Ye Rou left Lu Tingzhi's room. When she passed by the main hall, she heard someone crying. She stopped in her tracks. In the corner of the main hall, there was a child who looked to be about seven or eight years old. He was curled up and crying. The people beside him seemed to be used to it and did not go over to comfort him.
"What's the matter?" Ye Zhen walked over and asked in a low voice.
"Woo …" The little boy choked and cried, pointing to the woman lying next to him. "My mother … my mother won't wake up no matter how I call her. Is she dead?"
Ye Zhen looked sideways at the woman. Her face was ashen and her limbs were stiff like a dead person.
"Let me see." Ye Zhen's heart froze. She was afraid that the woman was already dead. She checked the woman's pulse and frowned. "Is your mother sick?"
Dead? And she had been dead for at least a few hours, but no one found out.
The boy cried, "Yesterday, my mother kept vomiting and her whole body was hot. The doctor prescribed her medicine. I thought she would be better today, but she didn't respond to my call."
Ye Zhen looked at the boy's face. His dark face was abnormally red. She reached out and touched the boy's forehead. It was hot!
"You are sick." Ye Zhen looked at the boy seriously. She stood up and looked around. She only saw the people lying down and recuperating, but no one else. She hurried out of the hall and finally saw a monk. "Little master, is there a doctor here? There is a dead woman inside, and her son is feverish. Why is no one paying attention? "
The monk looked anxious. "Benefactor, I don't know what happened this morning, but there are a lot more people with fever and vomiting. In addition to the woman inside, several people have just died. My doctor is boiling medicine, but there is no effect at all."
Ye Zhen's face changed. "How many people have died? How many people have feverish vomiting? "
"Today's rough count, there are about fifteen people. If the boy you just mentioned is not counted, then there are sixteen people." The monk said.
Oh no! Ye Zhen's eyes were dignified. "Quickly send someone to find Fang Shaoming. I will find another doctor."
"Lord Fang seems to be busy …" The monk was surprised.
"Nothing is more important than this!" Ye Zhen snapped, "Hurry up and find Fang Shaoming!"
Ye Zhen then walked to the side hall next to the main hall. She remembered that there were many injured people there, and doctors were there to treat and boil medicine.
In the side hall, there were two doctors examining patients and two medicine boys boiling medicine.
Doctor Wu. Ye Zhen recognized one of the doctors. She walked over and said, "I'm afraid that the patients with fever and vomiting are contagious. We have to isolate the sick people. Otherwise, if the infection continues, I'm afraid the consequences will be unimaginable."
Doctor Wu slowly put down the pen in his hand and looked up at Ye Zhen. He didn't know Ye Zhen's identity. He only knew that Fang Shaoming seemed to be very polite to this woman. He frowned and said, "Madam, we are treating these patients. You don't have to worry."
"If it was so easy to cure, there wouldn't have been so many deaths!" Ye Rou said in a deep voice. "Now, the only way to prevent more patients and deaths is to isolate the patients first."
"It sounds like you are the doctor. Why don't we let you treat all these patients?" Another doctor sneered.
Ye Zhen took a deep breath and turned to look at the patients lying on the ground. She then turned to the monk behind her and said, "Have you sent someone to find Fang Shaoming?"
"I have sent someone to invite Lord Fang, but he seems to have gone to the river. He won't be back so soon." The monk said awkwardly.
"Where is your abbot?" Ye Zhen asked coldly. Since Fang Shaoming has no time to come back, she can only make the decision herself.
When Doctor Wu saw that Ye Zhen still want to ask the abbot for help, he couldnt help but smile: Furen, although this old man is not talented, but I have been practicing medicine for decades. So, in the end, do you have any advice? Can you cure these patients? They are suffering from typhoid fever. In the middle of winter, there is such a heavy rain. They have been soaked in water for so long before they were sent for treatment. There is a shortage of medicinal herbs. It's already good that they can survive for a few days. What else do you want? "
"They are not suffering from typhoid fever." Ye Zhen lightly said, "Your medical skills are not good enough, so you blame the lack of medicinal herbs."
"Benefactor … …" The monk was a little anxious. There are not many doctors here. If Doctor Wu is also angry, then no one will be able to treat the patients.
Doctor Wu's face turned red in anger. "Hmph, then I will leave this place for you to treat."
"Wangfei, I heard that you are looking for Daren?" At this time, a soldier who was left here by Fang Shaoming rushed in and saluted Ye Zhen.
"How many officials did Fang Daren leave here?" Ye Zhen no longer paid attention to Doctor Wu. Instead, she turned around and asked the soldier who came to look for her.
The soldier replied, "Wangfei, there are a total of eight of us here. Fang Daren took the rest down the mountain."
She doesnt know if there are any injured people at the foot of the mountain. Moreover, the water in the city needs to recede. So, Fang Shaoming took most of the soldiers and able-bodied men away.
Ye Zhen nodded her head and said, "You take the token and go to the river to find the imperial envoy. Tell him to send a medical officer and a female doctor. The rest of the soldiers come and listen to my orders."
"Yes, Wangfei." The soldier didnt dare to have any other questions. He took Ye Zhen's token and left.
Doctor Wu's face turned pale. Wangfei? This woman is actually Wangfei?
Ye Zhen didnt pay attention to Doctor Wu. Instead, she walked out of the hall and let the rest of the soldiers and monks listen to her orders. They cremate all the dead people and isolate the sick people in the hall.
She couldnt find strong wine and vinegar to cook the dishes. So, she took out some herbs from her space and let the people boil a large pot of herbs. Then, she let the people boil the dishes and chopsticks that were used before.
Ye Zhen originally planned to leave with Doctor Wu. But, she ordered the people to stay and wait for her orders.
The family members of the deceased didnt agree to cremate their loved ones. So, they cried and hugged the corpse.
After hearing the monk's report, Ye Zhen put down the silver needles in her hand and walked out of the hall. Then, she pulled down her mask and went to the back mountain to prepare the cremation.
"It's her, it's this woman who wants to burn my son. You evil woman … …" When an old woman saw Ye Zhen, she cried and rushed towards her.
"If you don't want to be cremated, you can take the bodies of your loved ones and leave, but you can't go to the city. Just find a place to hide. However, their disease is contagious, even if they are dead. I advise you not to get too close, otherwise, if you catch the disease later, we won't have so many medicines to save you." Ye Zhen looked at the old woman faintly and said in a cold voice.
"Infected?" When everyone heard this, their face drastically changed. Even the monks who were carrying the bodies stepped back a few steps.
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