King Leng Chasing His Wife: The Maid in the Tongfang Runs With the Ball

Lin Jiumian cast a sideways glance at him: "It's just one person, and it's not that I can't do it, it's just that it's more troublesome when he dies."

The two were talking, when suddenly there was an exclamation.

"Mother, what's wrong with you, mother?"

"Ah, someone fainted, is it the plague!"

"Foaming at the mouth, high fever, it's a plague, take people away quickly!"

"No, don't, my mother is just too hungry, she is not a plague."

The voice over there was so loud that it alarmed Lin Jiumian.

She turned her head to look at Tayue: "Go and see!"

At this time, Xi Lan walked over and said, "It's the plague."

"After the flood receded, the plague spread here, and there were already many people."

"The people left here spontaneously imprisoned those who were infected with the plague. If they died, they would be burned."

"However, there is no doctor here to treat them."

Xi Lan's words were very low, which made everyone feel very uncomfortable.

Lin Jiumian frowned: "Go, go and have a look!"

But before going over, Lin Jiumian took out masks and distributed them to everyone.

Everyone didn't know how to carry it, so Lin Jiumian demonstrated it.

After wearing masks and disposable gloves, several people headed over there.

Xiaohong is a commoner outside Liuli City, and the one who fainted just now is her mother.

In fact, her mother is not the only one who has fainted these days, there are already seven or eight.

Her house and the neighbor's house almost collapsed.

The little matchmaker said: "Once this plague is contagious, the family will become a family. I don't care about so many things. Mother will take you to escape!"

So he took Xiaohong and fled here.

But after all, he still didn't escape.

Seeing that A Niang was about to be taken away, Xiaohong tightly grabbed A Niang's skirt and refused to let go.

At this moment, she thought in her heart that if someone could save A Niang, she would be willing to work like a cow and a horse for the rest of her life in return.

Just as I was thinking, I heard a loud voice:

"stop."

Xiaohong was shocked, and when she turned her head, she saw a group of handsome men and women appearing.

These people are well dressed and look very energetic, but why are they wearing white cloths on their faces.

Xiaohong immediately understood that these people were her saviors.

So he hurried over and fell to his knees with a plop:
"I beg you, please save my mother!"

"My mother didn't get the plague, she just fainted from hunger!"

Xiao Hong kowtowed desperately, her forehead was red.

But still regardless.

Lin Jiumian glanced at her and sighed softly: "Get up, I'll go see your mother!"

As she said that, she stepped forward and walked to the side of the patient. She put on gloves and put her fingers on her wrist.

After checking her pulse, she asked about her symptoms, drew another tube of blood, and stuffed the blood sample into the space.

Now that there are small robots, there is no need to check the medicine box.

It takes time to test blood, so Lin Jiumian asked the people around him.

Those people were too timid to go forward, and they didn't go forward until Tayue's sword was shot.

"Too many people have died here recently, and no doctor is willing to come."

Lin Jiumian was silent, then turned his head and told Tayue to prepare Baihui.

Tayue hurriedly asked: "Master, are you going to start the epidemic proposal?"

Lin Jiumian was slightly stunned: "An epidemic proposal?"

Tayue hurriedly explained: "This is what you ordered. There are about a dozen of them. I have a pamphlet here. I guessed that there will be a plague for this disaster relief, so I brought it here quickly."

The booklet was given to Lin Jiumian, and Lin Jiumian opened it, and it contained what needs to be done to deal with the epidemic.

Including how to disinfect, how to isolate, how to protect and so on.

very detailed.

Lin Jiumian sighed softly. The more he understood Dong Zhixia, the more he felt that she had traveled through time just like himself.