Why do I become a villain every time I time travel

Chapter 95
The officers and soldiers looked Yan Qinghuang up and down carefully again, and frowned slightly: "Little girl, you must know that Qingyang City is currently plagued by plague, it is easy to get in and difficult to get out, maybe you will be folded inside, you What's the trouble?"

"I appreciate the kindness of the officers and soldiers. Please go in and report to the officers and soldiers." Yan Qinghuang's attitude is very polite. After all, what he said is true. There is a plague in the city. If you don't have the real skills to go in, you will die. He kindly persuaded him, and Yan Qinghuang naturally Will not speak ill of each other.

The officers and soldiers shook their heads, and trotted over to report the situation to their immediate superiors.

Not long after, the officers and soldiers let go.

The puppet drove slowly in the carriage, the streets were empty, and the shops were all closed. Qingyang City, which was considered prosperous in the past, is now like a deserted city.

Looking at the situation on both sides of the street, Yan Qinghuang was full of thoughts for a while. This kind of scene used to only appear in history books, but seeing it with his own eyes now is a different feeling.

According to historical records, the plague is really a terrible thing. The plague often coincides with various disasters such as drought, flood, frost and snow, and locust plagues. .

In ancient times, the Ming Dynasty was a period of high incidence of plague. The Ming government at that time took a series of rescue measures according to the severity of the disaster, including treating the sick, controlling the epidemic, burying the dead, comforting the mind, and providing for the victims. and social crisis, and do everything possible to alleviate the harm caused by the plague.

Regarding the number of plague outbreaks in the Ming Dynasty, academic statistics vary widely.Someone first counted it as more than 60 times, and someone recently counted it as more than 170 times.Due to the different areas and scales of the plague, and the lack of detailed and comprehensive records of the plague at that time, and it was scattered in many historical books, it is quite difficult to calculate accurate data.

Yan Qinghuang decided to learn from the experience of his predecessors and combine advanced medical technology to formulate a set of methods to solve the epidemic as quickly as possible.

In the south of the city, all the patients infected with the plague were concentrated here. The officers and soldiers surrounded the area with layers of fences, and heavily guarded the entrances and exits to prevent the patients from escaping.

The inside of the fence is like a purgatory on earth. The yellow and emaciated patients are covered with thick sores, some of which have burst, and dark yellow thick water is flowing everywhere. The dirty environment, the raging plague, and the dying patients are all here. In the ancient times when medicine was underdeveloped, such a severe plague was quite difficult.

"Miss Wuchen, look at this." Prefect Zhang looked at Yan Qinghuang with a sad face.

As the magistrate, Master Zhang personally accompanied Yan Qinghuang to check the situation and actively cooperated with Yan Qinghuang, which is very rare.Of course, the main reason here is that Yan Qinghuang's clothes and attire are not ordinary people at first glance, and Yan Qinghuang showed off his heavenly skills in front of Zhang Zhifu.

Seeing Yan Qinghuang's Tianxiang skill, Zhang Zhifu almost knelt down to Yan Qinghuang, this is his life-saving straw!Qingyang City has been saved.

"Spirits, the stronger the better, bring them all, clean cotton and sackcloth, then thoroughly clean the temporary hospital, boil vinegar in the room, boil more, and then let a few infected people out, first let me Check the specific situation." Yan Qinghuang ordered calmly.

Zhang Zhifu hurriedly responded, and ordered his subordinates to prepare what Yan Qinghuang wanted as soon as possible.

After everything was ready, Yan Qinghuang and Zhang Zhifu walked into the room fully armed.Yan Qinghuang checked the situation of the infected one by one, and occasionally he would pretend to take his pulse. There was no way, Yan Qinghuang knew medicine, but not Chinese medicine. You can't expect an interstellar world to retain the inheritance of Chinese medicine, right? Not bad, Chinese medicine?

In the face of high technology, we can only make concessions.

Naturally, Yan Qinghuang relies on his own game system. Among the occupations in life, there is the profession of doctor. What Yan Qinghuang needs to do now is to check the situation, and then use the game system to analyze the proportion and amount of herbs needed for treatment.

Yan Qinghuang is very cautious when it comes to prescriptions. After all, the plants in each world have their own characteristics. What if the names are the same, but the effects are exactly the opposite?
That would really kill people. To be on the safe side, Yan Qinghuang of course chose to spend the energy of the system to update the information and knowledge of the world synchronously, and analyze an effective and cheap prescription. After all, the cost issue is also a big problem. Even if you have money, you can't buy rare medicinal materials. Yan Qinghuang can't get them from her own system mall. She can treat the plague for free, and she can donate some silver taels, but she can't buy them all.

This is not Yan Qinghuang's obligation, nor is it Yan Qinghuang's responsibility. Once you get used to free things, it becomes a matter of course. Thank you?Belief?That was literally a joke.

After analyzing the prescription, Yan Qinghuang immediately handed the prescription to Zhang Zhifu, and then took a big helping hand to disinfect the infected people one by one and treat the thick sores.

What Yan Qinghuang is doing is fame and belief. Naturally, he will not hide it. Instead, he treats the infected in a very high-profile manner. He does not seek a complete cure, but seeks immediate results. The treatment time can be longer, but the effect must be significant.

People are selfish, and Yan Qinghuang is not the Holy Mother. She earns faith and fame, and the infected survives and recovers. As for the process, is it that important?

The herbs were in place, the environment was thoroughly cleaned up, all the dead bodies were cremated, and even the entire Qingyang City was smoked with vinegar.

The infected people are gradually getting better, Yan Qinghuang's reputation is also getting bigger and bigger, and his faith is soaring. After all, life and death are critical, and there are still very few people who are not grateful for the benefactor who saved him. The stuff is also a rare breed.

Zhang Zhifu was so moved that he burst into tears. After all, his family had lived in Qingyang City for generations, and Qingyang City was his root. Now that there is a solution to the plague in Qingyang City, Zhang Zhifu is happier than anyone else.

"Miss Wuchen, I don't know what your plan is next?" Prefect Zhang asked Yan Qinghuang with a smile.

"My family is all over the world, and now I plan to establish a sect to pass on my martial arts and medical skills." Yan Qinghuang replied with compassion and righteousness.

Zhang Zhifu's eyes lit up. To establish a sect, you need to choose a mountain top, choose a residence, and recruit disciples. If Miss Wuchen can establish the sect within the boundaries of Qingyang City, the manpower and material resources needed to build the sect will be enough. Let Qingyang City and the people make a fortune, not to mention that if Miss Wuchen really stays within the boundaries of Qingyang City, in the future there will be a major disaster in Qingyang City, and Miss Wuchen will not stand idly by. Definitely a good thing.

"Where did Miss Wuchen fall in love? Where are you going to start a sect?"

(End of this chapter)