the sky again.

"They don't let anyone in or out, but what about the doctors, and the doctors aren't sent in?" Luo Zhaoyang listened to what Bala said, and he asked a little incomprehensibly, although it is said that the cottage is a disaster area, at least there should be humanitarian relief.

"It's not that they don't want to come in, it's that if they come in again, there will only be one more patient, and the infection rate of the doctors and nurses who come in is 90 percent, so when there is no better way to prevent it, the most important thing is to control the number of patients." Bala sighed deeply, although the people in the clan had already driven him out of the village, but every day looking at the Bazhai under the mountain, Bala didn't want to go back all the time and become a member of the Bazhai again, after all, he was Bala's person, and he also hoped that he could be forgiven after death.

"Then what now, if there is no way, then you can only watch the villagers die, and just let it go?" Luo Zhaoyang is a doctor, and his grandfather has taught him the truth of saving lives since he was a child, although he also understands that such an approach is also a helpless move, but after listening to such a thing, he still can't control the excitement in his heart.

"Now we can only help ourselves, and we are very satisfied to be able to give me the necessary food and medicine." Bala threw aside the mass of gauze that had been untied from Luo Zhaoyang's body, and looking at the wound that had opened again, he immediately asked Luo Zhaoyang to lie down, then took a bottle and sprinkled some of the medicinal powder in it on the wound.

When the powder fell on the wound, there was a burning sensation at first, but that feeling became more comfortable as time passed, and the bleeding wound stopped bleeding because of the powder.

Looking at Barana's skillful movements, Luo Zhaoyang knew that Bala should also be a doctor, but without other equipment, he used his own earthwork, and such earthwork played a certain role in both his condition and the plague.

"So what's going on down the hill now? What kind of plague is so stake? Luo Zhaoyang asked with concern out of professional habits.

Although doctors can't always hope that the world will be in chaos to achieve the purpose of saving lives and protecting the wounded, it is a very rare experience for a doctor to have such an opportunity and encounter such a case, and Luo Zhaoyang is no exception.

Luo Zhaoyang grew up, although he followed his grandfather to sit in the museum for consultation, but they are all some common cases, and the things that really make them helpless have really not encountered them, for things like the plague, for the current society that has been vaccinated since childhood, it is already very rare, even if it is not once in a hundred years, at least it is a few decades.

"I secretly went to the bottom of the mountain a few days ago, and from the patient's symptoms, I was preliminarily diagnosed with plague, although the National Prevention and Control Center has already listed this plague as a strong epidemic, contagious, and widely distributed infectious disease as the target of key screening, but in our rural mountains and mountains, more people believe that wild meat has a taste effect, and it is precisely because they have eaten some wild mountain animals, which may also be the real reason for the occurrence of the plague this time." Barra analyzed the outbreak based on what he saw.

Luo Zhaoyang listened to Bala's analysis, he pondered for a while and then said: "It is recorded in the hundred grass drawings that any medicine is mutually reinforcing, and our traditional Chinese medicine is to study one thing to reduce one thing, and it is sometimes a good way to fight poison with poison." ”＝

"How do you know pathology?" Barra listened to Luo Zhaoyang talk about these hundred sketches that only doctors would hang on their lips, he stopped his hand and asked curiously.

These days, he has been thinking about finding someone to study the medicine well, even if he can't find the formula for the plague, at least he can find a prescription to control the disease, so that outside doctors and experts can be stationed to understand the patient's situation, develop the serum as soon as possible, and let the patient recover as soon as possible.

"I'll tell you the truth, I'm a son of a medical family, specializing in traditional Chinese medicine, although I can't say that I am in Shenhuatuo, but I still have some experience in general incurable diseases." Luo Zhaoyang is not modest, he has absolute confidence in his medical skills, if he is not seriously injured now, he will definitely ask Bara to take him to see the patient now, because he really wants to see if the person who has the plague is really as recorded in his grandfather's medical book.

"That's great, I'll just say that God sent you here for his purpose." Bara listened to Luo Zhaoyang introduce himself like this, and he stood up excitedly.

"Ah, be careful." Luo Zhaoyang screamed, because at this moment, Bala was too excited, and the gauze in his hand pulled hard, so that Luo Zhaoyang's wound couldn't help but tighten, and the pain came over immediately.

"I'm sorry, I'm so happy, I'll show you the prescription I'm prescribing now, you give me some pointers, I want to know if that medicine is not used enough." Barra said a little embarrassed, and as he spoke, he bandaged the gauze, which was already scarce.

For the medicinal properties and dosage of the hundred herbs, Bala thinks that he is still very clear and very understanding, judging from the situation of the old club just now, the prescription he prepared can indeed inhibit the aggravation of the disease, but for the condition to improve, it seems that it is not necessarily, although Luo Zhaoyang is younger than him, but for Bala, who has a strong desire for knowledge, it seems that he must ask questions without shame, and only in this way can he believe that his medical skills can go further.

"I can't give advice, let's study and study together." Luo Zhaoyang endured the pain, supported his body with his hands, and with Bala's support, he was finally able to sit up again.

"Then you just wait now, I'll go and I'll be back." Barra rubbed his hands, his excited look was even more excited than when he was going to marry Yinling's grandmother, and when he stepped out of the door, he couldn't even tell the difference between east and west.

And just as Bara was about to go back to find his things, Silver Bell took a wooden stick in one hand, and went around angrily, looking at Bala's face with a kind of joy, she immediately greeted her, puffed out her pink cheeks, and said angrily: "Abba, you have to call the shots for me, someone is bullying me." ”

"Who ate the leopard's gall and dared to bully my daughter?" Looking at his daughter's sad expression, the smile on Barra's face disappeared all of a sudden, Yinling is his only daughter, not to mention bullying her, even if he has been wronged a little, he will definitely seek justice for her, he wants to prove to Yinling that she can be very happy without her mother.

"It's the guy in the room, he ......, he bullies me." Yinling was embarrassed to say anything about Luo Zhaoyang's kiss, and when the scene of her and Luo Zhaoyang kissing resurfaced in her mind, her face turned red.

"He bullied you, and you used this stick to teach him a lesson?" Barra listened to Silverbell say this, and he looked back, as if he wanted to confirm again, after all, he didn't want this one thing to be wrong.

"Yes, just now I wanted to go in and help you take care of him, but he did, he ......" Yinling didn't know how to tell Abba the truth about her first kiss being taken away, after all, that kind of thing was an unspeakable thing for her.

"What's wrong with him?" Barra frowned, he was skeptical of his daughter's accusations, he believed that his daughter would target the young man who looked kind, but he also believed that with Luo Zhaoyang's injury, it should be difficult for him to do anything excessive to Yinling, but he was willing to believe that there was a misunderstanding between them.

"Abba, why do you ask so much, anyway, he is bullying me, you must be the master of me, I will kill him." Silverbell threw the stick in her hand, quickly reached out and drew the dagger from Barra's waist, and prepared to rush into the house in a rage.

"Stand still? I told you not to go into the house, why are you disobedient, and now that you have been wronged a little, you want your father's life that he worked so hard to save, and you are still finished? Marat pulled the silver bell back, snatched the dagger from her hand, and said unhappily.

He could see from the conversation with Luo Zhaoyang just now that Luo Zhaoyang should not be a shameless person, and now his daughter is so reckless, which makes him a little unhappy, because it makes him feel that his daughter does not look like a girl at all, but is as impulsive as some boys, and she is so strong.