"If you go in, you could get infected. Aren't you afraid at all?"

The driver looked at the grandfather and granddaughter, but more importantly, he looked at the little girl.

This old lady is really powerful, with very high martial arts skills. Even her parents probably wouldn't be a match for her. In the martial arts world, she would be one of the top figures. But this little girl is very weak.

He was so weak and limp when he was learning martial arts that he wondered if he would ever master it. But why was this little girl so fearless and even so determined at this moment?

"Don't be afraid. If a doctor is afraid, then he shouldn't be a doctor."

Our purpose is to heal and save lives; how can we refrain from treating patients out of fear?

Mo Yan greatly appreciated Mo Ran's words, and seeing her grandmother's encouraging gaze, the little girl became even more determined.

"Perhaps I will be infected, then I will work even harder to find a cure for the plague."

When there's no road ahead, we should try to find one, not choose a different path.

The coachman thought this man was just going to his death.

In the end, he was also dragged along.

Actually, he didn't want to go at all; he just wanted to go home.

They walked forward slowly.

Before long, they came to a village, but it had been fenced off and there were many fences preventing them from leaving.

They only found out what happened after they got there.

It turns out that it wasn't that the local magistrate didn't want to deal with them.

Instead, they hoped to place these sick people in the same village to prevent the disease from spreading further.

Even the county magistrate is now in this village.

The person currently handling things outside is the prefect of this area.

The prefect will not leave, simply because the county magistrate in the village is his youngest son.

The father and son, one inside and one outside, were there to keep people calm.

Upon seeing them approaching, the prefect told them to leave immediately.

Each of them had strips of cloth tied around their face.

Mo Yan took a look, and it really was the very basic kind; it couldn't protect anything like that.

"You lot should leave; there is a plague here."

"Sir, my granddaughter and I are doctors, and we are willing to go in to treat and save lives. Furthermore, your protective measures are insufficient. I have a method here that I hope you will consider."

The prefect did not believe the man before him. "Where are you a doctor from? What is your name? Is there any record of you?"

“Yes, this is Mo Yan from the Changlin Mo family, and this is my granddaughter, Mo Ran.” Mo Yan took out her registered medical practice certificate.

In this dynasty, all doctors needed to be registered. Only those who were registered would be recognized by the government; otherwise, they were considered itinerant doctors. If an itinerant doctor caused someone's death, they would have to pay the price.

Prefect Wei had naturally heard of it; recently, a doctor named Mo Yan had published a book on emergency medicine.

"Could it be that you are Doctor Mo Yan, the one who came up with the first aid method?"

Mo Yan was surprised that Lin Hui still signed her name.

"yes."

"Please, Dr. Mo Yan..."

Mo Yan told them to use strong liquor to disinfect, and that she would also provide preventative herbal medicine and lime for disinfection.

In addition, they would enter the village and tell the villagers what medicine they needed every day by shouting from inside.

At the same time, they also need to take precautions outside, not only in this village, but also in the entire county, and even more people. The water source can no longer be used, so they need to find a new water source, and they must go into the mountains to see if there is any source.

The prefect truly loved his people like his own children, and agreed without hesitation, taking his men to carry it out.

Many doctors in this county have left, unwilling to come. They are afraid of getting infected, which is only natural, but it still feels somewhat cold-hearted.

If we cannot work together in times of crisis, then we will only infect more people in the future.

Mo Yan led Mo Ran and the driver inside, using masks that Mo Yan had made, and also told the people outside what to do.

What's the point of just covering your nose? It doesn't change anything.

When Mo Yan led them in, they saw many people coughing, and many others with pale faces, vomiting and having diarrhea.

Mo Yan found the county magistrate inside, told him her identity, and mentioned the strong liquor and various medicinal herbs that the prefect had prepared outside. Mo Yan brought in two cartloads of these items.

The rest they need to go out and get; they'll leave them in the middle of the village.

"We need to disinfect thoroughly, every day."

Mo Yan also took out disinfectant pills and told them to soak them in water and spray them in every corner.

Immediately afterwards, they began to treat their illnesses.

People's faces were numb.

It was a kind of despair that eventually led to numbness.

They seemed somewhat resigned to their fate, even feeling that they were simply waiting for death, waiting for that moment to arrive.

As for when that moment will be, they don't know; they can only wait patiently.

There was no hope in their eyes.

There are no doctors left in the village, and not many medicinal herbs left either. The only person who hasn't given up on them is probably the county magistrate.

The magistrate led everyone to the open space and told them, "Everyone must cheer up. The doctors have arrived. This is Doctor Mo Yan, Doctor Mo Ran, and this..."

"I'm the coachman..." the coachman quickly said.

"These two doctors will help us get through this difficult time; we all need to work together."

If we give up now, we can only wait to die; whether we live or die depends on ourselves.

The villagers were overjoyed to see the doctor, but they had no medicine.

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