Chapter 65 If It Really Is a Plague
Upon hearing this, Shopkeeper Liang's expression instantly turned serious. "Mr. Zhou, what do you mean by this?"
His heart was trembling.
"There's something wrong with that group of people."
“Isn’t that what all refugees do?”
"There's something wrong with the soldiers guarding the city walls. Although they're numerous, nearly half of them can't even draw their bows and arrows. They need to lean against the walls to keep their balance. Most importantly, don't you notice they're coughing the whole time?"
"The wind is cold..."
"Half a cold, the chance is a bit too high."
Zhou Yunshu is now extremely grateful that they have been wearing homemade masks since they left Anshan. Otherwise, she would be really afraid of the risk of infection if they were so close to the victims.
In ancient times, medical conditions were not as good as they are today. A cold could kill people. If it was really a plague, it would be really terrible.
As soon as Zhou Yunshu said this, the expressions of Du Laoer, Wei Zhong and others changed immediately.
They knew that Zhou Yunshu was never a person who would act with a purpose, and since she said so, it was basically confirmed.
Now the team almost ran away from Baishi County. If Manager Qi had not followed closely, he might have been left behind by them.
But even so, Zhou Yunshu also drew a line between herself and Manager Qi and his group.
As night fell that day, a group of strange people stood beside the deserted fields.
They lined up in two long teams, with a gap of about one meter between two people in each team, so at first glance the team looked particularly strange and winding.
There are clearly more than 200 people in the team, but at this moment it is so quiet that it makes people uneasy.
Almost no one spoke or talked, everyone was anxiously waiting for the results ahead.
Manager Qi and his men stood fifty meters away from the team. Seeing Zhou Yunshu and the others making such a big move, he couldn't help but feel panicked.
He began to turn around and ask the people in his team, "Is anyone having a fever? Is anyone feeling nauseous and wanting to vomit? Is anyone feeling unwell?"
"Investigate it for me. If you find out," Manager Qi's eyes flashed with a ruthless look, "no matter who it is, kick him out of the team!"
"yes."
On the other side, Zhou Yunshu did not let Li Jialan and others get off the car for safety reasons.
Zhou Yunshu knew their condition best. In addition, every time Doctor Xue took Zhou Yunshu's pulse, he would habitually check Li Jialan and the others, so they have always been in good health.
Because of Zhou Yunshu, Doctor Xue and his apprentice first took the pulse of Hu Zi, Wei Zhong and others around Zhou Yunshu.
Fortunately, she usually has strict requirements for hygiene standards, so there are no problems for Hu Zi and his friends, nor for the patrol team.
Doctor Xue and Qingfeng were very quick in taking the pulse and examining the patients. Before they knew it, they had examined one-third of the patients, and none of them had symptoms such as fever, nausea, or vomiting.
Those who had no problems stood on the other side of the line, each with a look of relief that it was a false alarm on their face.
But not everyone is so lucky.
"Fever? How could our son Mancang have a fever?" When the woman heard that her son had a fever, she looked at Qingfeng and cried, "Doctor, my son must not be infected with the plague, right?"
As soon as the woman said the word "plague", the people around her instantly scattered in fear, fearing that they would be infected by the child in her arms.
Qingfeng deliberately raised his voice because he was wearing a thick homemade mask. "It has been confirmed that he has a fever, but it doesn't necessarily mean he has been infected with the plague."
Qingfeng looked at the boy in front of him, who was about seven or eight years old, and said, "Mancang, do you see that tent over there?"
Mancang nodded fearfully while crying.
"You can stay there tonight. I'll make some medicine for you. If you're fine tomorrow, you can quarantine for a few more days before returning to the team. Is that okay?"
Mancang nodded and looked at his mother, "Mom."
The woman heard her son calling for his mother and said with red eyes, "Doctor, I, I will go to accompany him, can I go to accompany him?"
"He's my son, I'm not afraid of infection. If he dies, we'll die together!"
After the woman finished speaking, the children in Mancang cried and hugged her.
Qingfeng sighed deeply as he watched this scene. He simply told them to go to the tent and wait before starting the next pulse diagnosis.
There are quite a few people in their team, so we need to screen out those who are feverish and nauseous as soon as possible.
The plague is too serious a matter, so Doctor Xue and Qingfeng will not make a conclusion rashly, nor will they dare to let anyone go.
Now that the weather has turned cooler, they have to observe for a night to get more accurate results.
At the end of the examination, in addition to Mancang, a child under ten years old, there was also a boy and a girl in the entire team who were diagnosed with fever.
The woman's name was Lily, and she was the one who had been reviled and ostracized because of her brothel origins.
It was already November, and she was still wearing a thin summer shirt. The moment she heard that she had a fever, she subconsciously wanted to pray, but when she saw the disgusted looks of the people around her, she silently lowered her head.
No one wanted to let her live.
"puff!"
A thick, though dirty, coat was thrown on Lily. Lily looked up and saw a burly man looking at her.
She knew him, his name was Hu Zi, and he was Mr. Zhou's man.
"Here you go, don't freeze to death."
Lily lowered her head, her slender fingers clenching her coat.
"Don't stand here! My boss told those of you with fever to go to the tent over there. Go!"
Lily nodded slightly, then staggered towards the tent, clutching her clothes.
The last person to have a fever was Liu Fuyi.
After Wan Liqing learned that Liu Fuyi had a fever, she took three steps back and looked at Doctor Xue in disbelief, saying, "Doctor Xue, did you see it wrong? Liu Lang has been staying in the carriage and rarely goes out. How could he have a fever?"
"Please take his pulse again, check him again. Maybe you're wrong. Please take another look."
Doctor Xue looked at Wan Liqing who was about to smash his signboard and said, "I have been treating patients for so many years and I have never made a mistake."
"Since you're so worried, you can go over and keep an eye on it!"
Doctor Xue knew that Liu Fuyi just had a common fever, but he couldn't just make an exception for everyone else with a fever and stay in the tent.
After hearing what Dr. Xue said, Wan Liqing thought that Liu Fuyi was really diagnosed.
She thought of how she had been holding Liu Fuyi's arm not long ago, and subconsciously rubbed it against her body a few times. After she was done, she looked at Liu Fuyi's cold eyes and realized what she had just done.
"Liu Lang, I..."
"I won't go back to the carriage. Give me my luggage."
Liu Fuyi's voice was cold, as if she had anticipated that Wan Liqing would refuse to accompany her.
But think about it, he is just an actor, and Wan Liqing is the daughter of the county magistrate after all. They are not the same kind of people.
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