Chapter 234: Hard Stubble
Streamer's father left early, but after he died, he left his daughter a family in a village, and brought Liu Xia back to cover her, although he was a thief who was shouted and beaten by the government every day, he lived a carefree life, and he could worship idols, so Streamer has always been a little girl who has not grown up. But the fact that the prince washed Bailing with blood and could never go back to Qingtianzhai made her grow up overnight, and her hatred was hard to eliminate.
The streamer is still good to Yurui, but it is not frivolous, and the smile is rare, and the heroic sword eyebrows are always together, not allowing himself to relax for a moment, and his face has become a cold face. As if only in this way could she be worthy of her dead brother.
"The people of Zayu Mountain are hostile to the imperial court." Streamer's temperament has changed greatly, and at the same time, he understands the sophistication of human feelings, and his eyes are becoming sharper, and he said to Lan Shengjian, "I don't think you can stay here for a long time, you persuade Miss Yurui." β
Lan Sheng said in a low voice, "It's to go." Tomorrow after sunset, the slaughterhouse will begin, and staying here is a dead end. β
Yurui's face turned pale in an instant, and she covered her mouth.
Streamer hated, "Prince? β
Lan Sheng nodded, "He never takes human life seriously. β
"I'm going to kill him." The streamer's hand rests on the handle of the knife and trembles.
Lan Sheng didn't want to hit her, but not telling the truth would cause a tragedy, "The crown prince is now in the middle of the sky, you can't get close to him at all, so don't talk about killing him all day." You are Yurui's nurse, and if you are not careful, she will suffer with you. If you want to kill him, you can. Wait for you to leave Nanyue Mansion, fade out of people's sight, and kill again in eight or nine years. When the time comes, the Nanyue clan will have nothing to do with you at all. β
Streamer's eyes widened, but she pursed her lips tightly. There is no rebuttal. She knew that Lan Sheng was right.
Yurui pulled Lansheng's sleeve and shook her head to signal her not to say any more, "Eldest sister, it's really not a plague. Although their symptoms are similar, and if left untreated, they will definitely die, but they can control their condition after taking medicine. If it is a plague, medicine will not work. We just need to find out the cause and show the court that there is no danger of spreading to the whole city. β
"That's what I said, but can you find it?" The sanitary condition of Zayu Mountain is indeed terrible. She didn't know about other plagues. I'm really afraid of the plague.
"If you can't find it, you have to find it, I can't die without help." This is Yurui's determination.
Lan Sheng has his own opinion, "Yurui, I can only wait until sunset tomorrow." Even if you are knocked unconscious when the time comes. I'll take you out too. Sentient beings have nothing to do with me. In this kind of world, if you can keep yourself and the people around you, you are already exhausted. β
"Eldest sisterβ" Yurui still wanted to object.
"Don't think that you can save these people by raising the name of a saint, and don't think that it is useful to turn a person's illness on yourself." Yurui can cure the sick through guΓ². But it can only be one-on-one, Lan Sheng grasps her psychology, "Compared with the people of the world, Zha Yushan is only a small part, and it is not a living being." If you have sentient beings in your heart, you should not sacrifice them for a small number of people. β
Yurui was stunned, I didn't know what else to say.
"Who is in charge of Cha Yu?" Lan Sheng, as the creator, is now domineering naturally, and turned back to ask Fan Qi not far away.
"Me!" An old voice.
Twenty or thirty people suddenly poured in on the mountain road, holding sticks and hoes in their hands, to open the way for an old man with thick branches and a stiff back. There was a tall man next to the old man, and a little girl poked her head out behind the man, and her little face was dirty. It's not just that she's dressed in tatters, none of these people are dressed decently.
Fan Qi smiled, "Old Yu, I'm here again." β
"Lord Fan is really idle, but I don't have good tea in Za Yushan, please go back." Old-fashioned, but strong.
Fan Qi didn't care about the old man's cold face at all, and said to Lan Sheng, "This old man's surname is Yu, and the people of Za Yushan respect him as a big man, and he is a member of Cha Yuhui's family." β
Yu Lao looked at Lan Sheng, but in the end, he spoke to Yurui, "You are the Holy Maiden of Mercy?" β
Hostel should be.
"Take your people away, Zha Yushan doesn't welcome outsiders, and he doesn't trust the people sent by the imperial court." Old Yu said as he walked into the hall.
"Old man, Yurui was not sent by the imperial court. There is no doctor here, so let me help you see a doctor, or you will ...... tomorrow" Yurui wants to talk about the slaughterhouse.
Lan Sheng immediately interrupted, "Yurui, since they don't need you to see a doctor, why are you bored, let's go back." With that, he reached out and pulled the jade.
Unexpectedly, the man next to Yu Lao suddenly grabbed her wrist, and she suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, but she was not easy to mess with, and her right hand took a needle from the hidden pocket of her sleeve and slapped it towards the man's neck like lightning.
"Stop!" Yu Lao shouted.
The man immediately let go, but Lan Sheng didn't listen to anything, and pricked the needle like that.
The little girl exclaimed, "Daddy-"
The man rolled his eyes, his legs went limp, and he collapsed on the ground.
Twenty or thirty people from the Zha Yushan immediately surrounded them, but they were stopped by the people who booked the horses. On one side is a hungry and thin poor man with a wooden stick, and on the other side is Jingwei who is holding a steel knife that eats meat and grows meat, and Fruitless Flying in front of Lan Sheng, the streamer pulled Yurui back with a knife, facing an old man and a child, high and low.
"Who the hell are you talking here? I took the saint away according to the old man's wishes, but what did this person mean by stopping me? "It's not that being poor deserves her sympathy, Lan Sheng's eyes are cold.
"Grandpa, is Daddy dead?" The girl is crying.
"Xiaoyu, don't cry, your father is not dead, he is just fainting." Yu Lao Dao.
Oh? A bit of an eye-catcher. Lan Sheng thought secretly, but his speech was still cold, "I'll wake up in a while, but if I mess around again, don't blame me for being ruthless." "She's tough because she understands the situation. doesn't know each other, the other party will only look at her and Yurui as identities, that is the class difference, and the bitter heart can't be explained.
Elder Yu finally understood that Lan Sheng was the number one in this group, not a saint, and couldn't help but wonder her identity, "How old an official are you?" Than himβ" said Fan Qi, "should it be bigger?" β
Lan Sheng's voice was cold, and he was wearing men's clothes, and the old man could see that his son was angry, but he couldn't tell that she was a daughter.
Fan Qi said repeatedly, "Yes, yes, this is much higher than my rank." Don't be impatient, old man, and listen to us for a while. The officials in the court are not all the same. β
Lan Sheng glanced at Fan Qi, "Lord Fan shut up, I don't have time to talk to people with bullish tempers." β
Fan Qi made a wry smile, "Zi ......" can't call Zifei Niangniang, "Don't be serious at this time, adults." There are a total of 1,180 people in Zhayushan, 379 people are sick, and 23 people have died, which is less than the proportion of epidemics in the statistical books. β
Yurui also said, "Yes, even if you can't find the cause, as long as you find a cure for the disease, you can ask the court to lift the ban." β
"You two are well-intentioned, but people don't appreciate it, and it seems funny to me." Lan Sheng shouted again, "Take the holy woman away." "An Hu falsely reported more than 500 patients, of course, in order to kill people.
"Your Excellency!" Yu Lao suddenly knelt down, "I heard that the Heavenly Maiden is not infected with a vicious disease, and she can't be treated by seeing a doctor, so I thought that you were just pretending to take a look and go back to make a casual errand, but in fact, I have been sentenced to death, so I can't calm down." β
Lan Sheng didn't help people this time, "Isn't Zha Yushan a farmer?" The old man spoke very gently. She was still skeptical.
"Mr. Yu was originally a teacher, and he fled with his son and granddaughter." Fan Qi is a good official for the people, helping Yu to get old, "Let's go in and discuss, make noise and delay the opportunity for treatment." β
Yurui simply ignored Lan Sheng and ran into the hall, because she had the largest patient, and her sister had to stand aside.
I couldn't go, so I could only continue to investigate, Lan Sheng followed in and listened to Yu Lao's story.
About a month ago, the first person with a strange illness appeared in Zayu Mountain. The patient was a woodcutter, at first he had a fever and chills, thinking that it was just an ordinary wind chill, but on the third day, red spots appeared on his face, which soon spread to the whole body, and then the red spots blistered and pus, and he died on the fifth day. After the woodcutter died, some of his neighbors fell ill with the same disease as him and died a few days later. In this way, one case after another, there are rumors of epidemics.
"But I don't believe it, the woodcutter's family has a wife and children, neither of them is sick, and those rumors outside that one person gets the whole family are not true at all. And the old man asked the lord of the capital to send a doctor to diagnose him, but there was no reply. Lord Fan came a few times by himself, but he was neither an official here, nor could he help, so he couldn't hope for him. Old Yu sighed.
"Is it a problem with water sources and food sources?" Lan Sheng asked.
Yurui came in, "No, I asked my junior brothers and sisters to check it as soon as I came." There are only three wells in the slag jade mountain, and the water quality is very clean. The food source is not self-produced, it is bought from the neighborhood market, and if there is a problem, it is also the neighbor's person who got sick first, so it is unlikely. β
"It could also be messy." Fan Qi shook his head when he said this, "Old Yu, I told you, poor is poor, but each family must pay attention to the cleanliness of the place of residence." β
Old Son Yu woke up and snorted, "You said it lightly, what kind of work are we doing, and we are so tired that we don't even have the strength to eat." Touching his neck and glaring at Lan Sheng, "How can you officials understand?" β
"Yan Gui, don't say such things again." Yu Lao said.
"This is more difficult to determine, but judging from the speed of diffusion, it is not quite similar. A few patients seem to be getting better, and we're going to change our prescriptions and see if we can see if we can see a noticeable improvement after tonight. If the herpes dries up tomorrow, that's fine. The elderly, we are short of manpower, and we want to fry some herbal soup for disease prevention, and we need help. β
Elder Yu instructed his son, "Yan Gui, quickly find some careful and ingenious people." β
Yu Yangui stood up, and he was still a little dizzy, but his father was right, so he couldn't care about it at this time, and hurriedly went out.
Yu Lao's granddaughter Xiao Yu timidly grabbed Yurui's skirt, "Sister, Xiao Yu also wants to help." β
Of course, Yurui said yes.
Lan Sheng felt that he didn't have the ability to heal, but he didn't want to sit and wait, "Does the old man have a detailed map of the area around Zayu Mountain?" "I'm afraid that the improvement of his condition alone will not satisfy the prince, and the source of the disease must be investigated.
"I have." "Since the woodcutter is the first case, shouldn't he go to the place where he usually collects firewood?" β
It was in Lan Sheng's mind.
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