Don't disturb me, I won't be a concubine

Even though Dong Jiafu was prepared, she was still shocked when she saw those people infected with the plague.

The seventy-two people included men and women, old people and children. They lay in bed, looking haggard and in a very grim condition.

Director Chen was very familiar with the conditions of these people and told them as they walked.

When they reached the middle, someone on their right suddenly vomited.

He was a middle-aged man, lying on the bed with a basin underneath to collect his vomit.

The man hunched over, as if he wanted to vomit out everything in his body.

The people on both sides of him seemed to be used to it and turned around calmly.

Dean Chen said, "This is one of the symptoms of the plague. People vomit like this every day. Everyone, remember, you must not approach him at this time. Wait until he finishes vomiting before you go over to clean up. Otherwise, if the filth splashes on you, you may be infected with the plague."

As he was speaking, the man finished vomiting and lay back weakly, gasping for breath.

Then a tightly wrapped person from the Imperial Hospital came over to clean up.

Envoy Chen continued to lead them inside. A woman holding a child begged, "Imperial Physician, please save my child. It doesn't matter if I die. She is less than two years old..."

Director Chen stopped beside her and said, "Don't worry, we will do our best to cure you. You see, these doctors are new here, we should all have confidence and never give up on ourselves."

"Thank you, thank you..." The woman cried, and the child in her arms did not cry or make a fuss. At first glance, she looked no different from an ordinary child, but the blush on her face reminded people who saw her that she was very uncomfortable.

Tan Lang felt reluctant and asked, "Envoy Chen, can I go and take a look?"

"nature."

When Doctor Tan came over, the woman quickly held the child up to him to see.

After Doctor Tan carefully examined the child, he also took the woman's pulse.

The woman didn't care about herself, she only cared about her child. "Doctor, how is my child? She has had a fever for a whole day and night."

"Don't worry, give her the medicine on time." Doctor Tan stood up without saying anything more.

Dong Jiafu, who was familiar with him, knew from the serious look in his eyes when he was treating the mother and daughter that their illness was not as simple as he made it out to be.

Coming out of the tent, Doctor Fan whispered, "If you don't see it with your own eyes, it's really hard to imagine the situation here. The plague has tortured people beyond recognition."

"Yes, seeing them in such pain every day also makes us suffer. But the plague is too difficult to deal with. Since ancient times, there has been no medicine that can cure everyone." Chen Yuanshi looked worried, and then turned around and asked, "Doctor Tan has any good advice after seeing the mother and daughter?"

"The child is too young, and it's difficult to control the medication. Now the high fever won't subside. If it continues, I'm afraid it won't be good." Doctor Tan told the truth at this time.

"That's right. The situation is urgent. Let's go and discuss a solution."

Several experienced people including Chen Yuanshi and Tan Langzhong went to discuss countermeasures, while Dong Jiafu and others stayed to look after the patients.

Young doctors like them were experiencing a plague for the first time and were even more shocked.

Dong Jiafu boiled and fed medicine to patients during the day, and returned to the tent at night to look through the medical books brought by the Imperial Hospital.

In the middle of the night, six more victims were sent to the tent where the infected people were.

Dong Jiafu heard about this from Tan Hao in the morning.

Tan Hao looked at the tent and said, "If the number of infected people continues to increase like this, I'm afraid there won't be enough room inside."

"When that time really comes, the epidemic will be even more difficult to control." Doctor Xiaoye frowned.

"So what else can we do?" asked another.

"There is no good way. We just need to listen to the hospital's arrangements and do what we should do." Doctor Xiao Ye said and turned to go into the tent.

Two days later, more than a dozen people were infected.

The tent that the victims avoided was not filled with only people. The child, who was less than two years old, did not survive. She was not alone. There was an old woman who was taken out with her and buried together with her.

"Ah - go away! No one of you is allowed to touch my child!" The child's mother broke down and cried while holding her lifeless child.

The two people in charge of burying the bodies in Jingzhao Prefecture stood by the bed, not knowing what to do. Even though they had seen many dead bodies in recent days, they still couldn't bring themselves to do it in this situation.

The woman held the child tightly, her eyes red as if they came from hell, staring at them with resentment.

"Didn't you say that everything would be fine as long as I took the medicine on time? I did as you said, why did she still die? Why!"

Doctor Tan, whose words were misinterpreted, did not defend himself, but said sadly: "I'm sorry that I couldn't save your child."

Director Chen comforted the woman, "Please believe that we really tried our best. We changed several prescriptions for the child, but none of them worked for her. She was too weak."

"You say the child is weak? I think you are the weak ones! Quacks, all of you are quacks!" The woman was hysterical with her hair loose.

A group of people in the Imperial Hospital and with excellent medical skills were pointed at and called quacks, but at this time, no one stood up to speak a word for themselves.

Finally, Chen Yuanshi said: "Now that things have come to this, please be patient and accept the change. The child must be buried quickly, otherwise it will infect others with the plague."

Two soldiers from Jingzhao Prefecture stepped forward and stretched out their hands to take the child from the woman.

“No, don’t—” The woman twisted her body violently to avoid being hit. “We’re all going to die anyway, so why not bury me too!”

"Ma'am, calm down..."

"I can't calm down! My child is dead, she is dead!" After the woman screamed, she suddenly got down from the ground with the child in her arms and ran out of the tent barefoot.

Director Chen was shocked. "Quick, stop her. Don't let her go out—"

The people here were so scared that they hurried to chase after them, while the victims on the beds on both sides watched coldly.

The woman was weak after all, and she fell to the ground after running a few steps. At the moment of falling, she didn't know where she got the strength from, but she turned around, put her back on the ground, and protected the child in front of her.

The soldiers took this opportunity to pick up the children.

"No, please..."

The child was taken away and the woman lay on the ground, her skinny hands grasping at something.

"My child--" the woman shouted at the top of her lungs, and suddenly her voice stopped and her hands fell down weakly.

Doctor Tan immediately squatted down to check.

"What happened?" Chen Yuanshi asked, bending over.

"She fainted from excessive grief." Doctor Tan let go of the woman's wrist.

"Hurry, help him to the bed." Chen Yuanshi ordered.

Outside the tent, the soldiers wrapped the child in a straw mat and put him on a flatbed truck. The dead old woman was already on the truck.

When they were pulling people out, people were standing outside other tents, all watching.