“An interesting fact is that infectious diseases, which are so egregious to talk about, are inherently contradictory.
Transmission efficiency, and the ability to cause death, are difficult to agree on. "
Situ Zhi said gently: "The most violent diseases can kill patients in just a few days, but this also means that it is difficult for patients to infect other people.
And if the disease wants to increase its transmission efficiency, it is necessary to let the patient live for a longer period of time. It is best to maintain mobility and go to places with more people.
The contradiction between the two determines that it is difficult for the disease to completely, completely and comprehensively kill humans.
In comparison, the horror of war is even greater than that of disease. "
He raised a finger, "War will unleash unlimited malice against others, killing, looting, and burning.
The city was burned to the ground by raging fire, and the heads of dead people were piled up into a mountain. No one collected the bones on the roadside, and wild dogs held the arms of the dead bodies and ate them as if no one was watching.
Despite floods, droughts and locust plagues, four out of ten households can still survive, and even five out of ten households can survive.
After the war, not one of the ten households survived. . Even the refugees will be eaten as food reserves.
The splendid palaces and books containing wisdom were all burned down,
The entire civilization has undergone an irresistible regression. "
Situ Zhi sighed and said: "A nation, kingdom, and civilization are like a pot of old soup boiled over a low fire. If it is not stirred for a long time, it will solidify and become corrupt.
The final outcome will inevitably lead to a terrible military disaster.
The State of Yu was a splendid empire, but like all great empires in history, it had no ability to correct its own mistakes.
Instead of it declining due to rigidity after more than a hundred years, and its cultural heritage being completely destroyed by continuous wars,
Why don't I come in and remind them to change at all times?
From this perspective, the purpose of the Academy and I is the same - we are both guardians of civilization. "
"But teacher..."
Yushi hesitated for a moment, then pointed to the people of the Yu Kingdom shoveling dirt on the river embankment outside the window, "Won't they prevent the epidemic from happening by doing this?"
"Don't worry about that."
Situ Zhi shook his head and said: "Our goal has been achieved, hasn't it?
The entire Yu Kingdom has been operating efficiently. Due to the impact of spring plowing in Jiangnan Province this year, there is not enough food reserves, and the ability to launch a war has been lost in a short period of time.
What’s more,”
He smiled slightly, "I don't think we lost."
Bones.
The carriage drove around the corner and disappeared into the woods.
At the edge of the river embankment, Li Shan, who was dressed like an old farmer and whose skin was obviously tanned, seemed to feel something. He turned his head and looked, but only saw wicker branches swaying in the wind.
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The support provided by the imperial court of the State of Yu to Suzhou was considerable. Ship after ship of supplies, plus monks from the Academy, the Zhenfu Division, and several academies,
The hospital originally located in the city was moved outside the city.
Not only is the floor area twice larger, but the number of floors is also higher, and it can accommodate thousands of patients.
The walls were coated with a layer of white lime powder, and the surface was clean and tidy. Every half an hour, someone would bring a bucket of potion and sprinkle it on the ground.
"Mom, it hurts."
"Be good, bear with me and it won't hurt anymore."
In the ward, a mother was sitting in the corridor holding her six or seven-year-old son.
She was wearing a brown cloth, with a haggard look on her face.
The child in her arms, with a slightly yellow face, was groaning and twisting uncomfortably.
At this time, there were many patients and their family members sitting on the benches in the corridor.
Even though the ward has been built large enough, there are still people who cannot wait for a bed and can only wait here.
"vomit--"
Without any warning, the child in the woman's arms suddenly vomited, and the vomit dripped onto the floor of the corridor, emitting a pungent smell.
She stood up in a panic, rushed to the consulting room with her baby in her arms, and shouted, "Doctor Qian, look at my baby, he suddenly vomited!"
Doctor Qian was treating other patients. When he heard the shouting, he stood up with a slight frown, checked the child in the woman's arms, and said calmly: "It's okay, normal reaction."
He turned to the nurse and said, "Zhang Liu, go outside and get some sand and a broom. Sprinkle the sand on the vomit, and then use the broom to sweep it away."
The doctor's indifferent reaction did not alleviate the woman's panic.
Instead, she was even more at a loss, "Doctor, why is my son like this? He was fine the past few days..."
"I told you, it's a normal reaction. I warned you before when I took the medicine."
Doctor Qian frowned and said: "Although this tartaric medicine is very effective, it may cause vomiting, fever, dizziness, and headache.
I also suggested that you wait a few more days for a monk to be free, and then personally use the thread removal method to remove the schistosomiasis from your son's body.
But you just can't wait. Who can you blame? "
"me..."
The woman opened her mouth and said helplessly: "My husband-in-law, father-in-law, and mother-in-law are all dead. Only my son and I are left at home. He is my life..."
For a moment, the consulting room became quiet, and the patients and family members outside the room who were poking their heads to eavesdrop on the movement also pursed their lips slightly, feeling sad.
Under the attack of schistosomiasis, entire villages and households can disappear out of thin air.
The disintegration of a family is all too common.
The method of removing threads is good or bad,
But there were too many patients and the number of monks was limited.
How many patients can wait until the monks condescend to them and spend their spiritual energy to treat their illnesses?
Patients with no background and no problem,
Waiting left, waiting right, watching helplessly as the condition gets worse and worse.
It is better to follow the doctor's instructions and use tartar directly.
In the consulting room, there were only women's sad cries.
And the child's voice comforting his mother in a low voice, "Mom, don't cry, I don't feel any pain anymore..."
Tap tap tap.
Li Angzheng and Qiu Feng, who were wearing white coats, were passing by in the corridor. When they heard crying, they glanced into the consulting room.
He saw the child's jaundiced face and the helpless and compassionate expressions on the faces of the patients around him, and instantly understood what had happened.
Immediately he stepped into the room with a gloomy face, a slightly angry tone, and asked Dr. Qian: "What's going on? Didn't I say that children can't use tartar?!"
"Jun Li Xiaolang..."
Doctor Qian from Luoyang Hospital saw Li Ang, straightened his posture with some fear, and said tremblingly: "The list of the thread removal method was full ten days ago.
His mother begged me again and again, so I had no choice but to prescribe tartar..."
Li Xiaolangjun? !
The surrounding patients and family members were astonished. There were many doctors named Li in the entire ward, but there was only one doctor named Xiao Langjun.
Plop.
The woman knelt on the ground and kowtowed to Li Ang repeatedly, "Little Medicine King God, please be merciful and cure my son. I only have one son. I can't live if he dies..."
"...Get up. I'm not the King of Medicine, and I'm not worthy of your kneeling."
Li Ang took a deep breath, helped the woman stand up from the ground, turned his head slightly and said to Qiu Feng: "Read the silk for me."
"Huh? But..."
Qiu Feng was slightly stunned. She knew very well that Li Ang had just come out of another clinic and his spiritual power had not yet recovered. "I'll do it..."
"No need. You have also used up your spiritual power."
Li Ang took the thread from Qiu Feng's hand, paused for a while, and used the removal method to remove the schistosomiasis from the child's body.
Even with his current level of proficiency, the operation took more than four hours to complete.
It was getting late, and the woman hugged her son and left with great gratitude.
Li Ang stared blankly at the closed door of the consulting room, silent.
"The sun rises,"
Qiu Feng, who had used potion to clean the threads, noticed the expression on Li Ang's face that he had never shown before, and plucked up the courage to say: "You have done a good job, the removal of the threads just now was really beautiful... "
"Useless."
Li Ang lowered his eyes and murmured: "It's useless."
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