In the past, Bianjing Street could not be driven as smoothly as he did. Even taking a carriage was not as fast as walking. Looking at how many people can be seen on the street today, the person he saw the most along the way was the Kaifeng Mansion Yamen. The soldier in front of him made the lively Wang Erlang very melancholy.
The soldier did not dare to stop Wang Zhi's carriage and drove directly into the government office. Wang Zhi, who was all the way away, saw a figure in purple robe and official uniform coming towards him. He trotted up to the carriage and pulled Wang Zhi before it stopped. Got off the bus.
"Cousin, where have you been these past few days? I've had people guard your house for several days and I haven't seen you come back."
Zhao Huan didn't know whether he was running or in a hurry. He was still sweating in the spring breeze of March. Wang Zhi secretly smiled, and he was indeed deflated.
"Cousin, don't panic. I have been working outside the city for the past few days to study anti-epidemic drugs. I just entered the city today. I didn't even go back home and came directly to you." Wang Erlang said this without blushing or heartbeat. talk.
"Cousin, is there any progress?" Zhao Huan asked eagerly.
"There has been some progress, but we are not yet able to eradicate it, but I think it will be soon."
Wang Zhi said carelessly, not because he was optimistic, but just to cheer him up, but he had to put it mildly.
However, his anger was obviously not enough. Zhao Huan did not show his face, but still looked sad, "Cousin, I may not be able to wait for the day when you eradicate malaria..."
"What's wrong?" Wang Zhi asked.
Zhao Huan let out a long sigh and said slowly: "The city is almost unstoppable. As of now, we know that there are more than two hundred people infected with the epidemic. You also know that this thing spreads from ten to ten, and from ten to hundreds, today it is hundreds." , it might be over a thousand tomorrow..."
"This morning, many ministers accused me of failing to provide disaster relief, which led to the spread of the plague. They also said that my improper management and control led to the fall of the city, skyrocketing prices, and complaints from the people..."
"Dad wanted to deal with me. Fortunately, some ministers interceded on my behalf, saying that this was a natural disaster and could not be stopped by human power..."
"Although my father stopped me and dealt with me on the spot, he also demoted me as a minister to the magistrate. In addition, I was only given five days. If the situation cannot be improved within five days, I will be demoted from all positions. Including...the position of prince."
After Zhao Huan said this, he felt a sense of relief. In his heart, he did not want to be the prince, including the future emperor. The burden was too heavy and he simply could not bear it. If it were not for the safety of himself and his family, if it were not for the return of There is a cousin who can protect him from wind and rain. He doesn't want to be the prince for a moment. No matter how he is dismissed, at least he has tried hard, and the ending will not be considered shameless.
Wang Zhi knew that his cousin had a cowardly personality and would lose his temper when encountering setbacks. Even if he relied on principles to persuade him, he could only manage it for a day. If he wanted to cheer him up, he had to rely on visible and tangible results, so he Without wasting any words, he said straightforwardly, "Okay, five days will be five days. My cousin will guard these five days, and I will leave the matter to my brother!"
"Cousin, are you sure?"
"none."
"..."
"Everything depends on people. How can you give up until the last moment?"
Zhao Huan was so ashamed that he did not dare to look into his cousin's eyes again.
"Whether it takes five days, ten days, or a year or ten, if I don't find the right medicine for one day, I will not give up. It concerns millions of people and future generations. If I don't do it, who will do it? "
Hearing this, Zhao Huan looked at his cousin who was shining brightly in the sun, feeling even more ashamed.
Today in the court, he had no chance to fight for his rights, not to mention the help of ministers, but he gave up. He had no confidence. Under the gaze of his father on the stage, he did not say a word.
"What do you need me to do?"
"Do a good job in isolating patients in the city, convene the city's doctors to discuss treatment methods, appease the people, and restore people's livelihood."
"Um!"
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Today, Wang Erlang went home. Zhong knew that he was doing business outside the city these days, so he didn't ask much about it, and only told him to pay more attention to his own safety.
Both the Wang family and the Zhong family are general families, and the training of the family's children has never been as good as growing flowers in a greenhouse. Although the Zhong family disciplined Wang Zhi harshly, they were in the general direction, and they were mostly laissez-faire on weekdays.
Mr. Zhong knew that although his son was naughty, he was not bad in nature and had his own principles in matters of right and wrong, so he was usually called Supervisor Wang Fu and did not interfere much in his life.
The family had dinner together. Wang Zhi played with the two children for a while and then went back to the room to sleep early. He thought he would not see the tragic situation of the refugees outside the city and could have a good sleep, but he was awakened by a nightmare before dawn. Recalling the dream scene of corpses everywhere outside the city, Wang Zhi felt lingering fear and had no intention of sleeping. He didn't know how many more sheds there would be in the patient camp as the day and night passed...
At the refugee camp outside the West City, it was just a little bright. A group of students and sages from the Juxian Hall had already gotten up early. Some were gathering materials to build tents, some were making fires to brew medicine, and some were recording the number of patients...
At this time, a student who recorded the number of patients was wearing a white gauze mask outside the patient shed and recording the various patients who came this morning. Some of them staggered over by themselves, and some were carried by others. He numbered each one carefully and directed the other person to the corresponding shed seat.
Suddenly someone tapped him on the shoulder. When he looked back, he saw a refugee with a sallow complexion.
"Are you sick? Go to that shed and lie down on mat No. 542. Someone will give you medicine in a while." The student pointed to a shed and said to him with an impassive expression.
"No... I am a person infected with the disease. I have a number..." The homeless man hesitated and didn't know what to say.
"Yes, I know you are infected with the disease, your number is 500..."
The student was a little impatient at first, and then woke up a little, "You said you have a number? What is your number?"
"My number is seventy-eight..."
"Seventy-eight?"
Seeing the refugee nodding, the student could no longer hold back the look of shock on his face. Seventy-eight was the number on the first day, which meant that the refugee in front of him was the first batch of people sent to suffer from the disease!
He knew that dozens of the first batch of people infected with the disease had died of the disease, and those who were still alive basically had more air coming out and less air coming in. How could they still stand and talk to themselves like him?
"Are you... okay?" the student asked nervously, even his voice was trembling.
"I don't know if it's any better... I just feel like I have some strength..." the Ranji refugee replied with some uncertainty.
"Okay, okay...just sit here for a while."
The student could no longer hold back the excitement in his heart, and raised his hand to stop a passing student, "Quick, go and see what decoctions were used for Patient No. 78!"
After that, he went to the temporary director of the camp, Wang Fu, to report the matter.
Wang Fu stood up instantly and ran to the homeless man without even putting on his clothes. He looked around and was very excited.
At this time, some students had already checked out the patient's medication, and found that he had used three bark decoctions, namely No. 78, No. 412 and No. 931.
"Hurry up and find out who purchased these three decoctions. Also, find these three barks and find a few more patients to test the properties of the medicine!"
Wang Fu immediately gave the order and everyone followed the order and left.
The moment the news spread, the patient camp was in full swing. Even the refugee camp not far away could see the abnormality here. Some people came to inquire and were shocked when they heard the news that some people with the disease had been cured. Some people didn't believe it and went out of the camp to ask each other for news.
Gradually, tens of thousands of refugees surrounded the camp where they usually dare not go near the sick people. When someone recognized that the refugee sitting in the middle was the patient who contracted the disease on the first day, the scene could no longer be controlled. , some people laughed, some cried, and some knelt down and kowtowed to God on the spot...
"What happened?"
Wang Zhi, who heard the commotion from afar, opened the curtains of the carriage and was a little surprised when he saw this.
It was a pity that Wang Gui was driving the car. Wang Agui, who cherished his words like gold, could not answer his question.
Could it be that too many people died last night...
Wang Zhi felt bad because he saw many of them kneeling and kowtow...
The carriage drove nearby, Wang Zhi got out of the carriage and stepped forward.
When a refugee saw Wang Zhi, he shouted, and the scene suddenly became chaotic again. A group of refugees rushed towards him, and Wang Erlang was so frightened that he backed away.
They won't blame me for those who died of illness!
I……
Just when Wang Erlang, with thousands of horses galloping in his heart, was retreating repeatedly, the leader of the refugees had already knelt on the ground and shouted that the saint was still alive...
A few days later, under Zhao Dexian's deliberate propaganda, they already knew who built this refugee camp, who gave them a place to live, food for them, and built a workshop for them to make a living. They also knew who was among them. Even after the plague broke out, he never left them, taking care of them day by day and guarding them night and day.
Now that they have found a medicine to solve the plague, how can they not worship, what is a saint, what is a god, what is a Buddha, what is the Three Purities Bodhisattva, the person in front of them is a saint, a god, a Buddha, and a Three Purities Bodhisattva !
Those who can save the people from fire and water are living saints!
Seeing the refugees who were prostrating themselves in front of him, Wang Zhi understood something. He suppressed the excitement in his heart and ignored the people who were kneeling in front of him. He rushed through the crowd and walked to the patient camp.
"Erlang!"
Wang Fu stepped forward, took Wang Zhi's hand, led him to the homeless man suffering from the disease, and explained to him, "This man contracted the disease on the first day, and now he can walk!"
When the Ranji refugees saw Wang Zhi coming, they quickly put down the porridge in their hands and were about to kneel to the ground while holding on to the stool.
Wang Zhi quickly helped him up and asked about his physical condition. He was surprised to learn that except for his weakness, other symptoms had improved a lot.
"Do you know what medicinal decoction cured it?" Wang Zhi asked quickly.
Wang Fu replied: "It is one of the three bark soups he drank, or a combination of two or three. They are all being tested. We should have an accurate answer today!"
"Okay!" Wang Zhi was overjoyed.
