Fake Taoists in the world of film and television

Chapter 100 Epilogue
After finally persuading the villagers who wanted to stay and help, Yi Buhuo breathed a sigh of relief.

Dealing with these simple people was more tiring than fighting with Yao Yue.

Everyone sincerely thanked him at this moment, and wanting to do something for him was all from the bottom of their hearts.

It was not easy for Yi Buhuo to say harsh words. These people were recovering from serious illness and could not stand firmly. They were still thinking of helping him at the first moment. How could he not sigh.

I can only persuade them with kind words and let everyone disperse and go home to recuperate.

At this moment, he truly realized the joy of being a doctor in treating illnesses and saving lives!

The lives that were about to pass away were rejuvenated because of him. The huge sense of satisfaction and accomplishment was enough to make him forget the utilitarianism in his heart, just to see the smile on the patient's mouth.

How strange?

It seems like I didn't get anything, but I seem to have everything...

Spiritual satisfaction is more satisfying than material gains!

"Medical ethics..."

There was a sarcastic smile on Yi Buhuo's lips. Looking back on his past self, he only wanted to prove his medical skills and did not focus on the patients at all.

No wonder his medical skills are still mediocre now, and he almost killed several innocent people.

"What my father said is not wrong. I did not have medical ethics before. It is ridiculous that I am still complacent and talk about my lack of medical ethics..."

"The smile of a patient after recovery is the best way to show off to a doctor. As a doctor, when he sees everyone's sincere gratitude, he will not be uneasy at all and shirk responsibility if he cannot be cured!"

"The word medical ethics is as important as Mount Tai..."

He finally understood why his father was so disappointed in him and why he would rather let him give up his medical skills than let him have contact with patients again.

After that, he seemed to have forgotten his previous lofty ideals and how much energy he had spent on raising his son to be successful. There was no longer a smile on his face, and it ended in a gloomy ending.

Maybe he knew at that time that even if he trained his son to become a top doctor, he would not achieve much if he had no virtue in his heart, let alone how many innocent patients he would kill, so he would be disheartened...

"What's so arrogant about time-travelers? They're not all ordinary people among all living beings. How can they treat ordinary people like ants and not take them seriously?"

Yi Buhuo silently raised his head and glanced at the blue sky, and the gloom in his heart was swept away.

"It's time to go back and pay homage to your parents..."

While he was cooking a pot of wild vegetables that was steaming, the old monk also came over with a group of ragged people.

There were not many of them, only about a hundred or so, but all of them had veins and blood marks on their necks, and their faces were covered with blisters. They were swaying in twos and threes, their faces were numb, but there was still a trace of desire in their eyes.

It was almost a certain death ending, but now there is a turning point. Who is willing to die if he can live?

The old monk led a few disciples to maintain order, carrying on his back the people who were extremely ill and too hungry to walk. After seeing Yi Buhuo at the door, he quickly quickened his pace.

Since the outbreak of the plague, everyone who could escape has fled, and those left behind are those who were infected by the plague and died at an extremely fast speed.

There is no time to cook. It is estimated that many people did not even drink a bowl of gruel before they died.

Yi Buhuo set up the bowl, picked up the cooked wild vegetable soup from the pot with a large spoon, and cooperated with a group of helping monks to feed the people one by one, and then settled aside to rest.

I was busy until the sun set and the sky turned dark before everyone was settled and I had time to take a rest.

The old monk handed him a bowl of wild vegetable soup and looked at the "refugees" sitting around with a happy expression on his face.

"Saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. These people have received this great kindness, and the young hero will definitely become a Buddha in the future."

A slight smile appeared at the corner of Yi Buhuo's mouth. He drank up the wild vegetable soup that had no more wild vegetables in his hands in one gulp, and sighed with unfulfilled meaning.

"It's just the right time. It just so happens that I have the ability to save them, and they don't deserve to die. The fact that Buddha didn't blame me for coming late is already the biggest reward for me."

The old monk performed a Buddhist salute and praised: "Young hero has a kind heart and has saved so many lives. He already has the heart of a Bodhisattva, so why should he be humble anymore."

"That's almost it. If you keep saying it, I'll really believe it."

Yi Buhuo couldn't help but laugh. He felt comfortable listening to beautiful words, and his originally heavy mood felt much better. This old monk had a way of comforting people!

"How many nearby towns were affected by the disaster? Why are there only these few people left?"

The wrinkles on the old monk's face jumped. He sighed repeatedly when he talked about this, and his whole face became even more sad.

"The plague has appeared in seven or eight nearby villages. People are running away to death. Several villages have become deserted villages. These people in front of me are the last living people I can find."

"The antidote that the young hero left us is just a drop in the bucket. Some of those who have improved have stayed in the team to help, and some have already left."

"I still have some disciples searching around, maybe there are still some people, but..."

The old monk shook his head and sighed in despair, feeling very sad.

Yi Buhuo shook his head helplessly. It was really scary. Only a hundred people from seven or eight villages could come here. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have believed it.

"This is the plague..."

He didn't want to say anything more. After all, what he read in the books was not as good as what he saw and heard. In the past, he might have just sighed that a plague would kill many, many people, tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands at every turn. It was just a series of cold numbers, but I have no idea in my mind.

But now in it, looking at the victims in front of him, thinking that more people have died quietly in a corner, that kind of huge sense of panic can drive people crazy.

This was considered a small-scale disease, and it was a rare disease that had a cure, so he could still be of some help.

If it is plague or smallpox, with the current hygienic environment and the speed of news dissemination, no doctor with the best medical skills can do anything...

Yi Buhuo and the old monk arranged for these people to squeeze in the county government office so that they could have a peaceful place to rest at night.

As expected, patients continued to gather at the county government office at night. They were all brought here by the young monks or came spontaneously after receiving the news.

The big pot in front of the county government office was on fire all the time. Not to mention the wild vegetables, the bottom of the pot was scraped clean, and a pot of water was poured in, sprinkled with the antidote and boiled, and it became a bowl of soup.

On the way, several young monks who rushed to the surrounding villages and towns with the antidote returned twice. The first trip was when the antidote on their bodies was exhausted and came back to get it.

On the second trip, he came back to rest because there were no more living people around.

"Let everyone go back tomorrow. Everyone should bring some antidote with them, sprinkle some in the wells and rivers, and soak the dishes and chopsticks in boiling water to keep them clean. Now everyone has antibodies in their bodies, and the plague will not exist. Too long."

Yi Buhuo sat against the pillar outside the gate and warned the few young monks who had not yet rested.

"Also, you should go to bed early. I will watch here at night. The masters have been busy for so long, so don't let your body collapse from exhaustion."

(End of this chapter)