Ye Zhen left from Lu Tingzhi's wing. When passing the main hall, she heard someone crying. She stopped. In the corner of the main hall, there was a child who looked seven or eight years old curled up and crying. The people next to him seemed to be crying. It's already taken for granted, and I didn't go over to persuade him.
"What's wrong?" Ye Zhen walked over and asked in a low voice.
"Woooo..." the little boy cried choked up, pointing to the woman lying next to him, "my mother... my mother can't wake up no matter how much she screams, she is dead."
Ye Zhen looked sideways at the woman, her complexion was gray and her limbs were stiff, like a dead person.
"Let me see." Ye Zhen's heart trembled, she was afraid that the woman was dead, she felt her pulse, and her eyebrows frowned, "Is your mother sick?"
died? And he died for at least a few hours, but no one found out.
The boy cried and said, "Yesterday my mother kept throwing up and her whole body was hot. The doctor prescribed medicine. I thought she would be fine today, but I can't tell her what to do today."
Ye Zhen looked at the boy's face, the dark face was flushed abnormally, she reached out to touch the boy's forehead, it was so hot!
"You are sick." Ye Zhen looked at the boy seriously. She stood up, looked around, only saw the common people lying on the ground, but did not see anyone else. She hurried out of the hall, and finally saw a The monk asked, "Little master, is there a doctor here? A woman died inside, and her son was having a fever. Why did no one pay attention to it?"
The monk's face was scorched, "Almsgiver, I don't know what happened this morning. There are many more people who have a fever and vomit. Except for the women inside, a few of them have just been found dead. My doctor is cooking medicine, but it doesn't work at all. No."
Ye Zhen's face changed, "How many people have died? How many people are hot and vomiting?"
"Today, I made a rough count. There are about fifteen people. If the boy mentioned by the benefactor just now is not counted, there are sixteen people." The monk said.
Oops! Ye Zhen's eyes were serious, "You send someone to find Fang Shaoming quickly, and I'll go find another doctor."
"Master Fang seems to be busy..." The monk was surprised.
"Nothing is more important than this!" Ye Zhen said sharply, "Go find Fang Shaoming quickly."
After Ye Zhen finished speaking, she walked to the side hall next to the main hall. She remembered that there were many wounded there, and the doctors treated and boiled medicine there.
In the side hall, two doctors are seeing a doctor, and two medicine boys are cooking medicine.
"Doctor Wu." Ye Zhen recognized one of the doctors, walked over and said, "Patients with fever and vomiting may be infected. We must isolate the sick people, otherwise the infection will continue, and the consequences will be disastrous."
Doctor Wu slowly put down the pen in his hand and looked up at Ye Zhen. He didn't know Ye Zhen's identity, but Fang Shaoming seemed to be very polite to this woman. He frowned and said, "Madam, we are treating these patients. you do not need to worry."
"If it was so easy to treat, so many people wouldn't die!" Ye Zhen said in a deep voice, "Now only by isolating the patients first can we prevent more patients and dead people from appearing."
"It sounds like you are the doctor. Otherwise, let you treat all these patients." Another doctor said with a sneer.
Ye Zhen took a deep breath, turned her head to look at the patient lying on the ground, and said to the monk behind her, "Did someone go find Fang Shaoming?"
"Master Fang has already been invited. However, Master Fang seems to have gone to the riverside. Will he come back so soon?" the monk said in embarrassment.
"Where's your abbot?" Ye Zhen asked coldly, since Fang Shaoming didn't have time to come back, she could only decide by herself.
Seeing that Ye Zhen still wanted to ask the abbot to decide, Dr. Wu couldn't help but smiled contemptuously, "Ma'am, although this old man is not talented, he has been practicing medicine for decades. What advice do you have? Can you cure these patients? It was typhoid fever, and there was such a heavy rain in the winter, and it took so long to soak in the water before it was sent for treatment, and the medicinal materials were already in short supply, so it was good enough to last for a few days, what else do you want?"
"They are not typhoid." Ye Zhen said lightly, "Your medical skills are not good, and you blame the lack of medicinal materials."
"The benefactor..." The monk was a little anxious. There are not many doctors here. If Dr. Wu is also angry and leaves, there will really be no one who can heal the patients.
Dr. Wu's face flushed red with anger, "Hmph, then I will leave it to you, a miracle doctor, to treat me here."
"Princess, I heard that you have something to ask the Lord?" At this moment, an officer who was left here by Fang Shaoming rushed in and saluted Ye Zhen.
"How many people from the government did Mr. Fang keep here?" Ye Zhen didn't pay any attention to Dr. Wu, but turned to ask the officers and soldiers who came to her.
The officers and soldiers replied, "Princess, there are eight of us here, and the rest were taken down the mountain by Mr. Fang."
I don't know if there are any injured people at the foot of the mountain, and the city needs to retreat, so Fang Shaoming took away most of the officers and soldiers and the healthy men.
Ye Zhen nodded heavily, "You ask someone to go to the riverside to find the imperial envoy with the token, and ask him to send a medical officer and a medical girl, and the rest of the officers and soldiers come to listen to my orders."
"Yes, Princess." The officer didn't dare to have any other questions, and left with Ye Zhen's token.
Then Dr. Wu has a disheveled face, Wangfei? This woman is actually a princess
Ye Zhen ignored Dr. Wu, but walked out of the side hall, and asked the rest of the officers, soldiers and monks to follow her instructions, cremate all the dead, and isolate those who were sick to the side hall.
It was useless to find strong wine and vinegar to cook the dishes. She found herbs from the space and asked people to boil a large pot, and then asked people to boil the previously used bowls and chopsticks in boiling water.
Ye Zhen, the drug boy who originally planned to leave with Dr. Wu, ordered things to be orderly, so she stayed and waited for orders.
Some family members of the deceased did not agree to the cremation of their loved ones, and cried and clamored and hugged the corpse and refused to let go.
Hearing the monk's report, Ye Zhen put down the silver needle in her hand, walked out of the side hall, and then pulled down the mask, and came to the place where the cremation was prepared in the back mountain.
"It's her, it's this woman who wants to burn my son to death, you wicked woman..." An old woman rushed over when she saw Ye Zhen, crying and making a fuss.
"If you don't want to be cremated, you can leave with the corpses of your relatives. However, if you want to enter the city, you can't. Just find a place to hide. However, their diseases are contagious, even if they die. I advise you not to get too close, otherwise we won't have so many medicines to save you if you get sick soon." Ye Zhen glanced at the old woman and said in a cold voice.
"Will... get sick?" When everyone heard this, their faces changed drastically, and even the monk who was carrying the corpse took a few steps back.