The Vicious Fat Wife Dressed as a Disabled General

Chapter 423 Plague After Disaster
Jiang Zhinuan was particularly sensitive to smells because of her pregnancy. She hid behind the crowd and tiptoed to look inside. The doctor shook her head, and the yamen servants carried all these people away.

The crowd of onlookers chattered and discussed.

"I don't know what's going on. There are too many people who have been vomiting and diarrhea these days."

"That's right, even the doctor can't do anything about it. It will take two days to carry it back and it will be gone."

"I think everyone should not go out recently, and hide at home, it's not peaceful."

Jiang Zhinuan got some useful information from it. He vomited and had diarrhea, and the doctor couldn't do anything about it. He died in about two days.

What kind of strange disease is this?

It stands to reason that vomiting and diarrhea are just simple gastrointestinal problems. How could it cause death so quickly?
Jiang Zhinuan gave up the idea of ​​going back to the inn to sleep, and wandered around Jinling County, where refugees are everywhere.

There are basically refugees resting in every corner, the bustling streets are no longer visible, all the shops are closed and the refugees are piled together, making Jinling City look bleak.

Suddenly someone shouted: "The government has opened a warehouse to release grain!"

All the refugees rushed towards the shouter, and Jiang Zhinuan could only follow the crowd of refugees.

Near the city wall, two sheds have been set up, and there is already a long queue.

On the one hand, you can get steamed buns just out of the pan, and on the other hand, you can enjoy hot white rice porridge.

The refugees were so happy when they received the food, they found a place to sit down and ate hungrily.

She leaned over to take a look, the white rice porridge was cooked very well, the rice was blooming, thick, and the steamed buns were big and white.

The officers and soldiers distributing porridge in the distance are still trying to appease them, please line up, everyone has one.

"Girl, you are also here on the run, hurry up and line up, Master Luo is a good man, if you come to Jinling, you won't be afraid of starving to death."

"That's right. I heard that the flood disaster came quickly and fiercely. It has just been reported to the imperial court. The relief money and food have not yet arrived. Lord Luo mobilized rich merchants and common people to donate money if they can. If we can donate things, we will have something to eat."

"I heard that the imperial court's disaster relief money has come down, and it will give us a sum of money to rebuild our home, and then we can go home again."

Jiang Zhinuan listened to the discussions of the refugees, and looked at the white flour steamed buns and big white porridge in their hands, and knew that the prefect of Jinling was indeed a good official.

If the disaster victims in the Jinnan area had met such a good official, tens of thousands of people would not have gone to the royal city to flee famine.

Along the way, how many innocent lives were sacrificed.

How many children like the three brothers of the Ding family who have lost their parents are there.

Jiang Zhinuan sighed helplessly, many things in this world are unfair.

Seeing that she didn't move, others quickly reminded her: "Girl, I see that your complexion is not very good, hurry up and queue up, don't starve."

Jiang Zhinuan shook his head, explaining that he was not a refugee, and was about to leave when he heard someone vomiting not far away.

Same as before, not only vomiting, but also uncontrollable diarrhea.

The smell was really offensive. Jiang Zhinuan covered his nose with a handkerchief and looked forward. He saw the person lying on the ground with a pale face, foamy vomit between his mouth and nose, and the dirty space between his legs. Things also overflowed.

Soon a yamen servant came to carry him away.

Jiang Zhinuan hurriedly stopped her: "Where are you taking it?"

"Outside the city, the doctors are stationed outside the city, but there is no good way to treat it. My lord is already asking for support."

Jiang Zhinuan suppressed the churning in his stomach, endured the physical discomfort, and followed the officers and soldiers to the outside of the city.

A few tents had already been set up outside the city, and a few people who looked like doctors were coming in and out of it. It was seen that more than a dozen people with the same symptoms had already been sent over.

And the prescriptions they used to stop diarrhea and vomiting didn't work for them at all.

This situation is not quite right!
Seeing that patients continued to be sent in one after another, Jiang Zhinuan suddenly thought of a word, plague!
Haven't eaten pork and never seen a pig run?

Whether it is in the novels or TV series I have read before, the common plots are post-disaster plagues, especially floods.

In summer, the temperature is high, and after soaking many things in water, it will accelerate the rotting bacteria to wreak havoc. Ancient people didn't know how to defend themselves, so the plague came naturally.

At present, this situation seems to be just a gastrointestinal problem, unlike the common plague.

Generally, after a flood, it is easy to get plague. The plague breaks out and is highly contagious, and the dead are piled up one after another.

He didn't dare to delay this matter, Jiang Zhinuan wanted to go up and explain the situation to the doctor, but right now the doctor was too busy to talk to her at all.

She could only turn around and go to the government office in Jinling to find Master Luo whom the refugees were talking about.

Ding Simiao went to the pharmacy to get medicine for Jiang Zhinuan, and after running several times, he managed to find a clerk who was there and took the medicine back. When he returned to the inn, he couldn't find Jiang Zhinuan, so he went to the street to look for it. The two happened to meet superior.

"Auntie, where have you been?"

Jiang Zhinuan didn't care to say anything, first took out a handkerchief and handed it to Ding Simiao: "Hurry up and tie it on your cheek."

"What's the matter?" Ding Simiao was stunned for a moment, a little puzzled, but still tied the handkerchief on her face according to her instructions, covering her mouth and nose.

"There is a plague, it should be contagious."

Hearing the word plague, Ding Simiao was startled.

If there was a plague, Jinling might become a dead city in a short time. When he reacted, he would drag Jiang Zhinuan to leave.

"Let's get out of here quickly!"

"No, we have to go to the Jinling government office and we must inform the magistrate of this situation."

"But the plague is very contagious. Auntie, you are still pregnant. It is too dangerous to stay here. Otherwise, you should go first and wait for me outside the city. I will inform the magistrate."

Jiang Zhinuan shook her head, she was still trying to recall whether there was any special medicine for this plague in the information she had read before.

The common people in this city must be saved!
"Let's go together." Jiang Zhinuan insisted, Ding Simiao dragged her to the pharmacy again, ignored the waiter's stop, rushed in, found a few herbs, wrapped them in gauze, and stuffed them into her hands.

"Auntie, you take this with you."

"What effect?"

"prevention."

Jiang Zhinuan nodded, and silently put the medicine bag in his arms. Ding Simiao not only knows how to make and detoxify, but both of these are inseparable from medicine. He understands it, no less than any experienced doctor.

"Amiao, can we make more of this medicine pack to prevent it for everyone."

Ding Simiao nodded: "If the plague really breaks out, the prevention effect will not be so good, and the current situation can still play a role."

That's right, this is just the beginning now, and more people can be saved only by prevention and control in advance. When the plague is raging, no matter how good the medicine is, it won't help if the timing is missed.

Jiang Zhinuan's footsteps became more and more anxious, and she had to see Lord Luo, the prefect, as soon as possible.

(End of this chapter)