The Great Tang: World Martial God

Two days are very fast.

Qiaoyige lasted all night, and finally on the third day, three thousand masks were presented.

Looking at the two huge sheets, Tang Hao's heart slightly relaxed.

At the very least, these gadgets can provide a protective barrier for the soldiers who thoroughly investigate.

Throwing these two large packages into the carriage, Tang Hao went straight to the imperial city.

There are only a handful of people in the Taiji Hall, except for the Minister of Humerus and the important personnel among the Six Departments, there are no other courtiers.

Gao Shilian stood in the hall, his expression dignified, and the clouds lingered.

"His Majesty."

"One hundred and thirty-five patients in North Cloud City have mixed into the imperial city this time, and fifty-two patients in other parts of the north, a total of 187 people."

"Half of the entire imperial city has been thoroughly investigated, and the number of people with a high fever is as high as 1,000."

As soon as the voice fell, the officials were in a commotion.

I don’t know if I don’t check it, I’m surprised if I check it!

Thousands of people!

"Should not all of these people be sick?"

"Even if it's not all, but at this time it hasn't reached the coldest time in winter, how can there be so many people infected with wind-cold?"

"It's so fast, it's just a bit appalling!"

The faces of the officials were shocked. Tang Hao said that within seven days, half of the imperial city would fall, and many people would still be suspicious.

At this moment, with the data ahead, no one dared to doubt it again.

King Tang was also shocked by this number. The number two or three hundred was considered normal in the past. This suddenly increased several times, and it must be the disease.

Thinking of this rapid spreading speed, King Tang's face sank.

"Check, speed up the progress, and gather the sick in the entire imperial city as soon as possible!"

At this moment, a long howl came from outside the hall.

"Sun Simiao saw him."

All the courtiers in the hall were shocked, and turned overjoyed, looking towards the opening of the hall door.

In his vision, a gray-haired old man hurriedly leaned on a wooden stick in his hand.

The person who came was Sun Simiao, the king of medicine!

Unexpectedly, at this critical period, the genius doctor of Datang suddenly appeared, quite a bit of a charcoal in the snow.

When Sun Simiao strode up to the hall, King Tang stood up and greeted him personally before saluting.

"Doctor Sun, you are here at the right time."

"Today's imperial city disease is spreading, and the situation in Beiyun City is unknown."

Sun Simiao stood still, his eyes full of suffering.

"The old man came here precisely for this disease. Going northward this way, the more the disease gets worse, the more you go to the north."

"A large number of people in North Cloud City became ill after hearing about it, and many people rumored that it was evil and evil, and they all fled out. The soldiers who guarded the city were a little faintly unable to guard it."

"The disease is damaging the country, and we mourn the people everywhere!"

The patients in North Cloud City fled?

This is the root cause of the patients. If these patients are really spread out, the entire Tang Dynasty will be afraid of precariousness.

King Tang grabbed Sun Simiao's arm, his face was restless, and asked.

"Does the genius doctor have a good strategy?"

When Sun Simiao heard the words, he slowly shook his head and said.

"This disease is very strange. At first, it was quite similar to wind and cold, with heavy breathing and endless coughing."

"Then the torso of the arm was covered with red spots, and eventually pustules appeared and burst and died."

"I also met some patients on the way back. The pustules all over my body were crusted, but there was no abnormality. I must have survived a catastrophe and healed on my own."

Being able to heal itself is good news!

It seemed to give these desperate courtiers a glimmer of hope.

Someone asked happily.

"How many self-healing people?"

Slowly turning his head to meet those hopeful eyes, Sun Simiao sighed.

"Dozens and one is already pretty good."

Hiss~

The ministers took a breath.

The hope that had only been ignited was extinguished by these words in an instant.

This chance is really too small, and no one dares to take a chance. He is the lucky one.

Sun Simiao looked at King Tang and said solemnly.

"In today's situation, control is the best policy. As for the treatment, another way is needed."

"This pustule seems to have tiny bugs in it. If you encounter a healthy person, you will get sick. Don't get too close, or even talk too closely!"

"As for whether it is a bug, it remains to be studied carefully by the old man."

After Wang Wang listened, he felt that what Tang Hao said was correct.

Had it not been for Tang Hao's suggestion and exhortation, I am afraid that the current imperial city would be even more terrifying.

"The entire imperial city is under martial law, the patients have been isolated, and those who have not yet become ill have been thoroughly investigated."

Sun Simiao nodded repeatedly.

"That's good, that's good."

"This disease is not just a human being. The old man has discovered that this livestock will also get sick."

"A lot of farming cattle along the way have also contracted the disease. The old man sees the disease quite similarly."

After all, Sun Simiao held the wooden stick.

"After the epidemic, no grass will grow."

"Without this farming cattle, how can we farm the mulberry in Datang! Hey~"

A single sentence was full of sadness, which moved many officials present.

To harm the people, but also to the cattle!

It's as if the entire Heaven of the Tang Dynasty is about to fall apart!

King Tang walked towards the gate of the palace, looking at the gloomy sky, with a look of suffering on his face.

"God is inhumane, and the world is like a dog."

"If I am guilty, I can be guilty. Why use this cholera plague to punish my people!"