Finally persuaded these villagers who wanted to stay and help, Yi Buhuo breathed a sigh of relief.

Dealing with these simple people is more tiring than fighting with Invite Yue.

Everyone is sincerely grateful to him at this moment, and wanting to stay and do something for him is from the bottom of their hearts.

Yi Buhuo is also not good at saying something serious, these people are all unstable when they are recovering from a serious illness, and they are still thinking about giving him a hand at the first time, how can he not sigh.

can only persuade everyone with good words and let everyone disperse and go home to recuperate.

At this moment, he truly realized the joy of being a doctor to treat diseases and save people!

The lives that are about to pass away are rejuvenated because of themselves, and the huge sense of satisfaction and accomplishment is enough to make him forget the utilitarian heart in his heart, just to see the smile on the corner of the patient's mouth.

Is that weird?

It seems that he has not gained anything, but he seems to have everything......

Spiritual satisfaction is more refreshing than material gains!

"Medical Ethics ......"

A mocking smile appeared at the corner of Yi Buhuo's mouth, now thinking back to his previous self, he only wanted to prove his medical skills, and his mind was not on the patient at all.

It's no wonder that his medical skills are still mediocre, and he almost killed several innocent people.

"What my father said is not wrong, I did not have medical ethics before, but I am still complacent and talk about my lack of medical ethics......

"The patient's smile after recovery is the best boast of the doctor, as a doctor to see everyone's sincere gratitude, he will not be uncertain at all, and he will shirk his responsibility if he can't be cured!"

"The word medical ethics is as heavy as Mount Tai......"

He finally knew why his father was so disappointed in him, and why he would rather let him give up his medical skills than let him have any more contact with patients.

After that, he seemed to forget his previous ambitions, forgot how much energy he spent to train his son into a talent, and there was no smile on his face, and finally ended up depressed.

Maybe at that time, he knew that even if he trained his son to become a top doctor, he would not achieve anything if he had no virtue in his heart, let alone how many innocent patients would be killed, so he would be disheartened......

"What arrogance is there for the traverser? If you are not all ordinary members of the crowd, how can you treat ordinary people as ants and not take them to heart? ”

Yi Buhuo wordlessly glanced up at the clear blue sky, and the gloom in his heart was swept away.

"It's time to go back and pay tribute to my parents......"

When he squatted a pot of wild vegetables and steamed, the old monk also came over with a group of ragged people.

There are not many of these people, only about a hundred or so, but all of them have bruises and blood marks on their necks, their faces are covered with blisters, and they are swaying in twos and threes, their faces are numb, but there is still a trace of longing in their eyes.

It was almost a certain death, but now that there is a turnaround, who wants to die if they can live?

The old monk took a few apprentices to maintain order, carrying on his back the people who were already terminally ill and hungry and could not walk, and after seeing the Yibu fire at the door, he hurriedly quickened his pace.

Since the outbreak of the plague, those who can escape have fled, and those who are left behind are those who are infected with the plague and are dying at a very fast speed.

Where do you still have the heart to cook, it is estimated that many people did not even drink a bowl of gruel before they died.

Yi Buhuo set up the bowl, lifted a big spoon and scooped up the cooked wild vegetable soup from the pot, and fed the people one by one with a group of monks who helped, and then settled aside to rest.

I was busy until the sun went down and the sky was dark before everyone was settled, and then I had time to rest.

The old monk handed him a bowl of wild vegetable soup, looking at the "refugees" seated around, with joy on his face.

"Saving people's lives is better than building a seventh-level floating slaughter, these people receive this great grace, and the young man will definitely be able to become a Buddha in the future."

A chuckle appeared at the corner of Yi Buhuo's mouth, and he drank the wild vegetable soup that had long been free of wild vegetables in his hand, and sighed meaningfully.

"It's just a good time, it's just that I have the ability to save them, and they shouldn't die, and the Buddha doesn't blame me for being late, which is already the biggest reward for me."

The old monk made a Buddhist salute and exclaimed: "The young man is kind-hearted and has saved so many lives, he is already a bodhisattva, so why be humble." ”

"That's pretty much it, and I'll really believe it."

Yi Buhuo couldn't help laughing, the beautiful words sounded comfortable, the mood was a lot better, this old monk comforted people with a set!

"How many towns in the vicinity have been affected? Why is this the only person left? ”

The wrinkles on the old monk's face jumped, and he sighed even more when he said this, and his whole face became even more sad.

"There is a plague in seven or eight nearby villages, and the dead are fleeing, and several villages have become uninhabited villages, and these people in front of me are the last living people I can find."

"The antidote left by Shaoxia is just a drop in the bucket, some of the people who have improved have stayed in the team to help, and some have left."

"I still have some apprentices searching around, maybe some more, but ......"

The old monk shook his head lonely and sighed, sad.

Yi Buhuo also shook his head helplessly, it was really terrifying, there were only a hundred or so people from seven or eight villages who could come here, if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have believed it.

"This is the plague......"

He didn't want to say anything, what he saw in the books couldn't compare to what he saw and heard in front of him after all, he might have just sighed before, a plague would kill many, many people, tens of thousands and hundreds of thousands of people would die at every turn, just a string of cold numbers, but he had no concept in his heart.

But now that I am in it, looking at the victims in front of me, I think that more people have died quietly in a corner, and that huge sense of panic can drive people crazy.

This is already considered a small range, and it is still a rare disease with medicine to treat, and it can still allow him to help a little.

If it is plague or smallpox, with the current hygienic environment and the speed at which the news spreads, no matter how skilled the doctor is, he will not be able to do anything......

Yi Buhuo and the old monk arranged for these people to squeeze in the county office, and there was a place to rest at night.

Sure enough, at night, there were still patients gathering at the county government one after another, all of whom were brought over by the little monks or spontaneously rushed over after getting the news.

The cauldron at the entrance of the county government kept on the fire all the time, not to mention the wild vegetables in the back, the bottom of the pot was scraped clean, and a pot of water was poured into it, sprinkled with antidote, and boiled even if it was a bowl of soup.

On the way, a few little monks who rushed to the surrounding villages and towns with the antidote came back twice, and the first time was that the antidote on their bodies was exhausted and came back to get it.

The second trip was because there were no more living people around, so I came back to rest.

"Let everyone go back tomorrow, everyone brings some antidote on their bodies, sprinkle a little in the well and river, soak the dishes and chopsticks in boiling water to keep them clean, now everyone has antibodies in their bodies, and the plague will not exist for long."

Yi Buhuo sat on the pillar outside the gate and said to a few young monks who had not yet rested.

"Also, you guys rest early, I'm here at night to watch, a few masters have been busy for so long, don't be tired."

(End of chapter)