Wu can also receive the order, I am willing to fight this disease with what I have learned all my life. Wu Youke was reused by Wang Zezhi and was a little moved.

Really speaking, he and Wang Zezhi have only met once, and on this side, Wang Zezhi values him so much and supports him without reservation, it is impossible to say that he is not moved.

"Okay, you go and treat the people who are coming.

Yang Zhihui, come with me. ”

Yang Zhihui trembled and followed behind Wang Zezhi, his aggrieved eyes red.

He has been with Wang Zezhi for so long, and he has no merit and hard work.

Besides, there are not 1,000 but 800 sergeants he has treated, not to mention the hard work, there must be merit.

Now Wang Zezhi refutes his face in front of all his apprentices, and reuses an outsider who doesn't know what the way is.

"Do you feel aggrieved?" When he arrived at the big tent in the army, Wang Zezhi asked Yang Zhihui, whose eyes were red.

"The subordinates don't dare." Yang Zhihui replied respectfully.

From his respect, Wang Zezhi felt a deliberate estrangement.

"This disease is not an ordinary typhoid fever, but a plague, do you see it?" Wang Zezhi asked.

Yang Zhihui was shocked, and he looked at Wang Zezhi in disbelief.

Why did Wang Zezhi think that this ordinary disease of typhoid fever was a plague?

Unless Wang Zezhi is the reincarnation of Hua Tuo, this sentence alone cannot convince Yang Zhihui.

"I know you're not convinced, the facts will prove everything, don't ask anything now, just obey.

From this day on, you will be Mr. Wu's deputy, restraining your apprentice and fully supporting him in healing the people of this plague.

Also, order your disciples to wear face towels, this plague spreads between breaths. ”

"Yes." Yang Zhihui bowed respectfully and retreated.

Wang Zezhi's words alone couldn't convince him, so Yang Zhihui didn't believe it.

Although he didn't believe that these people were suffering from the plague, he still ordered the disciples who were cured to wear face towels according to Wang Zezhi's request.

Even if these people don't get the plague, it's okay to wear a towel to protect against other diseases.

"Senior brother, senior brother, what's wrong with you?" As soon as Yang Zhihui arrived at the camp where the people were healed, someone shouted.

When Yang Zhihui heard this, he immediately ran over, and only his apprentices were called senior brothers here.

"Get out of the way, let the teacher take the pulse." Yang Zhihui called out the crowd around him and took the pulse.

"You have typhoid fever, how can you faint?" Yang Zhixuan asked very puzzled.

"Wow~" As soon as Yang Zhihui finished speaking, another apprentice in the crowd opened his mouth and vomited.

He vomited and fell down, and the brothers around him saw this and immediately helped him up.

"Quick, put the two of them on the ground and lie down, everyone disperse, don't get together." Wu Youke, who was healing the people, was alarmed, and he walked over.

Wang Ze ordered these people to cooperate with Wu Youke, but these people were all Yang Zhihui's apprentices, and they looked at Yang Zhihui with hesitation.

"Whatever you do, listen to him."

These people received Yang Zhihui's permission and dispersed one after another.

Wu Youke stepped forward to check the pulse of the two of them, and asked the vomiting man to stick out his tongue.

"The furious gas has entered the body, not into the membrane original, and there is still salvation, have you treated a patient with typhoid fever recently?" Wu Youke asked the person who was vomiting.

"Yes, yesterday a few sergeants contracted typhoid fever, and my brother and I treated them." The vomiting medic said weakly.

"It's bad, quickly find those sergeants to come back, if these sergeants don't come back, they will spread ten or ten, and hundreds will be passed on by thousands, and if this continues, the army will be finished." Wu Youke said anxiously to Yang Zhihui.

Yang Zhihui saw the scene in front of him, he still didn't believe Wu Youke, he felt that Wu Youke was just a blind cat who met a dead mouse, and he was lucky.

"This is a very important matter, I need to ask your Excellency." Yang Zhihui agreed suspiciously and went to Wang Zezhi.

"What? Luo Cong, find the list of sergeants who saw a doctor yesterday, and you must find someone for me within half an hour. ”

"Yes." Luo Cong was ordered to find someone.

Yang Zhihui stared at Wang Zezhi with a confused expression, he didn't expect Wang Zezhi to be so concerned about this matter.

Others don't know the severity of this plague, but Wang Zezhi does.

If he didn't find out the pestilence-stricken soldiers, his army would be doomed.

"I repeat, fully support Mr. Wu, understand?" Wang Zezhi said sternly to Yang Zhihui with red eyes.

"Yes, my subordinates obey." No matter how stupid Yang Zhihui is, it can be seen from all kinds of details that this disease is extraordinary.

Yang Zhihui didn't dare to hesitate and retreated.

When Yang Zhihui came to the medical point again, Wu Youke had already placed his two apprentices.

They were placed in the same camp with red strings tied around their wrists.

"Come and stick out your tongue, well, it's okay, it's just a bad stomach, just grab the medicine according to the prescription."

Wu Youke has prepared a lot of ropes around him, some red and gray.

Only those who have the plague will be put on a red rope, and for ordinary diseases, he will just prescribe a prescription for them to take medicine by themselves.

The focus was on the people who had typhoid fever, and among these people, the odds were high for the plague.

He divided the people into confirmed and suspected patients, who were put on ash ropes and assigned to separate camps.

"Mr. Wu, how is my apprentice?" Yang Zhihui asked worriedly.

"They're fine, they've already prescribed medicine to make people suffer, don't worry, I'll do my best to heal them."

Please take the trouble to take a hand in this matter. ”

There were too many people who came to see the doctor, and they all came after hearing the announcement that there was a free treatment for typhoid fever.

There are too many people, and Wu is too busy.

"I have to ask my sir how to tell the difference."

"Well, indeed, that's the case..."Wu Youke explained to Yang Zhihui seriously, and Yang Zhihui wrote it down seriously.

Later, he got into the groove and began screening patients who might have the plague.

However, those people who suffered from typhoid fever were ordinary typhoid fever in Yang Zhihui's eyes, and it was difficult for him to distinguish them for a while.

Fortunately, when Wu Youke encountered difficulties, he would correct him in time and tell him the details, and after diagnosing a few people, Yang Zhihui was finally able to accurately distinguish which people were sick with the plague.

In the serious state of work, time passed quickly, and half an hour passed in the blink of an eye.

"Yang Zhihui, come over here." Wang Zezhi wore a face towel and beckoned to Yang Zhihui in the medical center.

"All the sergeants who came to be treated yesterday with a cold have been found, two of them died violently last night, and the rest of the people, as well as the sergeants in their camp, including the two sergeants who buried them, have all been brought here, and now they will be handed over to you for good treatment."

Wang Zezhi said to Yang Zhihui seriously.

After Yang Zhihui heard the news, he really became serious.

The people who came to see him died violently yesterday, and they passed the plague on to his disciples, so it doesn't mean that his disciples may also die violently.

People are like this, they don't care about themselves, and they get anxious when it comes to themselves.

"The subordinates understand, and the subordinates must go all out." This time, Yang Zhihui really understood.