Chapter 112 The Plague Strikes 7
Some patients with milder symptoms are in the front yard, and patients with more severe symptoms are in the backyard, so they are distinguished.

The people that Ling Beiyan and the others saw when they entered the house just now were all new arrivals, with relatively mild symptoms, while those with more serious symptoms were already in a coma on the verge of death.

Baili Lingyun and the others went directly to the backyard.

Taking out the silver needles prepared in advance, Ling Beiyan began to test the poison with the silver needles on one of the comatose patients.

A few acupuncture points of the patient were pierced with thin silver needles. After waiting for a while, Ling Beiyan pulled out the silver needles and found that the silver needles were still bright and showed no signs of blackening.

This basically ruled out that the plague was related to poisoning.

"Peking University, are you a doctor?" Zhen Shun couldn't help asking, seeing that Ling Beiyan was very skillful in administering acupuncture.

"I'm not, old man, I want to ask, how are the bodies of those who died of the plague handled?" Ling Beiyan asked.

"If it belongs to a rich family, they will still take it home and bury it in a beautiful way. If it is not a rich family, like those of the poor, they will be wrapped in straw mats and thrown to the mass grave."

"Not right." After hearing what Zhen Shun said, Ling Beiyan subconsciously shook his head and said. "If you throw the corpse directly into the mass grave without burying it, the corpse will rot and be exposed to the air, which will spread the plague."

"Ah? There's still such a saying? The previous doctors didn't say it, and we didn't know, so we threw it in the mass grave." Zhen Shun's tone was a little panicked, "Then go and remove those corpses now." Pull it back and re-bury it?"

"This is necessary. It is best to sprinkle quicklime on those corpses and burn them." Ling Beiyan said solemnly.

Burning the body to ashes is the surest way.

"Okay, okay, then I'll look for someone right away, the mass grave is not far from here." After Zhen Shun finished speaking, he hurriedly walked to the front yard.

"I didn't expect Miss Beiling to understand this." Gu Moning looked at Ling Beiyan with deep eyes, and said slowly.

"Unfortunately, I have experienced the plague before, so I understand a little bit." Ling Beiyan said lightly.

After finishing speaking, she squatted down, took out a veil from her sleeve, and put it on the wrist of the unconscious patient. Through the veil, she pressed her fingers on the patient's pulse.

I only heard that the pulse was slow and fast, sometimes not, and it was very disordered.

After listening to the pulse carefully, Ling Beiyan squatted down for a long time before standing up.

"There is a very severe cold in this patient's body. It is this cold that has invaded the internal organs, which caused these people to become stiff in the end, as if they were frozen."

She never expected Ling Beiyan's medical skills to be so superb, and Baili Lingyun looked at her with even hotter eyes.

"Then is there a cure for this disease?"

"I can't find the real cause, and I can't cure it for the time being, but I can try to see if I can develop a medicine to control the development of the epidemic." Ling Beiyan said slowly, "Put this aside for now, and wait for old man Zhen to come back." I can't feel at ease if I don't watch those corpses being burned to ashes with my own eyes."

"Okay, then wait for old man Zhen to come back." Baili Lingyun said, now he was suddenly full of confidence in controlling the plague.

Baili Lingyun thought to himself, maybe Ling Beiyan is the lucky star sent to him by heaven.

(End of this chapter)

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