Shen Xining suddenly sat up from the quilt, her forehead and back were covered in sweat, her whole body was soaked, a strand of hair stuck to her cheek. Chun Xing pushed the door open and was shocked to see her like this.
"Miss, why are you up? Lie down quickly. You have caught a cold. The doctor has come to see you and said it's nothing serious. You need to rest well. Miss, you must be too tired recently."
Shen Xining was helped to lie down, feeling a little dazed.
At this time, outside, the number of people with high fever was gradually increasing.
In addition to the smell of pine resin, there was also a strong smell of medicine in Xie Zhaoan's room. Yuewei boiled the medicine and handed it over.
"Sir, your medicine is ready."
Xie Zhaoan drank the medicine without changing his expression.
"Have all the Moon Shadow Guards drunk?"
"I drank it all."
Xie Zhaoan nodded. Yuewei asked cautiously.
"Do we need to inform Lord Shen about this medicine in advance?"
"No need to say it, no need to tell it."
All of this was within Xie Zhaoan's expectations, including the plague. The reason why that group of people came was because they hoped that Shen Xining would die from the plague so that they could continue to greedily make money. As for the people in the city and the prosperity that had made Shen Xining happy for so many days, in the eyes of these people, they were nothing.
There were more and more people with high fever, and the clinic could no longer accommodate them. Moreover, the fever of these people would subside for a day after they took a few doses of medicine, but then the fever would come back again without any sign of subsiding.
After a long time, the first death occurred.
The deceased was over 60 years old and had a high fever for several days in a row with no signs of the fever going away. On the fifth day of the fever, when his family came to deliver food in the morning, they found that he had stopped breathing and had passed away.
After he died, there were purple marks on his nose and a foul corpse odor emanated from his body. The whole room was inaccessible.
When the family saw this, they thought the doctor was a quack and had put something in the medicine that shouldn't be there, causing the old man to become like this, so they took the doctor to court.
The magistrate knew very well what the recent situation was. The doctor cried in the court, and the magistrate did not want to make the matter worse, so he could only temporarily appease the family.
"This person was old and in poor health. He died of a high fever. It is normal for him to have such an unpleasant smell. Don't worry about it. Just find someone to bury him."
Even so, the death toll was increasing, and the deaths gradually changed from the elderly to people in their fifties, until one person died in his thirties. Moreover, the causes of death of these people were exactly the same. The magistrate knew that the matter could not be concealed any longer, so he walked around the hall with his hands behind his back for several times, and finally gave an order.
"Treat it the same way you've dealt with plague in the past. See if there's a prescription or antidote."
Shen Xining had been burning with fever for three days at that time. She lay on the couch every day, in a daze, with things going through her mind one after another. There was the unwilling eyes of the peasant girl who was raped by Deng Yan before he left, Deng Yan's cunning and arrogant smile, and the blood-spattered looks of those masked men.
It seemed that there was someone behind each and every one of these things. That person's voice was very weak, as if wrapped in something. It seemed that he was trying hard to break out of the cage and trying desperately to speak.
She opened her eyes, her throat was hoarse, she coughed, and Haruyuki walked in, but she covered her mouth and nose.
"Miss, are you okay? I'll give you the medicine."
Shen Xining waved his hand.
"I've been taking this medicine for three days, and it has no effect. Why are you wearing this?"
Haruyuki avoided answering and handed over the candied dates in his hand.
"Miss, after you drink the medicine and eat these candied dates, it won't be bitter anymore."
"Something happened outside, didn't it?"
Chun Xing didn't answer. Shen Xining directly lifted the quilt and prepared to run outside. Chun Xing grabbed Shen Xining's arm, and her voice was filled with tears.
"Miss, please don't go! There is a plague outside. I don't know what the bodies of those people at the city gate were made of. When we went to pull out the bodies, we found that their bodies were full of mites. They actually swallowed the jailers who were pulling out the bodies. They died on the spot."
How come...
How come...
Shen Xining's voice was hoarse, his whole body felt hot as if he had just come out of hot water, and his skin was sore and weak.
"How are those people now?"
"A temporary reception point was set up inside the prison to take those who were suffering from the plague and temporarily manage them. The remaining people were rotated by the yamen runners to check if anyone else was suffering from lung fever."
"Is there a prescription for this disease?"
Chun Xing said nothing. Shen Xining pursed her lips. There shouldn't be any medicine. If there was, she would be the first one to receive the prescription. How could it be the same decoction as before
What should I do then
In the following time, Shen Xining locked himself in the house every day, reading medical books and looking for ways to cure his illness.
She didn't know much. When her mother was alive, she had a wide range of interests and taught her a little bit about various things, but not many things. Shen Xining became a typical jack of all trades and master of none.
Haruki could only stand outside the door anxiously watching her like this, but he could do nothing to help.
Coughing sounds were heard from the room from time to time. Shen Xining's high fever showed no sign of subsiding. Because of the high fever, her face was always red, which added a bit of cuteness to her.
Xie Zhaoan was idle in the room. He listened to Yuewei's report and asked indifferently, "Did you find the prescription?"
Moontail shook his head.
"If the prescription was so easy to find, the plague wouldn't have spread for so many years."
Xie Zhaoan cut off the last flower, and when he saw it fall to the ground, he felt relieved.
"What about the casualties?"
"More than 20 people have died. Now that people with the plague are locked up together, their symptoms have worsened. The number of deaths is much higher than before. Should we..."
"Don't move for now, and see what results Shen Xining can get."
Feeling upset, Xie Zhaoan simply cut off the last green leaf, leaving the entire pot bare. Xie Zhaoan said coldly, "Go get a new pot, it'll look better."
"Yes, but, sir, recently someone has been hanging around the door of our room, seemingly wondering why we don't have anyone infected with the plague..."
Oh.
"Never mind."
It’s hard to tell whether these people are alive or dead, so why bother with them
Xie Zhaoan's voice was cold, but it gave Yuewei confidence.
"Yes sir."