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When Lizhan said this, Qiao'er simply admired her so much.

"If Miss is not powerful, then Su Wantong will treat you as a sick cat. As everyone knows, our young lady has always been a blockbuster. ”

Breathe out of the lamp, try to relax her nerves, let this matter go, she has other important things to do.

She walked to the table, held the sample booklet that she had made in the past few days, and flipped to the end to find that Amu had already counted the data.

The mood has finally improved.

Lizhan pinched his fingers and counted carefully.

In terms of gender, the incidence of the disease is similar for men and women. But in terms of age, it is a very unbalanced distribution pattern.

Young adults between the ages of 17 and 35 account for about 60 percent of the affected population.

However, in the entire Wensu City, there are only about 30% of young people at this stage.

That is, it is definitely related to the characteristics of the plague, and young people are more susceptible to the disease.

The prefect has always sent people into the city every day to register the infected people, and anyone who is infected will give a face towel and a small jar of white vinegar to the family members, and take care of them first.

If the condition worsens, he will be taken by the prefect to a place close to the East City Gate and placed in centralized isolation.

Lizhan immediately told the prefect of the discovery, asking him to spread the information immediately, and the young adults should pay special attention to crime prevention and avoid going out as much as possible.

Then, he couldn't hold back and wanted to find out the route of infection as soon as possible.

It's just that one thing that gets in the way is that Amu has always obeyed Gu Fuwei's orders and strictly guarded her. Anything that involves contact with the plague patients, Amu will help her block them, and she has no chance of contacting the plague patients at all.

The thought of this annoys me so much.

Gu Fuwei didn't want her to be in danger, and just wanted to use the ignorance and superstition of the people to delay time.

But she couldn't wait.

Every day that passed, more people died, and the strong sense of guilt and urgent atonement made her not want to delay any longer.

Besides, there is Shangguan Jinyu's side...... And that strange dream......

All these things are connected, and she seems to have a reason to do it.

I don't want to think about it, it's a mess in my head, and if I continue like this, I'm really going crazy.

She had promised to help him, but when did she say that she would follow his commands?

Lizhan took some drugs from the bracelet and gave them to Qiao'er.

"Later, when the meal is served, add these medicines to Amu's rations."

"What is this?"

"I'm going to go out, and I can't let her come with me."

Qiao'er immediately understood.

"Su Wantong's medicine, only you are in charge, I will go out, it will probably be dark before I can sneak back. If someone asks me where I've been, you can find an excuse to fool me. ”

"Got it, miss, watch out for yourself."

"I've got a bracelet in my hand, so I can't get in trouble."

Lizhan changed into men's clothes, carried medicine and pretended to be a doctor Hu and slipped away from the prefect.

But when I went out, I realized that without Amu, I was also constrained.

Because she doesn't know the language of the Western Regions!

Along the road, the doors of every house were closed, knocking on the door, saying hello in official language, people thought that they had met the stranded Central Plains businessmen, and those who came to beg for a mouth, did not dare to open the door at all.

I walked all the way to a deserted side road and sat down to rest.

To the east of the side road, there is a wide grassy field.

No horses have been here for a long time, and the weeds are knee-high when they are withered.

Lizhan sat down, pondering how to approach the plague patients, and as he pondered, the grass coughed.

"Ahem, cough, cough, ......"

Someone?

Lizhan turned his head and looked in the direction of the sound.

In the grass pile not far away, the tips of the grass swayed, as if someone was struggling to turn over inside.

She hurriedly got up and ran over with the medicine box in her hand.

Inside the grass was a young girl, with the standard Western Regions look, with large, deep eyes and a thin and straight nose.

She was wrapped in a shabby beard, probably because it had not been washed for too long, and it emitted a foul smell, and the beard was also covered by mud and dirt.

The woman was facing the ground, desperately trying to flip over, not knowing whether she wanted to continue lying down or to get up and find something to eat.

Lizhan didn't care about her dirty, so he quickly helped her.

The woman finally turned around, and her cough became much louder.

She coughed and stared at Lizhan with round eyes, as if she saw that she looked like a native of the Central Plains and men's clothes, and struggled to push her away.

"Don't be afraid, I'm a doctor, do you know?"

Lizhan picked up the medicine box, and pulled out a column of silver needles from the small drawer.

"Doctor, look, I'm a doctor!"

The lamp points to himself, and to the silver needle.

The woman didn't seem to understand, but she didn't seem to be as scared as before.

She sat in a ball, keeping a three-foot distance from the lamp.

Lizhan is not in a hurry to ask her to trust herself, the language barrier is actually equivalent to an outlier to some extent.

The most important way to get along with different people is to take it step by step, rather than aggressively.

The woman coughed for a long time, and her little withered face became bloodless, but the corners of her lips were stained with bright red blood.

Lizhan took out the juanzi from his sleeve and stepped forward tentatively.

The woman cried out again in fear, and muttered something in her mouth, trying to scare her away.

Lizhan picked up the juanzi, wiped it on his lips, and pointed to the woman's lips.

The woman was surprised, seemed to understand, but was not sure.

Until she got closer to the lamp little by little, she gently reached out and rubbed the corner of her lips a few times, and then stuffed the bloody juanzi into her hand, and the woman looked at it and understood, she was wiping blood for herself.

The little hand full of dirt grasped Juanzi, no longer so afraid, but just looked at Lizhan curiously.

Lizhan also looked at her.

The woman coughed and bleed, and seemed to be very sick, and she needed help to turn over and sit up, but there was no one else around her.

It stands to reason that if she had a partner by her side and a family who took care of her, she should have shouted for help when Lizhan approached her abruptly for the first time.

But she didn't.

She just pushed the lamp away in fear.

Explain that no one will help her at all.

Lizhan walked around the meadow, there was no bag, no bedding, and she didn't seem to be a wanderer.

From this, it can be inferred that she should be a native of Wensu, who was kicked out by her family because of her illness.

In ancient times, men were inferior to women, and neither the Central Plains nor the Western Regions could escape this conclusion.

Nowadays, when it is difficult for every family to eat, if a woman gets sick, there is a risk of infecting her family, and naturally many of them are kicked out of their homes.

If so, it's a great opportunity.

Without the hindrance of her family, Lizhan only needs to get her personal, and she can do all kinds of examinations.

Lizhan took a closer look at the woman.

It's skinny and skinny, and it is estimated that I haven't eaten a full meal for many days.

My lips are dry, and I probably haven't drunk a sip of clean water for a long time.

After thinking about it, he didn't bring anything to eat when he went out, and the bracelet was full of medicines, at most some oral glucose and energy drinks.

I wonder if there will be food......

Pregnant!

After pondering and meditating, a memory of the ghost doctor's original body was dug out by her.

The bracelet seems to contain chocolate for children in Africa who are chronically undernourished.

That kind of chocolate is not a common chocolate on the market, but a kind of ingenuity that specializes in fattening and can quickly gain weight in a short period of time.

Lizhan took out a box, tore open a package, and handed it to the woman.

The woman didn't know why.

Lizhan took one for himself and pretended to gnaw on it.

The woman still didn't move, and after half a while, she only smelled this strange and black thing......

Most of them are afraid that things are poisonous!

Get out! If you get fat, you get fat!

Lizhan simply tore the chocolate, feasted on it, and ate half of it in a few bites.

Seeing this, the woman slowly eliminated her worries, and tentatively opened her mouth to take a bite.

Lizhan stared at her, and saw that as she was chewing, stars gradually appeared in her eyes.

The woman glanced at the black chocolate in surprise, and suddenly stuffed it all into it like a starving ghost.

"Ahem, cough, cough......" while coughing, while biting, apparently osmium crazy.

"Slow down." Lizhan untied the water bag from his belt and threw it to her.

The woman was even happier as she picked up the water bag, pulled the plug and gulped it down.

Lizhan didn't throw her anything more until she had finished drinking the water, swallowed the whole chocolate, and stared hungrily at the rest of the chocolate in Lizhan's hand.

"I'll take your pulse, and then I'll give you chocolate, okay?"