"When the epidemic first broke out, the county magistrate and others were still there. He asked the soldiers to rush all the patients to the east of the city for unified treatment. They saved and saved, but the doctor fell, the soldiers fell, and the officials ran away. ." said Wang Dazhuang, the leading man.
"Many people die every day in the east of the city, and the corpses can't be hauled away every day by bullock carts." Wang Dazhuang was talking, and a lean man walked towards him. His whole body was covered tightly, only his pair of eyes were exposed. With tired and numb eyes, he was pulling a broken ox cart, which was filled with layers of dead people.
When Wang Dazhuang and the others saw this, they quickly hid far away.
Seeing that Xiang Zhihan and Jiang Buwan were still leaning forward unconsciously, Wang Dazhuang waved to them hurriedly, "Doctor Xiang, Madam Xiang, you two come over quickly! They both have a strong smell on their bodies. , will be infected.”
Xiang Zhihan said, "I need to check for symptoms."
He looked back and saw Jiang Buwan following him without protection. He stopped and took out a piece of silk handkerchief from his arms. He carefully folded it three times and tied it to Jiang Buwan's face to protect her mouth and nose.
Fortunately, Jiang Buwan has a small face and can be tied up.
After he finished, he was worried that Jiang Buwan might still catch the plague due to his poor health.
He pretended to be groping in his sleeves but actually took out a pill from the Qiankun bag and handed it to Jiang Buwan.
"Wanwan, this elixir can keep you safe."
"Thank you, husband." Jiang Buwan said with a smile, "Husband is so kind to me."
That's not the case, Xiang Zhihan thought guiltily, he was just afraid that Jiang Buwan would die and he would have to wait another eighteen years.
Jiang Buwan smiled and took the light brown elixir with a faint medicinal fragrance, but she did not swallow it in a hurry. Instead, she glanced at the people behind her and asked, "Husband, what about them?"
Xiang Zhihan was stunned. He thought Jiang Buwan would swallow it by herself, but he didn't expect that in this situation, she would still be worried about others.
Xiang Zhihan said, "Don't worry, I will save them."
He had just seen the dead people, and he already had the prescription for treating the disease.
The remaining work is to boil and divide the medicine.
The group of them rushed towards the east of the city. Most of the east of the city were temporary shacks with poor sanitary conditions. Patients with mild and severe symptoms were all mixed together, which was even more detrimental to the recovery of the disease.
The patients were all lying listlessly on the bed. Even if someone came, they didn't bother to look up. More patients were flushed, sweating and feverish, and some of them looked healthy. take care of patient.
At first they were forced to come here, but later they were left unattended. Some of them had nowhere to go. They were suffering from a highly contagious disease and their families would not accept them even if they returned. Some of them did not want to go. He brought his family with him and came here to fend for himself.
"Wanwan, please help me take out these medicines from the car." Xiang Zhihan wrote down a medicine list and handed it to Jiang Buwan.
Jiang Buwan has been following Xiang Zhihan during this period. She has memorized almost all the medicinal materials, so finding medicine is not difficult for her.
"Wang Dazhuang, help me find a big pot. I want to cook medicine here." Xiang Zhihan ordered things in an orderly manner. After a while, everyone received their own tasks and started busy.
In just half an hour, the fire was set and the medicine was put into the pot.
Wang Dazhuang found a broken gong and beat it around the east side of the city, shouting, "There is medicine, there is medicine! We will all go to the street entrance to get the medicine later."
In fact, Wang Dazhuang didn't need to shout, the patients gathered around him as soon as Xiang Zhihan's medicine was finished.
They were already in despair, tortured by diseases every day, and could not see a glimmer of hope. But now someone was sending medicine. Regardless of whether the medicine was useful or not, it was very attractive to them.
After all, no one wants to die if they can live.
If Wang Dazhuang hadn't organized a group of militiamen in advance to protect Doctor Xiang and the medicine pot, the patients would have come up to rob them.
"Don't rush, don't be anxious, everyone can drink the medicine."
"This is medicine, not rice. One bowl per person. Drinking too much is useless!"
Wang Dazhuang shouted while beating the gong.
"This medicine is very strong. If you take one more sip, not to mention curing the disease, you will be dead the next day." Xiang Zhihan deliberately said in a volume that could only be heard by the people in the front row.
But his small voice had a much better effect than Wang Dazhuang's constant shouting.
Because of his status as a doctor and the mystery with which he spoke only one sentence, the people in the front row thought they had heard some great secret.
They immediately remembered it as an imperial edict, after all, it was closely related to their own lives.
Xiang Zhihan passed it on to others through their mouths.
It's strange to say that if something is told to you openly, you will hesitate and think there must be a conspiracy.
But if someone tells you secretly, you will feel that you have seen through the truth of the matter and you are a very smart person.
The news that drinking too much of this medicine would lead to death spread to everyone's ears in less than half an hour, as if it had grown wings.
Everyone kept this in mind and did not dare to drink more. Some timid ones even asked if they had given him too much.
Jiang Buwan guarded another big pot and filled the medicine for everyone. She was naturally beautiful and gentle, so the queue for her was particularly long. Everyone received the medicine and praised Jiang Buwan for being a kind-hearted person. little bodhisattva.
Xiang Zhihan was guarding pot after pot of medicine stove, boiling medicine.
His eyes would occasionally fall on Jiang Buwan, who was surrounded by people. She had her sleeves rolled up, her black hair tied high, her hands and feet were diligent and nimble. She clearly looked like a frail little girl, but she held her head high. The scorching sun doesn't even say a word of bitterness.
"Doctor Xiang, is this pot of medicine ready?"
Xiang Zhihan's mind was entirely focused on Jiang Buwan, and he didn't hear what the other party said at all.
"Doctor Xiang?!"
Xiang Zhihan came back to his senses, looked at the rumbling medicine stove in front of him, and said, "Okay, take it away."
He pinched his palms. The plague issue in Lin'an County had not been resolved yet, so why did he still hesitate?
From noon to sunset, the number of people finally became less and less. Wang Dazhuang shook his shoulders and said, "This day is really tiring."
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Xiang Zhihan and Jiang Buwan looking as usual. They had also been busy all day, and the energy of the couple looked no different from when they came in the morning.
Wang Dazhuang couldn't help but murmur in his heart. The two couples looked both delicate and weak, but their physical strength was quite good.
Jiang Buwan was about to close the pot lid and close the stall when a dirty young man came over on a crutch. He was wearing a dirty robe, but the extraordinary bearing between his brows showed that he was different from others.
"Wait, I haven't drank yet."
Wang Dazhuang frowned and said, "Why did you come so late?"
The young man said bitterly, "I have been burning today and I didn't hear about you distributing medicine."
