Chapter 64 Fainted from Exhaustion

In just ten days, the isolation huts in West City had been expanded three times in succession, and almost every household had a collapsed bed.

The corpses that should have been cremated were piled up like mountains outside the city, but this was repeatedly stopped.

They gathered in the distance and shouted, "Don't burn it! Don't burn it!"

"If you burn it, there won't even be a complete body left. You won't be able to be reincarnated!"

However, the smallpox fluid on the corpse attracted flies and insects, which only made the epidemic worse.

"Burn!" Xie Jinglan's voice was broken by the wind blade, with a cold and hard tone that left no room for questioning.

"Pass the order down. In half an hour, all plague corpses outside the city will be burned! Anyone who dares to stop us will be treated as a traitor!"

Wen Ning was grinding medicine in the shed. Upon hearing this, she lifted the linen curtain and walked out.

"My Lord, the villagers are not afraid of the epidemic, but they are afraid of losing their intact bodies and their thoughts. Can you use Taoism to comfort them? Once they get over the hurdle in their hearts, they will naturally stop trying to stop us."

Xie Jinglan glanced at her sideways, his brows slightly furrowed.

He was originally impatient with these empty formalities, but after hearing her words, he finally changed the order to the soldiers.

"Go up the mountain and invite the Taoist priest to tell the people that by using Taoist magic to purify the filth, even if the corpse is burned, the soul of the dead can be led back home!"

As expected, once this plan was implemented, those who had been preventing the burning of the plague corpses all knelt on the ground, put their hands together, and began to chant the mantra for rebirth.

When the epidemic got to this point, disasters naturally followed.

The drugstore was empty, and the grain store was empty too.

Food prices skyrocketed and roads in the countryside were blocked again. Not only did the sick people not have the energy to find food, even those who were not sick could not afford to eat for many days.

Fortunately, the army had been prepared in advance. Since Wen Ning mentioned the method of epidemic prevention, the camp has been well stocked with medicinal materials. The medical officer keeps an eye on the camp every day, and if there is anything unusual, he will isolate the people.

I can't imagine it. If an epidemic broke out in the military camp, and soldiers fell one after another, who would guard the city gates? Who would quarantine and control the situation? Who would transport food and medicine from neighboring states? Who would set up tents to distribute porridge?

If that happens, the sky of Yuezhou will probably collapse.

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The scorching heat is unbearable, and the scorching heat accompanied by the epidemic is even more deadly.

Wen Ning's days in the isolation shed were soaked in the smell of medicine and sweat.

She slept for a maximum of two hours a day, and personally diagnosed the patients' pulses, fed them medicine, picked acne, wiped their bodies, and even cleaned up their filth.

At night, I would read medical books and revise prescriptions under the lamp.

In the past half month, I have revised over a hundred prescriptions, not to mention the prescriptions that were formulated according to different symptoms.

Finally, with everyone's unremitting efforts, the death toll gradually decreased, but new sorrow came to their minds again.

The patient's high fever and rash did not subside. Although he was not dying for the time being, he felt like he was being simmered over a low fire, and his body became weaker day by day.

It was exactly the same as those patients she had treated in the village, who had not recovered after half a month.

If this continues, the human body will not be able to bear it, and the only difference is whether it will be faster or slower.

After days of hard work, Wen Ning's voice had become so soft that it seemed to be floating in the wind.

"My Lord, could you please invite the master over? He is very knowledgeable and may be able to identify the root cause of this illness."

Although she didn't want to drag her master into this dangerous area, it was a sign of weakness after she had been holding on for days.

Xie Jinglan looked at the dark circles under her eyes, his throat moved, and he reached out to hold her in his arms.

"Okay, I'll have someone prepare a fast horse to pick him up. You've done a great job."

She fell asleep with her forehead resting on his shoulder armor, but she didn't expect to wake up in the middle of the night.

She subconsciously leaned over the desk again, her fingertips stroking the prescriptions, pondering the combinations over and over again.

The note under the prescription was copied by her in Mo Shu Ge.

She picked it up and looked at it again carefully.

Until the four words "Jiujiao Chipoxu" caught my eye.

He pressed his fingertips hard on the line of small words at the bottom: If the pox sores are purple, there is stagnation of heat and toxins. Use cicada shells to clear the rash and avoid sweating.

This means that when you encounter purple pox, you should use cicada shells to help the rash come out. Never use sweating methods, otherwise it will aggravate the condition.

The symptoms of Jiujiao Red Pox and Red Throat Pox are very different, so she had never paid attention to this line of small words before.

Looking at it now, I can’t help but see the light.

I see!

This disease is different from common acne. Do not induce sweating, but cool the blood and expel the evil.

With trembling hands, she prepared a new prescription. Before the ink had dried, she stood up, clutching the prescription.

The morning light outside the tent just filled the door curtain.

The moment she lifted the curtain, she saw Xie Jinglan dismounting from his horse.

I guess I was busy all night without sleeping.

She almost threw herself in front of him, her voice trembling uncontrollably.

"My Lord! This recipe, I'd like to try it again!"

Xie Jinglan caught the light in her eyes and without asking why, he just reached out and steadily took the thin piece of paper.

"I'll go with you!"

Every moment that followed seemed stretched out, as the medicine men carried freshly brewed medicine and shuttled between the isolated huts.

Whether this recipe works or not will depend on the next two days.

Wen Ning walked into the westernmost isolation hut carrying the medicine jar, and saw Sister Xianglan half-sitting on the straw mat, wiping Dongsheng's hands with a wet towel.

"Sister-in-law, why are you up?"

Ji Xianglan looked up in a daze, "Ah? I'm up? Oh! When I woke up this morning, I suddenly felt some strength in my arms. I saw that Xiaobao's hands were extremely dirty, so I picked up a wet cloth to wipe them. Look how dirty his hands are..."

Wen Ning's throat moved, but she didn't say anything, only curled the corners of her lips.

…

"The fever's gone! It's really gone!"

Cheers came from every ward.

Wen Ning was recording the pulse case in the tent.

The tip of the pen suddenly drew a crooked ink mark on the paper, her eyes went dark, and she fell backwards.

Xie Jinglan brought Wen Ning back to Xianfengyuan.

After the doctor examined her, he said that she had been exhausted from working so hard for several days and that she would be fine after a few days of rest.

But Xie Jinglan was worried and stayed by her side all the time, his eyes never leaving her.

Wen Ning finally woke up the next day. She struggled to sit up, but her body felt so limp that she felt dizzy.

My throat was burning with pain and my vision was dark.

"Am I..." Her voice was hoarse, and her fingertips were trembling slightly, "also infected with the plague?"

Xie Jinglan was just coming in with some tea. He was startled when he heard this and quickly walked to the bedside.

He wanted to help her up, but seeing that she didn't even have the strength to lift her head, he scooped a spoonful of water and put it to her lips.

"Don't……"

Wen Ning turned her head away, panic in her eyes, "If it's an epidemic, I'll pass it on to you."

Xie Jinglan didn't respond, but just picked up the teacup and took a sip of water.

He leaned in close, gently cupping the back of her neck with his fingertips, and before she could turn her face away, he had already pressed his lips against hers.

The water was warm and slowly flowed along the gap between their lips.

Wen Ning whimpered and pushed him away, but his tongue pushed her teeth open.

He crossed the river very slowly, as if he was afraid of choking her.

Wen Ning couldn't help but open her mouth slightly, and inhaled the fresh breath from his breath.

The man didn't move away until she swallowed unconsciously.

"You..." She gasped and tried to speak, but he took the opportunity to feed her half a mouthful of water.

"Woo~"