"What? Is there a plague nearby?"
When Song Xin was at home that day, Xia Ren told him a piece of news during a casual chat. It was said that people in a town near Xudu were suffering from a strange disease. At first no one paid attention, but more and more people showed the same symptoms, and some people even started to die. After the news reached Xudu, it did not cause any panic.
In this era, plagues and natural disasters continue, and people have become accustomed to it. Among the common people, even a young man is considered very lucky if he can live to be forty years old, but it is even rarer to live to be seventy or eighty years old.
However, Song Xin felt that the matter was not that simple, especially after hearing the situation described by Xia Ren and seeing Wei Qi and Mandrill at the Three Saints Sect that day. He vaguely felt that this matter might have something to do with the Three Saints Sect.
That day, he found an excuse to go out and went straight to the small town outside the city. When he arrived at the outskirts of the town, he saw several cars parked here with the flags of the National Medical Administration on them.
"It turns out that the imperial court has sent people to check, but why don't these medicine carts go in?" Song Xin walked into the town with doubts. At the same time, he found a handkerchief and covered his mouth and nose.
Song Xin came to the town and soon saw a court medical officer, and told him that he was an apprentice sent by the National Medical Administration. The medical officer didn't have any doubts when he saw Song Xin. He frowned and said, "Do you know how to take a pulse?"
"The villain is an apprentice and only knows a little bit about it."
The medical officer shook his head helplessly and said: "Everyone who is sick has drawn a circle mark on the door. You go and gather those people, check their pulse and tongue coating first, and then report to me."
Song Xin came outside a house with a white circle at the door. Before entering, she heard the sound of vomiting coming from inside the house. When his consciousness swept inside, he was still surprised. He saw a family of four in the house, all lying on the straw mat. The hair of the host and hostess had almost fallen out, and their bodies were as thin as corpses. The erythematous rash and flakes were very disgusting. Their two children were also covered in red rashes. They were lying on the bed breathing weakly. It was obvious that they could hardly hold on.
Song Xin was about to open the door to check when he heard a voice coming from behind, "Who is here? Why are you here?"
When I turned around, I saw it was a young woman.
She was about nineteen years old, with fair skin and almond-shaped eyes. But at this time she was carrying a medicine box and she looked like a doctor.
"Oh, I'm Song Xin, an apprentice at the National Medical Administration. I was ordered by the medical officer to check the patient's symptoms. I wonder what I call this sister?"
The woman frowned slightly and said, "My surname is Song Wan, and my courtesy name is Hanzhi. Little brother, this place is very dangerous. I advise you not to go in."
Song Xin said: "I am also an apprentice of the National Medical Administration. I dare not disobey your orders."
Song Wan said: "In that case, then you should follow them, but don't get close to them." Then he saw the handkerchief on Song Xin's face, "Why are you wearing this?"
"Oh, I also encountered the plague when I was a child. A passing alchemist taught me this method, saying it can prevent it.
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Stop the plague. Haha, I just don’t know if it’s useful. "
Song Wan said: "Oh, if you are an alchemist, maybe there is some truth." Then she walked into the house carrying the medicine box.
At this time, Xiaoyu quietly reminded: "Song Xin, she is a practitioner."
Song Xin was about to take a step to follow, but his body froze when he heard these words. He quietly scanned Song Wan's body with his probing technique, and sure enough he noticed a weak spiritual energy fluctuation. At the same time, he was also very satisfied with the power of the detection technique, and Song Wan did not notice it at all.
"Sister Song Wan, are you a doctor?"
"Well, I'm a distant relative of the Chen family here. I came back from studying medicine and I can diagnose and treat it." Song Wanzheng carefully checked the patient's symptoms and spoke perfunctorily.
Song Xin saw that she was skillful in looking, hearing and asking, so she was probably not lying, so he continued to ask: "Sister, do you know what kind of disease this is?"
Song Wan was concentrating on feeling her pulse, frowning slightly, and said a little impatiently: "If you are willing to help, go and find some medicinal materials for me." As she said this, she handed over a bamboo slip with several medicinal materials written on it.
Song Xin took the medicinal materials and looked at them, "Are these antidote medicinal materials? Are they poisoned?"
Song Wan didn't expect that Song Xin knew the medicinal materials and their functions, so she said, "Well, these are used to cleanse their bodies. As for the symptoms, we don't know yet."
Song Xin nodded, walked out of the courtyard, and walked along the path in the town to find the medicine cart from the National Medical Administration. There were many townspeople who could still move along the way. Although they were not as haggard and covered in sores as the family, they were also in poor condition, and there was a sour smell permeating the town.
He found a relatively healthy man and asked, "When did the plague here start?"
When the man saw that Song Xin was a young man, he waved his hands and weakly persuaded him: "You should leave quickly. Don't stay here for too long. Otherwise, you will be in trouble if you contract the disease."
"Brother, I am an apprentice at the National Medical Administration, and I am here to treat everyone. Master asked me to understand the ins and outs of the matter, so that I can find the cause of the disease as soon as possible."
The townspeople sighed and said: "About twenty days ago, when the Chen family, a wealthy family in the town, was digging a well, they dug out a copper coffin. A few brave young men opened it at that time. It didn't matter once it was opened. A black gas spewed out from inside, and one young man turned black and died. Later, people in the town began to develop sores and phosphorus flakes all over their bodies. Some were so severe that they couldn't even breathe."
Song Xin frowned and asked, "What happened next?"
"Later, an alchemist named Wen Zhong came and said that the copper coffin was an evil-suppressing treasure of the Chen family's ancestors, and it helped everyone suppress the underground demons. As a result, we opened it, and the demons escaped and started to harm everyone."
"Alchemist? Wen Zhong?" Song Xin didn't expect there to be an alchemist here.
He continued to ask: "He knows it is resentment, but is there any way to treat it?"
"To be honest, this alchemist did have a few problems. He was originally covered in red spots and phosphorus flakes. After drinking a dose of his talisman water, he was almost healed."
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Song Xin was stunned, "So magical? Then I must go and see it."
The townspeople said: "Well, it's just that the imperial medical officers don't believe it. Among the people, there are also some people who don't believe in the alchemists. Those medical officers and Wen Zhong should be in front of the ancestral temple in the middle of the town now."
"Okay, let's go take a look."
Song Xin followed the instructions of the townspeople and walked to the ancestral hall. There were several cars from the National Medical Administration parked here, and a bearded medical officer was arguing with a middle-aged alchemist about something.
She walked over curiously and saw that it seemed that the alchemist and a group of common people were blocking the people from the National Medical Administration. They were surrounded by a group of townspeople, holding farm tools and looking very angry. Behind the medical officer was a group of civilians, but the number was obviously smaller than the opposite.
"They didn't get the plague, but they were cursed by resentment because they disrespected their ancestors!" At this time, the alchemist's voice reached Song Xin's ears. When the surrounding townspeople heard this, they all shivered and looked frightened.
"What? That's nonsense. They obviously have malignant sores." The bearded medical officer said tit for tat.
The alchemist said with disdain: "Sir, how can the sore spread among so many people?"
At this time, a well-dressed middle-aged man with a mustache and a fat figure behind the alchemist came out and said: "Yes, this old fairy said it was because my family wanted to dig a well last month, and accidentally It touched the spiritual veins of the ancestors, and then the sin was committed."
Several townspeople also echoed: "Yes, if it weren't for choosing the wrong place to dig the well, this disaster would not have happened."
Song Xin, who was outside the crowd, frowned, "There are spiritual veins here? Why can't I feel it?"
At this time, the bearded medical officer said: "Don't listen to Wen Zhong's nonsense. What moved the spiritual veins? I think there is something wrong with the water you drank. Let me try it with a silver needle."
A young town citizen immediately jumped out, stopped the medical officer and said, "If you dare to touch the well, we will... just... die for you. Let's see how the court will care about you!"
The medical officer was speechless for a while and said, "I just want to get a bowl of water."
"Not a drop of water will do. Immortal Wen said that under this well is the spiritual vein of the ancestors. Not a drop of water or a grain of soil can be touched!" The young man shouted angrily. Although he also had a rash on his face, he was still shaking with anger. It was as if the medical officer could kill him just by taking a bowl of water.
Behind the medical officer, a young man who looked like a scholar came out and said: "If it is really the grievances of the ancestors, then it is settled now, so why do you still want to stop the medical officer?"
"You, a poor scholar, know so much, but you have no place to speak here!" Before the young scholar could finish speaking, he was scolded by the middle-aged man with a mustache opposite him.
The young man seemed to be afraid of him. He lowered his head and retreated into the crowd without daring to speak any more.
Song Xin observed the formation here. It was obvious that the people still believed in Wen Zhong more, but he had a faint doubt. Why did Wen Zhong appear just after digging the well?
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