The Tyrant's Cannon Fodder Queen[Transmigration Book]

Most of the vulnerable group of patients were knocked out by Zhang Si and lay on the ground in disorder.

The person who was not dizzy struggled and wanted to get up, and crawled out the door with his eyes open.

Some people have cyanotic symptoms on their faces and lips, and their conjunctiva are congested and red, as if they were evil spirits crawling out of the ground, which is frightening.

The prince held a sword in his hand, and what he saw in his eyes was this terrible scene of hell.

"Your Highness, you can't stay here, go back quickly!" Xue Yao took off his blood-stained protective coat and asked the prince to leave the quarantine area quickly.

The prince looked back at Xue Yao in surprise: "These are ordinary people infected with the plague? How many people in this county have been infected with the plague?"

Xue Yao asked him to take a step to speak, walk out of the fence, and stay away from the ward. Xue Yao took off his mask and gloves, and reported to the prince: "The surviving infected people are basically in this valley. The letter explained it to you - because the spread and death of this vicious plague was extremely fast, most of the infected people died before they could be treated in time.

At present, according to the rough statistics of the government, there are more than 4000 dead people in the county. Before the quarantine, the number of infected people per day exceeded [-]. After the quarantine and epidemic prevention, the daily number of infected people has approached zero. "

The prince asked nonchalantly, "Why didn't you allow blood to be seen just now? Is this plague spread through blood?"

Xue Yao explained patiently: "The plague is mainly divided into two types. I divided the patients into two wards. This ward is for patients with relatively mild glandular plague. The common people call this disease pimple disease, which is related to the spread of malaria. The way is similar, mainly spread by insect bites.

Once the treatment is ineffective and the course of the disease is prolonged, the plague may infect the lungs through the blood and become a pulmonary plague.

Pneumonic plague patients are in another ward. They are so-called patients who can make people sick at a glance. Their exhaled breath contains plague. Once infected, most of them die violently within three days. People with plague in the middle are also worried about getting sick. "

Xue Yao said these shocking words so calmly.

The prince turned his head to look at the patients in the fence with cyanotic complexions and blood-red eyes, and asked Xue Yao, "You have been staying with these people every day for the past two months? What if you also contract the plague?"

Xue Yao explained: "I prepared clothes to protect my body and mouth and nose. I put them on every day to prevent the epidemic. After returning home, I soaked them in plague-killing water..."

"What if?" The prince stared at Xue Yao in disbelief: "It's come to this point, 'looking at each other and attracting the plague' is not alarmist! What if you also contract the plague? Die within three days? Why do you Don't let go and go back to Beijing?"

"This is His Highness's trial county for the new law..."

"This is a lonely thing! You don't need to be responsible."

Xue Yao was taken aback by the prince's yelling, and turned to look at the patients who looked like evil spirits inside the fence in a daze.

He looked back at the prince, and said helplessly, "Leave it alone, what are they going to do? Let the whole county and even the people in neighboring counties become like this?

I might be able to save them, and at worst I would lose one life, but maybe hundreds of thousands of lives could be exchanged, do you think I can let go?

Let go, if all these hundreds of thousands of people die, will I still be able to sleep in the future? "

A moment of silence.

The prince looked at the frail young man in front of him, nodded slowly, and said in a low voice with emotion: "A man of great talent, righteousness and true countryman, Xue Yao, you are so lonely and ashamed."

Xue Yao hurriedly nodded: "Your Highness is serious."

After speaking, he turned his head and looked behind the prince. He didn't see the imperial guards, but only five imperial physicians who had just got off the carriage and chased them over.

Xue Yao asked suspiciously, "Did you bring anyone else?"

Hearing the words, the prince lowered his eyes, and said helplessly: "Father only allows more doctors to be sent, and the army is not allowed to interfere. He just slipped out of Beijing on the excuse of trivial matters in the granary, and wanted to see how he could help."

Xue Yao suddenly felt cold.

No wonder the prince, who never broke his promise, took so long to come. It turned out that the emperor insisted not to send troops and insisted on letting the doctor control the epidemic.

"It's okay." Seeing the prince's ashamed expression, Xue Yao could only comfort with a wry smile: "Now the epidemic has been largely brought under control, and only these patients are left to take care of. Just now, more than ten servants have been dispatched. The ward is not manned enough. It's time to feed the medicine, so I have to cook the medicine now."

"Leave the preparation of the medicine to me." Behind the crown prince, the leading old doctor walked over with a smile, rolled up his sleeves and said to Xue Yao, "Mr. Xue, can I have a look at the prescription?"

"Don't bother Imperial Physician Xu to do it," Xue Yao hastily stopped him, "You are so unprepared..."

"Be prepared." Doctor Xu took out a mask from his sleeve and put it on, and smiled at Xue Yao, "I take everything you sent with me."

Another younger imperial doctor followed up with Xu imperial doctor with a cold face.

He usually objected to Xue Yao pretending to be a Taoist priest to confuse the common people. At this moment, his face was reddish and he was a little ashamed, but he still complained to Xue Yao in a rough voice: "You keep saying that this valley is a treasure land of gossip and feng shui full of yang, and we need to get rid of it. Plague ghost, how did I know that you were brewing medicine to treat people here? You didn’t say anything about the shortage of manpower, as if you were the only doctor in the whole county! Aren’t we human?”

The other three imperial physicians finally found the steps, walked quickly into the valley, pushed up the cart carrying the corpses, and asked Xue Yao, "Where are these sick corpses going to be sent for incineration?"

Xue Yao was at a loss for a while, most of these doctors had disliked him since they came to Pingrong County.

Especially after he pretended to be a Taoist priest, only the old imperial doctor Mr. Xu has been secretly supporting him and helping him answer many dialectical theories in Chinese medicine.

Mr. Xu is nearly seventy years old. It is really dangerous to come to the isolation area to take care of the patients. Xue Yao still dissuades him: "My lord, there are not many patients now. You should go back to the yard and wait for me..."

"You just said that there are not enough manpower. Is there any reason for the few of us who come to treat the sick to stand by and watch?" Master Xu said solemnly: "If we didn't want to do our best, we would have left with those who said they were sick. The doctor left together.

It is the mission of soldiers to fight for the country, and it is the duty of our doctors to practice medicine and cure diseases.

If you don't fall down for a day, you shouldn't let a benevolent and righteous national soldier like you put yourself in danger.You have already saved the people of the entire county, so let us take care of the rest of the trivial matters, so that we don't have to come here, do nothing, and go back to Beijing to ask someone to poke the back. "

After hesitating for a moment, Xue Yao accepted the request of several doctors to join, and began to assign people to boil medicine and burn corpses.

The prince also rolled up his sleeves and wanted to help, but Xue Yao resolutely stopped him.

"Your Highness, do you still remember the last few paragraphs of the request in my letter?" Xue Yao pulled the prince to a corner where no one was around, and solemnly reminded: "Your safety is always the top priority. Only when a man's ruler has this heart can he implement it properly."

The prince did not expect that he would dare to say this in person, so he immediately looked around vigilantly, frowned and warned Xue Yao: "Your meaning is clear, you can't say that."

"Forgive Xue Yao for taking the liberty, just understanding is not enough." Xue Yao looked at the prince anxiously: "You have to be able to do it, and it is enough for us to do things that combine benevolence, righteousness, loyalty and filial piety. You must always keep yourself Your safety is the first priority. If you are safe, the common people in the world will be better off, and your brothers will not be treated harshly. The implementation of the new law is difficult. The root cause is the lack of power and being constrained everywhere. It can only help you so far and solve the difficulties in Pingrong County. If there are still difficulties in the future, you might as well suspend the implementation and wait patiently for the right time."

Xue Yao couldn't help it anymore, he had to be clear about what he had to say.

This time, in the catastrophe of Pingrong County, Xue Yao's ability to go back alive depends on three points of luck.

The position of the crown prince was finally saved, and a year and a half later, he would set out for a catastrophe. If the crown prince still desperately saved the emperor by then, all Xue Yao's efforts would be in vain.

What he said was too blatant, and it implied that the prince would patiently wait for the emperor to die before making trouble.

If someone with a heart hears it, they will be beheaded.

The prince's filial piety was not pretended, so his complexion turned bad after hearing it. It was also because he knew Xue Yao's good intentions, coupled with his talent and righteousness in saving the country and the people, that the prince suppressed his anger, and just said: "I understand alone."

Half a month later, the last five patients in the quarantine area recovered. They washed their bodies with soap and well water, put on new clothes, knelt and said goodbye to Xue Yao gratefully, and went back to their respective homes.

Only Xue Yao and the five imperial physicians were left in the isolation area, and the gatekeepers sat chatting at the mouth of the empty valley.

It's been a long time since I've had such a leisurely day.

At the end of the first day, no new patients were sent to the quarantine area.

Neither did the next day.

Neither did the third day.

The five imperial physicians were all excited and cheered, but Xue Yao couldn't seem to believe it.

I can't believe that I have defeated the number one killer of human beings that has been raging for centuries.

Xue Yao arranged for the government servants to burn all the daily necessities in the quarantine area, and then calmly followed the imperial doctors back to the mansion to pack up and prepare to return to Beijing.

Several imperial physicians admired the boy's composure.

After making such great achievements, there is no pride at all.

Xue Yao himself didn't know what was going on in his mind, he always seemed to have some concerns.

On the day of departure, Xue Yao was invited to get into the prince's carriage, and the carriage stopped suddenly when it reached the street.

The prince asked the driver why he didn't leave.

The coachman said that there were people blocking the way ahead.

Xue Yao, who was sitting in a daze in the car, suddenly raised his head, lifted the curtain and jumped out of the carriage, walked quickly to the front of the car, and was instantly shocked by the scene in front of him——

The streets were crowded with ordinary people from Pingrong County, holding eggs, rice and bacon in their hands, watching the motorcade back to Beijing with red eyes.

Seeing Xue Yao getting out of the car, the people who dared not speak out suddenly fell to their knees, tears streaming down their cheeks, and shouted chaotically, "The grace of saving lives is inscribed within five years" and "Live Bodhisattva lives a hundred years"...

Xue Yao seemed to know what he was waiting for for a moment.

He looked in surprise at the common people who couldn't see the end of the street.

Looking at one face after another, the complexions of all the old and young are glowing with healthy ruddy.

Every time he glanced at it, Xue Yao's worries were filled.

The prince and the doctors also got off the car one after another, looking at the mighty "army of the people" that filled the streets.

A burly boy carrying a bamboo basket forced his way out from the crowd, rushed to Xue Yao, and begged him to accept his meager gift.

Xue Yao recognized at a glance that this was a cured patient in the isolation area, and immediately pinched the boy's face in surprise: "I haven't seen you in half a month, your little cheeks are rounded, and you have a good appetite?"

The young man knelt down in front of him, raised the basket, and shouted: "My mother said that there is no way to repay a big favor, please accept this bit of bacon."

Xue Yao grinned and teased him, "Is it your mother who wants to thank me, or you who want to thank me?"

The young man was taken aback by the question, and after careful consideration, he remembered that his mother had cried happily all night after seeing him recover and returned home that day, so he decided to give this opportunity to his mother, so he said, "Thank you for coming one by one. ? Then let my mother thank you first!"

"Pfft..." Xue Yao laughed, smiling, but his eyes began to burn.

As a "living Bodhisattva", it is not good to cry in front of ordinary people.

Xue Yao hurriedly accepted the boy's thank you gift, and said to the people: "This thank you gift is enough to represent everyone's feelings for Xue Mou. The victory over the plague ghost is not due to me alone, but also thanks to everyone's flexibility and understanding of me." trust. After returning to Beijing, I will make the recipe of the holy stone public, and hope that everyone can carry forward the habit of eliminating plague, so as to keep Pingrong safe for generations.”

The author has something to say:

I would like to pay tribute to Mr. Wu Liande, a plague fighter in the late Qing Dynasty, with "Pandemic Control in Pingrong County".