ask sword 2

Chapter 483
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Zhuo San stared blankly at the countless bacteria floating under the microscope, and the hot air from his mouth leaked from the top of the mask, gradually blurring the field of vision of the microscope.

A long time ago, the newspapers and periodicals of Hedong Road had popularized the details of the plague in lengthy articles.Among them is the form of Yersinia pestis.

And the presence of Yersinia pestis in the blood means that the patient has been infected.

Yamen servant Sun Er silently patted the little brother on the shoulder,

Dr. Mo stood by the table, folded his hands in front of him, and looked at the scene in front of him with a complicated expression.

If he had just come to Taiyuan Mansion, he would have empathized with it and felt sad,
But during this period of time, he has seen too many life and death, joys and sorrows, and it is difficult to have emotional fluctuations.

After a long silence, Dr. Mo said softly, "The isolation ward is full. I'll write a note later. You go to the pharmacy to get a few tubes of painkillers, and take your mother home to recuperate."

"If my mother dies, I will have no home."

Zhuo San stood up straight slowly, turned around with red eyes, and asked Sun Er in a hoarse voice: "Second Brother Sun, there is a rumor in the city recently, have you heard of it.

It is said that Mr. Li Xiaolang is the reincarnation of the little medicine king god, a drop of his blood"

"Don't talk nonsense!"

Yamen servant Sun Er shouted loudly, interrupting Zhuo San's words, "This is a rumor spread by the insidious evil cultivator who spread the plague ghost talisman, and it is completely false."

"The newspapers in Taiyuan Mansion once refuted the rumor that the Plague Ghost Talisman was also a fake. What happened?"

Zhuo San's voice was soft, as if he was talking in his sleep, and he murmured: "Since the Plague Ghost Talismans are all true, why can't this rumor be true?"

Sun Er, the yamen servant, took a deep breath, "Zhuo San, please be sober. We are the yamen servants of Taiyuan Mansion, and we want to keep the peace of Taiyuan Mansion."

"Aren't we doing enough?"

Zhuo San laughed bitterly and said: "We are the ones who took the risk to carry out the dead body from the house full of rats and lice, and we are the ones who persuaded the people not to run around under the scorching sun. It's us who just fished out."

Sun Er was speechless, so he had to say: "Mr. Li Xiaolang has done enough for the people of Hedong Road, without him, the plague would have been out of control long before the Plague Ghost Talisman appeared, spreading from Hedong Road to other parts of Yu Kingdom.

Moreover, he is still developing medicines. As long as special medicines appear, people who get plague will be saved in the future.

Just like the blood carbuncle, malaria, and water poisoning before. "

"... How long has this drug been developed? How long will it take?
For big shots, how many people died is just a number,

But for us, it is really familiar relatives and friends. "

Zhuo San said sadly: "I don't ask much, it's just a drop of Li Xiaolang's blood. I only need a drop of blood. It's for the sake of sacrificing my life these days."

Sun Er earnestly persuaded, "Everyone needs a drop of blood. There are so many patients in Taiyuan Prefecture, the blood of ten people is not enough."

"Yes, Saburo."

Zhuo San's mother also coughed and persuaded: "Mr. Li Xiaolang is a god-like figure, if he had been there in the early years and had forceps, my sister would not have died of dystocia.

He has done enough for the people of Yu country, ahem, enough.

My illness is my life.It is God's will.Don't blame others.

It's just a pity that I didn't see you grow up, get married, and have children."

Listening to his mother's nagging, Zhuo San could no longer hold back his tears, silently picked up his mother from the chair, and walked towards the door of the laboratory.The expression is firm and decisive.

"What are you going to do?"

Sun Er's face changed suddenly, and he put his palm on the handle of the knife at his waist.He is a yamen servant in Taiyuan Mansion, and it was Li Ang who promoted him to the head arresting position.

Out of emotion and reason, he didn't want to see someone going against Li Ang.

However, he and Zhuo San looked at each other, seeing the calmness in the little brother's eyes, his palms couldn't help becoming stiff, and he still couldn't pull Pu Dao out of the scabbard.

He stood still and let Zhuo San pass by.

Tapping.

The sound of footsteps drifted away.

The autumn wind outside the window is still bleak, and in the courtyard of the ward, the patients are still moaning in pain.

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sunset, sunrise.

For the people of the other dozen or so provinces in Yu State, this night and day may be nothing more than an ordinary day.
At best, pay attention to the newspapers and periodicals published by their respective state capitals, sigh a few times looking at the constantly updated plague situation in the newspapers, and then turn to busy with their own affairs.

Continue the ordinary day of firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea.

But for the people of Hedong Road, especially Taiyuan Mansion, this night and day seemed so difficult.

For example, Wang Bofan, who has already ascended the position of patriarch of the Wang clan in Taiyuan at this moment.

He sat quietly in a chair in the hall of the palace, holding the thick volume ten of "History of the Sui Dynasty" in his right hand, stroking his beard with his left hand, looking like a middle-aged Confucian scholar.

Only the corner of the scroll that was constantly rolled back and forth showed his ups and downs of anxiety at the moment.

clang--

A distant bell rang in the hall.

It was a cabinet clock that Mrs. Wang bought directly from the school with a lot of money. The clocks were all made of the best wood, and the hands used on the dial inside were all made of mountain copper.

Can do every minute and second.

Hearing the bell, Wang Bofan stopped flipping through the books for an instant. He stood up abruptly, put down the books, and strode to the courtyard.

Then, listen.

One second, two seconds, three seconds.

No.

There is no usual Haotian ringtones from every household in the city!

The entire Taiyuan Mansion seemed to be in a dead zone, silent.

A look of ecstasy appeared on Wang Bofan's face, he laughed out loud, and tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.

The priests and servants, who had been waiting in the dark for a long time, approached, bowed their hands, and waited for the order.

"There is no Haotian bell, which means that the people's hearts are available."

Wang Bofan gradually stopped laughing wildly, and regained his former calmness and composure, "The people of Taiyuan Mansion are completely disappointed and hopeless with the government, so they can force the palace."

He waved his palms,

The priests and the servants all retreated together, pushing the door out from different directions of the palace, and leaving separately.

Once again only Wang Bofan was left in the courtyard,
He walked briskly back to the hall, picked up the Sui history again, and read it carefully.

Instead of rolling up the corner of the book, he hummed a song.

"The moon will rise and the sun will disappear;

Yihu Jifu almost perishes the state of Zhou."

(End of this chapter)