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Two days later, there was no news of the woodcutter's illness. Ji Mo looked at Ji Qingzhi suspiciously, thinking that his judgment was wrong.

When asked in the afternoon, Ji Qingzhi smiled: "I thought you were looking outside the door every day, but you were thinking about this, so let's go for a walk in the mountains tomorrow."

The last time I picked wild vegetables, I finally made a meal of wild vegetable noodles. The wild vegetable noodles with seasonings and meat are really delicious. Even Ji Mo ate two small bowls, and Ji Qingzhi even ate two large bowls. , Qi Peng saw that the two of them had a strong momentum, and there were not many wild vegetables in total, so he didn't dare to eat it. He just ate half a bowl and tasted it.

At that time, Ji Qingzhi said that the wild vegetables are delicious at this time, but unfortunately there will be nothing left in a few days, and if he goes now, he may have to dig some wild vegetables to eat again.

Thinking this way, Ji Mo saw Qi Peng's skillfully preparing things to go out, the small medicine hoe that he put in his back basket calmly, hehe, he couldn't help smiling at him, obviously he thought of it too.

Early the next morning, they went out like last time. Ji Qingzhi knew the woodcutter and which village he lived in, but he didn't know the exact location, so he happened to be greeted by someone on the road, so he asked by the way.

In a village, every household needs to use firewood, and everyone will go to the mountains to cut firewood, but there are not many who sell firewood alone for a living. Even if the small town is not far away, no one goes to the city to sell firewood every day. Just ask. up.

"It's Liu Qiao, hey, he's a good guy, but his fate is bad, he's gone."

The villager who spoke sighed like this, and the meaning in the words made Ji Mo stunned. It's gone, is it... dead?how so fast

Any disease has a development process. Even if it is a fatal disease, as long as it is not the level of poison that sees blood and seals the throat, the possibility of immediate death is very low. It can only be said that the fatality rate is high, and it can be delayed for a period of time. It did it, after all, such a big person, the virus is so small, even if it wants to conquer the city, it will have to run for a while.

Even if it is a plague, it will take at least one to two days to take away a person's life.

Do the math, it's only been three days since we met last time, could it be that he got sick that day and then died?

Ji Mo still felt that it was unreasonable. Ji Qingzhi had already thanked the villagers. He knew where Liu Qiao lived, but he didn't plan to go there. .

"Why don't you go?"

Ji Mo still doesn't understand, even if a person is dead, let's take a look at it anyway, even if the poor's family doesn't stop for a long time, there will always be a day or two, and no one mentioned the burial just now, so, can you still watch it? Looking at the dead body?Even if you can't see it, ask his family members, can his last symptoms be inferred from the symptoms he had before?

This kind of inference is also relatively accurate, allowing them to judge whether what Ji Mo said last time was wrong, and whether the illness that Ji Qingzhi thought of but didn't say was correct.

"Look at that man, don't you see anything?"

Ji Qingzhi asked Ji Mo.

The village they passed by this time was not the same as last time, and the people they saw were different from last time.

Ji Mo is eager to learn about inspection, but he has not developed the awareness of seeing a person first to see whether he is sick or not. When he is asked at this moment, he always has to recall it. He has a good memory, but he is not afraid The memory is out of shape, but this kind of judgment is still slower.

Ji Qingzhi walked quickly, and Qi Peng followed suit, and when Ji Mo was about to speak, they had already walked out of the village, and when they reached the corner of his mouth, he turned a corner, Ji Mo was surprised: "Walk so fast, where are you going? "

"Go to the next village."

As Ji Qingzhi said this, the expression on his face was not pretty.

Hesitating, Ji Mo looked at him, then at Qi Peng, and then at the surroundings. There was no one around, so he asked in a low voice, "Is he also sick? The same disease?"

This "he" refers to the villager who spoke just now. His eyes are red and red, which is clearly the same. As for the others, his complexion may also be the same. The people who go to the ground every day are even darker than Liu Qiao.

If everyone in a village suffers from the same disease, it is obviously not a simple disease. An infectious disease may be like a plague.

Not all infectious diseases can be classified as plague.

The fatality rate is high, and the mainstream plagues spread on a large scale. Most of these plagues are caused by viruses. The most famous of them is the plague. In the history known to Ji Mo, the number of deaths caused by the plague has already exceeded [-] million. , the death rate of tens of millions of other flus cannot compete with it.

This kind of disease also needs certain means to prevent and treat it in modern times. In ancient times, there is no targeted special medicine and research on pathogens, and it is almost helpless.

The most terrible thing is that the virus will also develop. The virus that broke out for the first time may have overcome the previous special medicine when it broke out for the second time. New medical methods are needed. In this regard, the progress of manpower is somewhat slow.

There was a faint bad guess in his heart. Facing Ji Qingzhi's silence, Ji Mo didn't ask any more questions, but followed him to the next village.

Most of the young and old people in the village have gone to work in the field, and there are some old people and children left. Ji Qingzhi glanced at these people, the expression on his face relaxed a little, but he didn't stop, and took Qi Peng to the next village ... After walking down several villages in a row, Qi Peng was panting with exhaustion when he finally returned to the city.

"Okay, get something to eat, wash that dish a few more times, and clean it up."

Ji Qingzhi told him that he didn't feel embarrassed to order Qi Peng at all, so Qi Peng responded and got into the kitchen to get busy.

Ji Mo refused to let Ji Qingzhi go, followed him into the room, and asked him in a low voice, "Will that disease be transmitted to others?"

Ji Qingzhi didn't nod or shake his head, but said: "I still don't understand it now, and I guessed wrong last time, now it seems that this disease may be... Forget it, go and see if the meal is ready, hurry up Aren't you tired after eating and running all day?"

At noon, they only ate two bites of the pancakes they brought. It is impossible not to be hungry at the moment. There is already an aroma from the kitchen. Ji Mo knows that he is young, and Ji Qingzhi will not talk to him if he has something to say. Don't ask any more questions, just go out to serve the meal.

After a simple meal of noodles, Ji Qingzhi sent Ji Mo and Qi Peng to continue learning to identify medicinal materials, while he walked around in the yard unconsciously. After an unknown amount of time, he stopped circling and went back to his room to rest. .

When he got up the next day, Ji Qingzhi got busy, going back and forth, almost missing the lunch cooked by the cook. Before he came back, the cook had already asked Ji Mo to know whether Ji Qingzhi was alive or not. Be prepared to invite others, so you can rest assured.

Even so, giving them this meal was a bit richer than usual, and it was obvious that they still didn't use any means.

When Ji Qingzhi came back, he ate in a big bowl, wiped his mouth after eating, and went outside to work again. When he came back, he told Ji Mo that he would take him outside for a doctor's visit.

"You are still young, just follow me and watch. There are few diseases in this small town, and you can't learn much on weekdays. Just knowing the medicinal properties of those medicinal materials is not enough."

Ji Qingzhi seems to have made this arrangement a long time ago, and it makes sense. This is also where Ji Mo had doubts earlier. If you want to study medicine, you can't do without contact with patients. You have to deal with medicinal materials all day long. But a pharmacist, not a physician.

But he thinks it will be another two years, he is still young, even the doctor is just a beginner, many things have not yet formed a conditioned reflex, even if it is exercise, there is no rush, you can wait for him When he grows up, at the age of fifteen or sixteen, he will go to see patients and gradually accumulate experience. After 30 to [-] years of accumulation, when he is old, he will naturally become a very experienced doctor.

This is also the step-by-step training method of almost all doctors. It is impossible to encourage them to grow and let them contact patients early. One is that children have low resistance and are prone to problems, and the other is that the disease is complicated and difficult to learn. fear.

It’s like learning, step by step is learning, and directly bombarding lower-grade elementary school students with high-grade Mathematics Olympiad questions is called dimensionality reduction strike.

Because Ji Mo had already predicted this in his heart, Ji Mo was a little surprised that Ji Qingzhi brought up this matter early, and secretly delighted in his heart. Could it be that his performance was so good that he decided to train himself as a genius?Naturally, the learning progress of a genius cannot be the same as that of an ordinary person.

But after thinking about it, Ji Mo came to his senses. It's impossible. Ji Qingzhi never did such reckless things. So, was it because of the disease in the village, the plague?

This kind of thinking made Ji Mo's face change slightly. Out of the corner of his eye, Qi Peng glanced aside, and he didn't ask the question in his heart. Qi Peng fled because of the plague, and almost all his family died because of the plague. Plague is something he fears very much, and he will flee immediately at the slightest sign of trouble. This is also his experience of fleeing in the past six years.

It’s not sure if the news is true or not, but if you let the name out first, the other party might run away again. He’s a refugee with nothing to worry about. Famous, few would hold him accountable. If he escaped now, there would be no obvious loss to the Ji family, but the cultivation these days has been in vain.

Besides, it is fine for him to run away alone in the past, but now he has finally settled down. He has gone deep into the Ji family and knows the reality of their family. An adult is considered young and strong, but he doesn't have much strength. Maybe, my lord, you can get some cheap.

Or sneak away some belongings while escaping... Ji Mo always thinks about the worst in everything, and after thinking about it, it is natural that some things are not easy for Qi Peng to know.

Moreover, unless the government investigates the matter of the plague, whoever dares to make a fuss will be punished.

Ji Qingzhi's big hand landed on Ji Mo's head, and gently stroked it: "If you have anything to bring, pick up the important ones and take two. Going out to see a doctor is not going out to play, so don't bring messy things."

"Okay, I see. I'll ask my junior to help me carry my things when the time comes."

Ji Mo deserves to be natural, and his language is tentative.

"You are a senior, you can make arrangements." Ji Qingzhi made no sense. Obviously, if he wanted to leave, he would also bring Qi Peng with him, which was somewhat laborious.

Ji Mo nodded.