"When the epidemic first broke out, the county ordered them to be there, and he asked those who were soldiers to drive the sick people to the east of the city for unified treatment, saving and saving, the doctor fell, the soldier fell, and the official ran away." The head of the man, Wang Dazhuang, said.

"A lot of people die every day in the east of the city, and the corpses can't be pulled by ox carts every day." As Wang Dazhuang was talking, a lean man walked in front of him, his whole body was tightly covered, revealing only a pair of tired and numb eyes, and he pulled a tattered ox cart, on which were layers of dead people.

Seeing this, Wang Dazhuang and the others hurriedly hid far away.

Wang Dazhuang saw that Xiang Zhihan and Jiang Butai were still leaning forward unconsciously, and hurriedly beckoned to the two, "Doctor Xiang, Mrs. Xiang, you two come over quickly!" They all have a lot of foreign qi on their bodies, and they will be infected. ”

Xiang Han said, "I have to look at the symptoms." ”

He looked back and saw Jiang Buwan following him unprotected, stopped and took out a silk handkerchief from his arms, folded it three times and tied it to Jiang Buwan's face to protect her mouth and nose.

It's also a shame that Jiang is not late, and his face is small, and he can be tied.

After he finished doing it, he was worried that Jiang Buwan's poor physique would still catch the plague.

He pretended to grope in his sleeve, but in fact, he took out a pill from the Qiankun bag and handed it to Jiang.

"Tonight, this pill can protect your safety."

"Thank you, husband." Jiang Buwan smiled and said, "My husband is so good to me. ”

That's not it, Xiang Zhi thought weakly, he was just afraid that Jiang would die not too late, and he would have to wait for another eighteen years.

Jiang Buwan smiled and took the light brown elixir with a faint medicinal fragrance, but she didn't rush to swallow it, but looked at the people behind her and asked, "Husband, what about them?" ”

Xiang Zhihan was stunned for a moment, he thought that Jiang Bu would swallow it by himself later, but he didn't expect that in this case, she was still worried about others.

Xiang Zhihan said, "Don't worry, I will save them." ”

He had just seen the dead and he had a cure for the disease.

The rest of the work is to cook and dispense the medicine.

Most of the people in the east of the city were makeshift shacks, and the sanitary conditions were very poor, and the patients with mild and severe symptoms were mixed together, which was not conducive to the recovery of the disease.

The patients were lying listlessly on the bed, and even if someone came, they didn't bother to look up, and more of them were flushed, sweating profusely, and some of them were taking care of the sick.

At first they were forced to come here, but then they were left unattended, some of them had nowhere to go, they were suffering from a very contagious disease, and their families would not accept them even if they went back, and some of them did not want to bring their families with them, so they came here to fend for themselves.

"Evening, you help me take out these pills from the car." Xiang Zhihan wrote down a medicine list and handed it to Jiang Fei.

Jiang Fei has been by Xiang Zhihan's side for a long time, and she has written down almost all kinds of medicinal materials, so it is difficult for her to find medicine.

"Wang Dazhuang, you help me find a cauldron, I want to cook medicine here." Xiang Zhihan methodically ordered things to continue, and after a while, everyone received their own tasks and began to get busy.

In just half an hour, the fire has been set up and the medicine has been put into the pot.

Wang Dazhuang found a broken gong and shouted around the east of the city, "There is medicine, there is medicine!" I'll go to the street to get the medicine later. ”

In fact, there is no need for Wang Dazhuang to shout, as soon as the cold medicine is put into the pot, the patients themselves will surround it.

They were already in despair, suffering from illness every day, and there was no hope in sight, but now someone brought medicine, whether it was useful or not, it was a great attraction for them.

After all, no one wants to die if they can live.

If Wang Dazhuang hadn't organized a part of the militia to protect Doctor Xiang and the medicine pot in advance, the patients would have come up to rob it.

"Don't grab it, don't worry, everyone can drink medicine."

"This is medicine, not rice, one bowl per person, it's useless to drink too much!"

Wang Dazhuang shouted while striking the gong.

"This medicine is strong, if you drink one more sip, don't say that it cures the disease, and the person will be gone the next day." Xiang Zhihan deliberately said in a volume that could only be heard by people in the front row.

But his quiet voice was much better than what Wang Dazhuang kept shouting.

Because of his status as a doctor and the mystery that he only said one word, the people in the front row heard the secret they thought they had heard.

They immediately took it to heart as a holy decree, after all, it was closely related to their own lives.

And he passed it on to others through their mouths.

Strange to say, one thing is above board to tell you, but you look ahead and think there must be a conspiracy.

But if someone tells you secretly, you think that you have seen through the truth of the matter and are the smartest person.

The news that if you drink too much of this medicine, you will die, like wings, will reach everyone's ears in less than half an hour.

Everyone firmly remembered this, and didn't dare to drink too much at all, and some timidly even asked if they were serving him too much.

Jiang Buwan guarded another cauldron to serve medicine to everyone, she was already beautiful and gentle, so the queue in her column was particularly long, everyone received the medicine, and praised Jiang Buwan as a beautiful and kind-hearted little bodhisattva.

Xiang Zhihan guarded pot after pot of medicine stove and boiled medicine.

His eyes sometimes fall on Jiang Buwan, who is surrounded by everyone, she pulls up her sleeves, her black hair is tied up high, her hands and feet are diligent and sharp, she obviously looks like a weak little girl, but she doesn't cry out in the scorching sun.

"Doctor Xiang, is this pot of medicine cured?"

Xiang Zhihan's mind was all on Jiang Buwan, and he didn't hear the other party's words at all.

"Doctor Xiang?!"

Xiang Zhihan came back to his senses, looked at the rumbling medicine stove boiling in front of him, and said, "Okay, let's go." ”

He pinched his palm, the matter of the plague in Lin'an County has not been resolved, why is he still stunned?

From noon to sunset, there were finally fewer people, Wang Dazhuang shook his shoulders, "This day is really tiring." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Xiang Zhihan and Jiang Feitai, who looked as usual, they had also been busy all day, and the spirits of the two of them looked no different from when they came in the morning.

Wang Dazhuang couldn't help muttering in his heart, these two couples looked at Du Wenwen weak, and their physical strength was strangely good.

Jiang Buwan was about to close the pot lid and close the stall, when a dirty young man came on crutches, he was wearing a dirty robe, but the extraordinary bearing between his eyebrows showed that he was different from others.

"Wait, I haven't drunk it yet."

Wang Dazhuang twisted his eyebrows and said, "Why did you come so late?" ”

The young man said bitterly, "I have been burning today, and I have not heard about your medicine." ”