Monopolize the little widow

A gust of wind passed by, Song Bai hugged the fallen Ye Zhulu, Ye Zhulu's body began to heat up, sweating, and having difficulty breathing.His symptoms are exactly the same as those of a beggar!

The others were frightened, pointing at Ye Zhulv in horror: "He...he's infected! Run away."

Song Bai didn't care so much, he got into the carriage with Ye Zhulu in his arms, and went to the hospital.The officers and soldiers began to block the road, and in just a few hours, some of the people who had been in contact with the beggar had already shown the symptoms of Ye Zhulu.

The flustered Song Bai kicked open the door of Shen Ziyin's house, "If I am you, you are the only one who dares to kick the door of my house."

"Show me him."

Seeing the cold sweat on Ye Zhulu's face and almost breathing through his mouth, Shen Ziyin's expression darkened. He opened the medicine box on the table and took out a silver needle: "Did you take him there?"

"Burning the mountain."

"How do you take him there? There is Qingshui Village over there, and Qingshui Village is suffering from a plague."

Song Bai's eyes darkened: "You know?"

Ye Zhulu had a wound on his hand, Shen Yinzi only cleaned the wound for him, and did not cover the rest. Since he knew that Ye Zhulu might be infected with the plague, he did not give the needle.

"At the beginning, I saw a doctor for the village chief, just like him." He was not cured, and later many people in the village were infected with the disease. Their symptoms were high fever, headache, muscle aches, nausea, vomiting, severe will die.I've tried therapy, to no avail. "

The plague will not break out for no reason, and it is still winter! Could it be a highly contagious flu virus?

Shen Ziyin thought that what he was thinking was the same as before, and shook his head: "It's not Fenghan."

"What is that, wait a minute" Song Bai stared at the wound on Ye Zhulu's index finger, Ye Zhulu had a wound on his index finger to embroider a purse, but there was no tiny pustule!

Could it be that the wound got worse when he met a beggar just now?

Shen Ziyin thought for a while: "You can go to the Imperial Hospital to find Gongsun Jie. He has studied diseases and plagues all his life, so he should be able to help you."

He also wanted to say that you shouldn't have too much hope, if the court had a way, they wouldn't block Qingshui Village, but he didn't say anything later.

In the Ming Dynasty, tens of thousands of people would die from the plague every year. The solution was either to massacre the village or the city to prevent the plague from spreading.Once the infectious disease is confirmed, the hospital is helpless, and the sick person must die, and the corpse will be cremated.

In less than a while, people in the capital began to suffer from the symptoms Shen Ziyin mentioned, and the emperor summoned all the imperial physicians in the imperial hospital.

The people who were infected were not large-scale, and only two or three out of ten people had it. They called this plague a sudden disease, and the solution was to arrest the sick people and lock them together to prevent more people from infecting them.

The emperor rubbed his temples: "Is there any other way besides this?"

If you kill thousands or even tens of thousands of people, they are also his people, how could he not be moved.

The imperial doctors exchanged broken words, and Mr. He said humanely: "Your Majesty, I have found out the source of this plague."

"Say."

"The plague didn't come from Qingshui Village, but Chu State. The head of Qingshui Village who died of illness said that he had contacted a couple from Chu State who were seriously ill. Seeing them, the head of Qingshui Village pitied them and took them in. Minister It was found that this disease did occur in Chu State, the emperor of Chu State adopted the method of destroying the source, and had to massacre the people of two villages, and that couple was the villagers who escaped from those two villages!"

"This kind of plague has never occurred in Ming Dynasty before." They are still researching.

Gongsun Jie stood up, "The plague in Qingshui Village has lasted for two months. I only learned of the plague in Qingshui Village five days ago. Your Majesty, if I knew about it early, there may be a way. Now... ...I thought that someone suppressed the news, this person has ulterior motives, please investigate it, Your Majesty."

"Isn't that the territory managed by Lao Jiu?"

"..." The Ninth Prince!

King Ping went to the imperial hospital but was in vain. The imperial doctors all went to the imperial study to discuss matters, "Your Majesty, King Ping asks to see you."

So even if Song Bai went, it would be useless. What they were thinking was not how to solve the plague, but how to find out the sinner and convict him, so that this disaster could be pinned on him.

This is a common method of officials, including their hospitals are no exception.This kind of atmosphere became their habit, and Shen Ziyin overestimated Gongsun Jie.

Song Bai lost his temper in front of the emperor, "Go out for treatment, whose fault are you all blaming here? It works now? Why don't you go out to control the disease? No one stops the infection. You have to wait until everyone is infected It's on fire! It's ridiculous, can you kill tens of millions of people in the capital?"

Gongsun Jie retorted, "My lord, please be careful with your words? We have already controlled the illness in Qingshui Village."

"Kill all the villagers in Qingshui Village and burn Qingshui Village? But some people escaped, and the plague has now spread into the capital."

"what!"

"Go to the medical hall and see for yourself. People who have the plague have occupied the imperial medical halls. The plague is still going on."

At this time, the imperial doctors of the imperial hospital asked the emperor to resign one after another. Song Bai glanced at the emperor and said in a cold tone, "Your Majesty, please let them act faster next time. The ethos formed by the officials must be changed. Habits are a kind of behavior." Something scary."

The emperor thought deeply. In the past, when Ming was oppressed by Kou, the generals who could fight in Ming could be counted on five fingers, but civil servants were useless to talk about war on paper.If Song Bai hadn't acted this time, I'm afraid Daming would have been reduced to a slave of the Kou Kingdom, useless as a scholar.

"Your Majesty, I once knew a dynasty. In the end, due to corruption, corrupt officials in the court, the decline of generals, and no one available when foreign enemies attacked, the entire dynasty was destroyed. It was too late for the emperor to save it. The dynasty is gone. .I don’t want Da Ming to be like it, and I don’t want you to be him. Your Majesty, this is your Da Ming. If you don’t save it when it’s sick, no one will save it.”

"I save you." The emperor glared at Song Bai, this is Daming of the Eastern Emperor clan, how could he watch it die, if it died, he would be ashamed of the ancestors who conquered the country.

Song Bai smiled, "It's not too late."

The imperial physicians had nothing to do, and neither could Shen Ziyin, and he didn't even know what kind of plague it was!In ancient times, medical treatment was underdeveloped, unlike modern times where one can find out and prescribe the right medicine.

There was a plague spreading on the street, and the college immediately suspended classes and told the students to go home. Song Bo returned to Prince Ping's Mansion with Qingxue.Song Bai is not in the palace, but has entered the space, and Ye Zhulu is lying sleepy in the villa.

Ye Zhulu had been suffering from a high fever, and he drank the antipyretics that Shen Ziyin had prepared for him, but it didn't help. Song Bai was sure it wasn't a bird flu virus. What was it? !

Song Bai hid him in the space. He wanted to use the space to see if he could alleviate his illness, but obviously he couldn't.Apart from storing things and letting seeds germinate here, it is useless for diseases.

"Xianggong..." Ye Zhulu lay on the bed and slowly opened his eyes. His whole body was uncomfortable and sore, his hands were so painful that he couldn't feel it, and his voice was extremely weak.

"Don't be afraid that my husband is here, where does Lu'er hurt?" Song Bai hugged his hand, comforting him.

"Sanggong, don't worry, I don't hurt." Every time he said a word, Ye Zhulu's face turned paler.

Before he passed out, he heard that he might be infected with the plague, and there was no way to save him, so the emperor ordered Qingshui village to be burned down.

"Don't talk, take a good rest, Xianggong will definitely save you." He will definitely save him.

Ye Zhulv rubbed Song Bai's hand obediently, he knew his body, he was about to lose strength, "Sanggong, if Lu'er is gone, you have to be well, eat every day, if Lu'er can't eat, you I want to help Lu'er eat."

"No, Lier, you'll be fine." Damn, what kind of plague is this.

"Xianggong..." He hasn't given birth to a big fat boy for Xianggong, hasn't watched the twins grow up, and hasn't waited for Qingxue's family to give someone he likes, so he doesn't want to give up.

"Hey, take a good rest."

Ye Zhulv fell into a coma again, Song Bai left the bedroom and plunged into the study in the basement.

Like the basement of a library, there are all kinds of books and manuals. These are the things his companions put in him as a moving box.

Song Bai opened a record of disease research and compared the symptoms of the plague one by one. Not everyone in Qingshui Village suffered from the plague, and those old women and men are the best examples.The same is true for the people who have been in contact with beggars, not most of them get sick.

Selective infection?No, it's not a plague, it's an infection!

Ye Zhulu had a wound on his finger, and the germs entered the body through the wound, and those infected people should have wounds on their bodies.

If he's right, it's sepsis!It is a systemic infection caused by Staphylococcus aureus, Escherichia coli, Streptococcus pneumoniae or Klebsiella pneumoniae, etc., invading the blood circulation!

There is a way, there is a way.

Song Bai left the space, hurried to the imperial hospital, and asked if the patients had wounds, and the imperial physician answered yes.Afterwards, Song Bai asked them to send people to take those infected people to the isolation area, and no one was allowed to get close to the patients.He took Gongsun Jie and several imperial physicians to the research institute.

"Your Excellency, aren't you in Tai Hospital, why are you here?"

"Old Su Ge, have you found what you were looking for last time?"

"I found it. Didn't I just wait for you to be free?" I asked you to come, but if you didn't come, how could you come here now?

Gongsun Jie also wondered what Song Bai meant, and dragged him over rudely.

"Master Gongsun, please do it according to the proportion I said." Song Bai came over with a bottle of sour liquid, which smelled like urine that had been left for more than ten years.

"What are you doing?" Song Bai is not a doctor, is he?

"Antibiotics." Song Bai took out a transcript and threw it to the imperial physicians.

After they read it, they exclaimed, the doctor who wrote this transcript is definitely a genius, the plague is nothing but rubbish in front of him, if they can make the things in the transcript, what plague are they afraid of.

Although they couldn't understand some words, they knew what the disease was through the description.

"I don't want more people to be infected, so hurry up."