Chapter Fifty-Seven: It's better to fight as she said
The bloodstains that were still bright red just now, with the panic of everyone, were wiped everywhere, and the red visible to the naked eye left an unforgettable red in their hearts.
The man was still twitching, and unlike Fang Cai, his lips had turned from white to purple, and he was curled up on the ground, crying out cold intermittently.
Jiang Zhimiao saw that he would die soon, and immediately decided to resign and move forward, although she was not skilled in medicine, but if she did not control the plague, I was afraid that the entire Shaoxian City would suffer.
This misfortune can be suppressed, not unsolvable, although she has not cured the plague, but it can be regarded as an understanding of a thing or two.
Fang Cai didn't step forward immediately just because she spared her life, but now that things have developed into an uncontrollable situation, someone has to stand up no matter how desperate she is.
"My lord, I know a little about medical skills, I hereby ask for my resignation to treat the plague, now the city is in chaos, the plague is rampant, I am afraid that the city will be closed, maybe the officers and soldiers who are supervising in the dark have already reported this matter, and we can't leave today." Jiang Zhimiao said truthfully.
After the words fell, he continued: "It's better to let me go forward to investigate one or two, I can't leave today, and there is no doctor here, if no one takes action, I'm afraid that this plague will spread, and at that time, I'm afraid all of us won't be able to run, my lord." ”
Wang Wu didn't show it on his face, and he thought deeply about the feasibility of this in his heart, someone reported that he really didn't expect, just now he wanted to leave before there was no riot, but it didn't work anymore.
If it is really as the girl said, if someone reports it, the city will definitely not run, if the city is not closed, cholera is the common people in the world, compared to the thousands of people in the city, which is more important than the prefect can be carried clearly.
Not to mention that they were the closest people to the men, and the exiled prisoners were already conspicuous, and it was known who was the closest to the source of the plague when they were cross-examined.
At that time, I am afraid that they will all be isolated to Anjifang, and it will take a lot of time to observe, and if they miss the construction period, they will die, and if they get the plague, they will die, and they will die horizontally and vertically, so it is better to fight as she said.
After all, if you miss the deadline, you will definitely die, and if you have a plague, if you find a good doctor, you can still live.
If one person can save a hundred people, he is naturally willing to be this evil man, and it is best if he can be cured, if he can't be cured, thinking of this, his eyes moved to Jiang Zhimiao's face.
"As you say, yes." After the words fell, Wang Wu took out the key on his waist and untied the shackles on Jiang Zhimiao's feet, just now he still felt that it was inappropriate, if someone was separated, it would be difficult to do, so simply let the people below connect their anklets, and it would be effortless to save trouble.
It is precisely because of this that he asked Qian Xiang to bring the team to this alley, assuming that they were in the middle of the riot, the tandem anklets could only be shackles to restrain escape, stumbling blocks, but fortunately, he had the foresight to cause no casualties.
Under the sun, the expression on the girl's face was clearly visible, whether it could be cured or not, Wang Wu didn't know the bottom in his heart, there was no good medicine, relying on manpower alone, everything depended on the will of heaven.
The aura of horror fermented in the air, and the sudden situation caused everyone to tremble, and when they saw someone stand up, they couldn't help but have some luck in their hearts.
Xu Yourong was frightened by Jiang Zhimiao's self-assertiveness, this is the plague not the wind cold, if it is a general fever or wind cold, she will naturally not stop it, but the plague, the plague will kill people.
The woman's hands were twisted together uneasily, and her face was completely panicked, she stepped forward, grabbed Jiang Zhimiao's hand, and persuaded: "Can't you, don't you go?" ”
Xu Yourong looked at her with a stiff throat, his eyes full of tears that would never fall.
She also understands the reason, but if she wants to watch Miao Miao come into contact with the source of the plague, her heart hurts as if she has been stripped of flesh.
There are all kinds of thoughts in my heart, but I don't know where to start, just think of her as selfish, as a mother, isn't it a shame to watch her children suffer with her own eyes?
Jiang Zhimiao's face turned away and avoided her gaze, Xu Yourong saw that there was something he didn't understand, and his fingertips trembled slightly and let go.
She opened her lips slightly, her voice soft, but full of concern: "Stay safe." ”
As soon as her legs tightened, Jiang Zhimiao lowered her head, and saw the three little ones tugging at the corners of her clothes tightly, their mouths pursed together uneasily, and their big eyes were full of worry and horror.
The ground was stained with blood everywhere, and they watched uneasily at the scene of the crime, and their ruddy complexion disappeared on their faces like a tide, replaced by a bloodless paleness.
She leaned over and held the villain's face, looked at their eyes seriously and said, "Sister will come back in a while, don't run around here, listen to the adults obediently." ”
The three little ones shook their heads slowly, raised their necks and said in unison, "Sister, we don't want you to go." As the words fell, tears rolled down the grape's big eyes.
Jiang Zhimiao sighed and whispered: "It's okay, now that everyone is gone, Sister Ah will not be in danger, you also know that I have never broken my promise, since you are not at ease, let's pull the hook." ”
After the words fell, she hooked her little finger and continued: "Come and pull the hook, don't worry, I will definitely come back safely." ”
The three little ones also stretched out their little fingers and put them on, and the four of them shook their fingers and said in their mouths: "Hang yourself on the hook, you can't change for a hundred years, whoever becomes a puppy." ”
Seeing that their expressions were loose, Jiang Zhimiao got up and raised his voice to the restless people behind him: "At the moment, I don't know how the plague spreads, but everyone still covers their mouths and noses with strips of cloth like me, so that they can also defend against one or two." ”
Everyone hurriedly pulled the clothes on their bodies, and hurriedly tore off a strip of cloth and covered their mouths and noses.
As they moved, Jiang Zhimiao also walked towards the man, Wen Zhuqing saw the girl leaving, and hurriedly ran to Wang Wu to resign: "My lord, Miss Jiang is just a woman, and she is alone, it is inevitably inconvenient, so let me also help." ”
Wang Wu knew that the strength of one person was indeed a little reluctant, and when he saw the young man's eyes were cold and his face was serious, he agreed to his resignation.
After untying the shackles, Wen Zhuqing hurriedly ran in the direction of Jiang Zhimiao, pitying the hearts of the parents of the world, Wen's father and Wen's mother looked at the direction of their son's departure with a pale face and stopped talking.
The children are old and have their own opinions, even if they persuade them, there will be no result, so let it go, and the responsibility of saving the people in Shaoxian City will be placed on them.
The three little ones still have to take care of them, so they can only pray silently in their hearts, God bless, and they must let the two children return safely.
Jiang Zhimiao was slightly surprised to see Wen Zhuqing coming over, she stared at his silent face, and then the two walked towards the man side by side.
The man was lying on his back on the ground with his eyes turned outward, his hands and feet trembled slightly, and now he was already out of breath and less in breath, judging from the degree of purple lips, it was already the end of the strong crossbow, and this disease should not be a matter of a day or two, seeing him react so violently, it must have been some time.
Staring at his trembling body, Jiang Zhimiao frowned and squatted down to take the pulse, considering that it was not clear what the source of infection of the plague was, she wrapped a strip of cloth around her hand in advance before taking the pulse to avoid direct contact with the patient.
At the same time, she also reminded Wen Zhuqing to wrap the exposed parts of her body to avoid contact with men.
As she expected, this man has been sick for eight or nine days, and the evil qi has penetrated from the surface to the inside of the body, and the pulse is slippery, which is the result of the evil qi entering the body.
The plague is yang, and the number of Hong Da slip is the yang vein, from the pulse image, the man's stomach is stagnant, the whole body is hot, the pulse is heavy and astringent, and he is extremely afraid of cold, fortunately, it is not a tricky plague.