The yellow hundred-year soul ring on (shēn) shone brightly, and the first soul technique was used, and the golden circle of aura full of divine aura spread out in all directions with Qian Nawei as the center.

The golden light spread, the disease was gone, everyone laughed and laughed, and their faces were full of happiness and happiness for the rest of their lives.

Qian Nawei looked at the healing people, and couldn't help but smile knowingly.

If this continues, this plague will soon be over, Qian Nawei thought to herself.

But is it really that simple?

Qian Nawei glanced at it, and was about to let everyone leave through the side door, when she suddenly saw one of the familiar (shēn) shadows.

This is a red-haired adult man who Qian Nawei doesn't actually know, but she saw it yesterday morning, and she helped this man cure the pneumonia plague on (shēn).

Here again?

What's going on?

Qian's brow furrowed, and she waved her hand at the man, motioning for her (shēn) to come over.

Although the red-haired man had some doubts in his heart, he still honestly came to the front of Thousand Na Wei (shēn) and stood still.

Qian Nawei looked at him and asked, "Why are you here again today?" Didn't I cure you yesterday? ”

The red-haired man smiled wryly and spread his hands.

"I don't know, yesterday my wife and I were in the area you designated, and we didn't go anywhere, and then we got infected again."

Repeat infection?

Qian Nawei's face is not very good-looking.

She also thought about the problem of repeated infections, but she didn't expect it to happen as soon as possible.

However, how exactly is this contagious?

Qian Nawei touched her chin and pondered.

It stands to reason that if pneumonia is a respiratory plague, if it is to be transmitted from person to person, it is necessary to keep a certain distance or have some contact.

And Qian Nawei has already issued a rule yesterday, no gatherings are allowed, no people are allowed to go out, and all items are purchased by Wu Soul (diàn) to handle.

Under such regulations, the opportunities for contact between people have been reduced to the maximum, and under normal conditions (qíng), it should be impossible to re-infect.

Did he lie and go somewhere else?

Qian Nawei could only think of this.

After thinking about it, Qian Nawei turned her head to look at Qian Yuqiong, who had long wavy blonde hair on the side of (shēn).

With her clairvoyance ability to read minds and memories, it was only fitting that she could check the man's movements......

On the side of Qiannawei (shēn), Qianyuqiong looked around from time to time, her gaze a little unnatural and a little afraid.

It's not that I'm afraid of others, it's that I'm afraid of myself.

After a while, Qian Yuqiong naturally broke away from the seal of Qian Yueqi's evil eye, and she was a little afraid, afraid that she would not be able to control her anger and hurt the people on the side.

At this time, Qian Nawei just came to see it, and as soon as Qian Yuqiong's red pupils saw Qian Nawei, she immediately saw through the thoughts in her mind.

Navi wants me to see where the man went yesterday?

Is it to find out the cause and the transmission route of the plague?

Good...... All right.

Cheering herself on in her heart, Qian Yuqiong glanced at the red-haired man, and without waiting for Qian Nawei to ask, she answered the question that Qian Nawei wanted to ask in advance.

"That'...... The man wasn't lying, he had been in the designated area yesterday and hadn't gone anywhere. ”

Hearing Qian Yuqiong's words, Qian Nawei's brows furrowed deeply again.

Didn't go anywhere? If you can still get infected like this, what is the reason for that?

Qian Nawei felt that something was wrong.

After thinking about it, she made a decision in her heart.

Turning her head to look at the female soul master on the other side, Qian Nawei gave an order.

"Don't let the patient in yet, I'm going to go outside first."

After that, Qian Nawei asked Qian Yuqiong and a few soul masters to follow her, and came out of the martial soul (diàn) from the side door.

Walking to the streets of Soto City, Qiannawei had a clear purpose, and her footsteps did not stop, and she quickly came to the demarcated, isolated and treated, disease-free people's residence.

It was still morning, and the morning light was just right, very bright, and the orange-yellow sun shone on the buildings and trees, casting a long (yīn) shadow.

Such a view would have been excellent, but the civilians under the morning sun spoiled the scenery.

On the streets, many people stood on the side of the street, emptying and brushing the toilets.

This era is still relatively backward, there are not many people in the city who have toilets, most ordinary people use toilets and night pots for convenience, and when they get up the next morning, they will pour the feces and feces of the night into the ditch on the street.

Now the ditch is filthy, and when the wind blows, the strong stench makes the smoked people nauseous.

The people who have been treated have basically no reaction, and they have long been accustomed to living in the abalone market for a long time and not smelling its smell.

Seeing Qian Nawei bringing people over, the people greeted each other one after another.

"Hey, the Martial Soul (diàn) of Master Qiannawei ......"

"Good morning, Mistress Cinnacle ......"

"Morning, Sister Qiannawei, welcome welcome ......"

If a normal person is worshipped like this and is greeted by (rè) (qíng), I am afraid that he will not be able to do it in his heart.

But at this time, Qian Nawei was not happy at all.

Looking at the people in the toilet, Qian Nawei frowned.

Now, she finally knows the cause of the repeated infection, which is the toilet!

The pneumonia virus is an airborne virus, but it can be carried in the stool or other secretions of sick and asymptomatic people.

There are no toilets, people dump all their excrement and urine in the ditches on the streets, and now it is not raining heavily, the water flow is slow, and when the humidity is heavy in the early morning and evening, the transpiration moisture can carry the virus and form an aerosol transmission.

The moisture only needs to drift away slightly to re-infect the person who was originally cured.

No, dig the toilet!

Qian Nawei secretly made up her mind in her heart.

Throughout history, almost all countries have had to have ample convenient space to control the outbreak of the plague, and this is not a problem.

Take the classic Black Death in the Middle Ages, for example, when more than 25 million people died from the infection, and one of the important reasons for the eventual control was that the government required each family to build their own toilet, otherwise they would be fined heavily.

In modern times, the people's army also helped the people of the whole country dig pits and pick up dung, such as some dilapidated dung pits that can still be seen in rural areas, which were dug by the people's army during the Anti-Japanese War.

This is a significant and noble event, which can not only stop the spread of the plague, but also give help and care to the people, killing two birds with one stone.

Like the earth where Qian Nawei lived before she crossed over, there was a country called Ah San, who helped the people dig toilets at the latest, and it has not been popularized nationwide until now, which also caused Ah San's pneumonia plague to be completely uncontrollable.

The official data released is 600,000 infections and a mortality rate of 10%, but Qian Nawei knows that in Ah San's country, only one-tenth of the people are still human, and the rest are not counted.

The real number of infections and deaths is more than 10 million.

Knowing why, she didn't stay any longer, and turned (shēn) to move towards another area.