Juan Wang and his wife are also acting affectionately today

Chapter 12 Little Bodhisattva

"When the epidemic first broke out, the county magistrate was still there. He asked the soldiers to drive all the patients to the east of the city for unified treatment. They were rescued, but the doctors fell, the soldiers fell, and the officials ran away. ” Said the leader, Wang Dazhuang.

"A lot of people die in the east of the city every day, and the corpses can't be pulled by bullock carts every day." Wang Dazhuang was talking, when a thin man walked in front of him. With tired and numb eyes, he was pulling a dilapidated bullock cart with layers of dead people on it.

Seeing this, Wang Dazhuang and the others hurriedly hid far away.

Seeing that Xiang Zhihan and Jiang Buwan were still ignorantly leaning forward, Wang Dazhuang hurriedly waved to them, "Doctor Xiang, Madam Xiang, come here quickly! They both have a strong strange smell on them." , will be infected."

Xiang Zhihan said, "I have to see the symptoms."

He looked back and saw Jiang Buwan following him unprotected, stopped and took out a silk handkerchief from his arms, folded it carefully three times and tied it around 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's health was poor and he would still catch the plague.

He pretended to be groping in his sleeves, but actually took out a pill from the Qiankun bag and handed it to Jiang not too late.

"Wanwan, this pill can keep you safe."

"Thank you, husband." Jiang Buwan said with a smile, "My husband is so kind to me."

That's not true, Xiang Zhihan thought guiltily, he was just afraid that Jiang would die soon, and he would have to wait another 18 years.

Jiang Buwan smiled and took the light brown pill with a faint medicinal fragrance, but she did not rush to swallow it, but looked at the people behind her and asked, "Husband, what about them?"

Xiang Zhihan was taken aback, he thought that Jiang Buwan would swallow it by himself, but he didn't expect that under such circumstances, she was still worried about others.

Xiang Zhihan said, "Don't worry, I will save them."

He had just seen the dead, and he already had the cure for the disease.

The rest of the work is to cook 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, not to mention poor sanitation. Patients with mild and severe illnesses lived together, which was even more unfavorable for their recovery.

The patients were all listlessly lying on the bed. Even if someone came, they didn't bother to look up. More patients were flushed, sweating profusely and burned unconsciously, 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. Even if they went back, their families would not accept them. Some of them didn’t want to. Bring your family and come here to fend for yourself.

"Wanwan, help me get these medicines out of the car." Xiang Zhihan wrote down a medicine list and handed it to Jiang Buwan.

Jiang Buwan has been by Xiang Zhihan's side all this time, and she has almost memorized all kinds of medicinal materials, so finding medicines can't be difficult for her.

"Wang Dazhuang, help me find a cauldron, I want to cook medicine here." Xiang Zhihan ordered things in an orderly manner, and after a while, everyone got their own tasks and started to get busy.

In just half an hour, the fire has been set up and the medicine has been put into the pot.

Wang Dazhuang found a broken copper gong, beat and shouted around the east of the city, "There is medicine, there is medicine! We will go to the street to get the medicine later."

In fact, Wang Dazhuang didn't need to shout, the patients gathered around Xiang Zhihan's medicine as soon as he put it in the pot.

They were already in despair, tortured by diseases every day, and could not see a glimmer of hope, but now someone sent medicine, no matter 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 some militiamen to protect Dr. Xiang and Yaoguo in advance, the patients would come up to grab them if they didn't think well.

"Everyone, don't grab it, don't worry, 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 strong. If you take an extra sip, it won't cure your illness. You'll be gone the next day." Xiang Zhihan said in a volume that only the people in the front row could hear.

But his quiet voice had a much better effect than Wang Dazhuang's constant yelling.

Because of his status as a doctor and the mystery that he only said one sentence, the people in the front row heard it and thought they had heard some great secret.

They immediately remembered it as an imperial decree, 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 when I tell you something openly, you look back and think that 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 are a very smart person.

The news that you will die if you drink too much of this medicine seems to have grown wings, and it didn't take half an hour to spread to everyone's ears.

Everyone kept this firmly in mind, and didn't dare to drink too much at all. Some timid ones even asked if it was too much for him.

Jiang Buwan kept another cauldron to hold medicine for everyone. She was born beautiful and gentle, so the queue for her was especially long. After receiving the medicine, everyone praised Jiang not too late for being beautiful and kind. little bodhisattva.

Xiang Zhihan was guarding pot after pot of medicine stove, boiling medicine.

From time to time, his eyes would fall on Jiang Buwan, who was surrounded by everyone. She had her sleeves rolled up, her black hair was tied up high, her hands and feet were quick and quick, and she looked like a frail little girl, but The scorching sun doesn't cry a word of bitterness.

"Doctor Xiang, is this pot of medicine ready?"

Xiang Zhihan was so focused on Jiang Buwan that he didn't hear what he said at all.

"Doctor Xiang?!"

Xiang Zhihan came back to his senses, glanced at the roaring medicine stove in front of him, and said, "Okay, let's take it away."

He pinched his palm, the plague issue in Lin'an County hadn't been resolved yet, why was he still in a daze?
They sent out from noon to sunset, and finally the number of people gradually decreased. Wang Dazhuang shook his shoulders, "This day is really tiring."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Xiang Zhihan and Jiang Buwan with normal expressions. They also had a busy day, and the spirits of their husband and wife looked the same as when they came in the morning.

Wang Dazhuang couldn't help muttering in his heart, the couple looked weak and weak, and their physical strength was strange.

Jiang Buwan was about to cover the pot and close the stall when a dirty young man came on crutches. He was wearing a dirty robe, but the extraordinary demeanor on his brows showed that he was different from others.

"Wait, I haven't had a drink yet."

Wang Dazhuang frowned and said, "Why are you here so late?"

The young man said bitterly, "I have been burning today, and I didn't hear about your dispensing medicine."

(End of this chapter)