Cooperate?
How to cooperate?
Tell those patients there is help.
The patients gathered together with great expectations, waiting for treatment, but what they were waiting for was a fire?
"Your Majesty, please forgive me for not obeying my orders."
In Hangzhou, no one has dared to reject him.
After hearing Lin Wanjie's answer, Prince Jing's face instantly darkened.
"Doctor Lin, this is an order, not an inquiry."
"Your Majesty, this is a virus, not a battlefield. You should listen to me now."
"Lin Wanjie, these are extraordinary times, and I don't want to waste my time with you."
With that said, Prince Jing took a step forward, and invisible pressure enveloped Lin Wanjie's body.
This was an unprecedented sense of oppression. Lin Wanjie frowned and couldn't help but take a step back.
Lin Wanjie knew very well how powerful Prince Jing was, so he secretly clenched his fists behind him for fear that the other party would suddenly attack.
But the prince did not take action. He seemed to suppress the anger in his heart and continued to explain to Lin Wanjie patiently: "Do you think this king is doing it for his own safety? I experienced all this personally twenty years ago. At that time, in the army, five Tens of thousands of soldiers and horses died, with less than five thousand dead, what kind of scene is that?"
"..." Lin Wanjie was shocked. She didn't expect Prince Jing to have experienced all this personally.
"Although that plague did not break out in my army, I will never forget that scene. Our army easily won a key battle with the convenience of the plague, but I know that the plague The consequences. If the plague breaks out in Hangzhou, do you know what will happen?"
Prince Jing loosened his clenched fists, put his hand on Lin Wanjie's shoulder, and patted him: "You are a doctor, you have your own ideas, I am the prince, guarding one side, and want to protect peace. You have to save people , I want to save the country, and I want to stabilize the situation, so I have to find a simple and practical way. Even if the method is a little cruel, I still have to do it."
Lin Wanjie could understand that burning patients together was indeed the fastest and most effective way to stop the spread of the virus.
This can effectively protect the lives of healthy people.
However, among these patients, there are many who can survive through willpower and physical fitness.
Most of them can still survive, just burned in a fire...
Even if it is a method, it is still difficult for Lin Wanjie to do it.
"Qinghao, when we find Qinghao, we will find a solution." Lin Wanjie insisted.
"I can give you two days. If the so-called Qinghao arrives after two days, I can spare their lives. However, during this period, I hope you can cooperate with me to pacify the soldiers of the wealthy merchants. Screen out all patients.”
"Two days..."
Lin Wanjie thought about it and compromised.
If you can find Artemisia annua, two days will be enough.
Lin has been to Daqingshan twice in the evening, and he seems to have seen Artemisia annua in his vague memory.
"Okay, then follow the prince's wishes and wait for another two days."
The morning light is now, and the spring breeze is coming.
The weather in Hangzhou is getting better day by day.
But the haze hanging over the city of Hangzhou is getting heavier day by day.
On this day, more people died of illness, and the fleet of corpses was no longer enough. Many families had to drag the bodies of their loved ones to be buried in the mountains and forests outside the city.
Because I have been exposed to patients for a long time, I obviously felt sick again after I came back.
If one person gets sick, the whole family will get sick, and in the end, no one will find out if the remaining people die.
On the street, little girls who sold their bodies to bury their fathers are everywhere, crying and looking pretty and well-behaved, but no one pays attention to them.
Because the wealthy people in Hangzhou have too much time to take care of themselves.
Even the Xiao Mansion had patients, and after one night, even the eldest lady got sick.
Fortunately, Mr. Xiao was once the steward of the City Prince's Mansion and was well-informed. Based on the external situation, he decisively determined that a plague was brewing in Hangzhou.
So the sick people were isolated and strictly prohibited from contact, and the eldest lady was also locked up in a separate hospital.
At chen shi, four servants who had left early came back.
The eldest lady is ill and the second lady is pregnant.
Mr. Xiao had to personally take charge of matters in the Xiao Mansion.
Mr. Xiao was leaning on a cane, and his thin body looked a little rickety.
In the past, in the eyes of the servants, the master was a patient, either lying on the bed or lying on a chair, sick and listless.
Unexpectedly, before this incident, the little old man suddenly became tougher. His waist was bent, but his eyes were shining without any trace of fatigue.
"What's going on? Have you called a doctor?"
A servant shook his head.
The other servant still shook his head.
The third servant said: "Master, the whole of Hangzhou is full of patients now. People are dying everywhere. The medical clinics can no longer accommodate the patients. Some medical clinics have closed their doors."
"I also heard... I heard that Dr. Chen himself died of illness. There is no doctor in Hangzhou who can cure this disease."
Xiao Lian, who was standing next to Mr. Xiao, exclaimed: "Huh? The doctor is dead, so who else can cure the disease? Where is Mr. Lin? Why hasn't Mr. Lin come back?"
"There are not enough doctors in the city now. How can Prince Jing's Mansion let Brother Lin back?"
"Damn it!" Xiao Lian cursed, "Lin Da is a member of the Xiao family. How could Prince Jing's Mansion do this? We still have patients at home! If the eldest lady is so ill, Lin Da should treat her."
"That's enough!" Mr. Xiao raised his hand to interrupt, "This is a plague, and it cannot be changed by us mortals. Even Mr. Lin may be helpless... If he could be cured, Prince Jing's Mansion should have released him long ago. Wait for a letter from me and give it to Prince Jing's Mansion, asking Prince Jing to let Lin Da go home for one day for the sake of Prince Cheng."
"Yes, yes, no matter what, it is always right to bring Lin Da back first."
After Mr. Xiao finished speaking, he turned around and went to the room to find pen and ink, wrote a letter and gave it to Xiaolian.
Xiaolian took the letter and hurriedly left.
"Wait a minute!" Mr. Xiao shouted, "Tell me, what are you going to say when you get to the palace? After all, you were rejected last time at the palace."
Xiaolian was stunned for a moment, and then she remembered the last encounter. Her little brows furrowed slightly, and her expression was tense and full of doubts: "Master, what do you want me to say?"
"It doesn't matter whether this letter can be delivered to the prince. What matters is that you want to let Mr. Lin know that the eldest lady is ill. Do you understand?"
Xiaolian's eyes lit up: "Yes, as long as Mr. Lin knows that Madam is sick, he will definitely find a way to go home."
Mr. Xiao nodded and waved: "Go."
Xiaolian put the letter into her sleeve and hurried out.
Within half an hour, they arrived outside Prince Jing's Mansion.
Outside Prince Jing's Mansion, there were obviously far fewer soldiers, with only one person guarding it.
When the other party saw Xiaolian approaching, he quickly scolded: "Don't get close to Prince Jing's Mansion!"
"I am a maid of the Xiao family. My master has a book entrusted to Prince Jing."
"From the Xiao family? What's the matter?"
Xiaolian took out the letter: "My wife is sick, please Lin Da go home quickly to treat her illness."
