Chapter 282: Master Gu Nan, I seem to have a fever
Gu Nan didn't know how he got back to the city.
She had been a ghost for so long, but for the first time she felt her body was so light, so light that it seemed like it could turn into ashes and be scattered by the wind.
Cheng Zheng's words drained away all her strength and bones.
Her luck and ignorance turned into a whip that lashed her.
She deeply realized that what she had done was not enough. She wanted to do more, to save more people, more Niuniu, Lizhi, and Cheng Zheng.
"Gu Nan?"
"Donor Gu Nan?"
The clamor for the first place rang in his ears. Gu Nan moved his eyes slightly and finally broke free from his zombie state.
Jiang Wanying grabbed her hand, looking worried. "What on earth happened? Why do you look so bad?"
Gu Nan was not injured, so what else in this world could shock the soul of a thousand-year-old evil ghost to this extent?
Gu Nan squeezed Jiang Wanying's hand, trying several times before finally finding the strength to do so. She suppressed the barely perceptible trembling in her body, took a few slow, short breaths, and then whispered, "It's okay."
Now is not the time to be sad and doubt herself. There are still many things she needs to arrange in this precarious city.
All the information about the plague in her memory became extremely clear. She pondered for a moment and said in a deep voice:
"There was plague in Fengcheng, and those people today escaped from Fengcheng."
Before he finished speaking, there was an uproar all around.
But before they could say anything, Gu Nan glanced around and the voices in the team were immediately suppressed.
"You escaped in time. I have also placed those people somewhere else. Don't be afraid."
After a pause, he added, "I have a special way to prevent infection. I won't be infected either, so you can rest assured."
Everyone looked at each other in silence.
How could I be at ease? That was the plague, which had no cure. Once infected, the only option was death.
Gu Nan didn't give them time to let their thoughts wander. He continued, "You will go to the shelter for isolation first. I will send you protective equipment as soon as possible. I will pick you up in three days."
They didn't understand the unfamiliar words, but they understood that Gu Nan wanted to lock them up to prevent them from infecting others.
After understanding this, several men's eyes turned red.
The young monk was confused and didn't react.
They were all in their teens, and had been accompanied by green lamps and ancient Buddhas since childhood. They were blessed by gods and Buddhas, and their minds were clear. They had hardly experienced the pain of love, hate, greed and anger in the mortal world, and they were even less aware of the horror of the plague.
De Zhao still asked foolishly: "Then we won't clear the snow?"
Gu Nan looked at him. He had a pair of eyes as bright as Cheng Zheng's, but they were very young, innocent and fearless, and were well protected.
Gu Nan's heart ached, and his voice was slightly hoarse. "It's not clear anymore. I will build a watchtower outside the city and guard it day and night. No one will get close to you."
De Zhao scratched his head. "We're all going to quarantine. Can you handle it by yourself?"
Gu Nan made a rare joke with him, which was rare in recent days. "Why, do you look down on me?"
De Zhao smiled foolishly and quickly said no.
Gu Nan calmed down, opened the city gate, and sent them to the shelter.
She had originally guessed that there might be a plague next year, so she specially built an isolation room when building the shelter, but she didn't expect it to come in handy so soon.
The room had never been tidied. There was only a thin wooden bed in the narrow and cramped space, and a small window on the wall, which was the only corner where one could spend time.
Arrange each person in a separate room, and record their name and room number so that it will be easier to clean up in case someone is infected.
"I'll lock the door temporarily. I'll bring your things over later. Don't be afraid. I'll be here."
Some were depressed and desperate, some were crying uncontrollably, and they were unresponsive to Gu Nan's comfort, or even turned a deaf ear to it.
In this cage-like isolation area, the young monks were as quiet as a group of aliens.
"Your things are on the mountain. It will be a little late. Think about what you want now."
Having said that, how many things can a monk have? They are nothing more than Buddhist shrines, scriptures, wooden fish and other similar items.
"Donor Gu Nan, please bring me the bag of preserved fruits at the bottom of the cabinet." De Zhao said embarrassedly.
Gu Nan took note and asked with a smile, "Have you finished eating the candy?"
After Gu Nan came back, he bought some candy again, but not much was given to each person.
"No, there are only a few left. Leave them for them. They have been craving for a long time."
"Okay, I'll pass it on."
Gu Nan turned and left the isolation area, and met Jiang Wanying at the door. She was holding an extremely large bag, like an ant holding food that was several times larger than itself.
She was going to deliver things to the refugees from Fengcheng.
Except for those who already have mattresses in the shelter, everyone else has to get theirs from the warehouse.
After delivering the things, Gu Nan did not return to Fayuan Temple immediately, but went to the best medical clinic in Kyoto.
The door of the clinic was closed and deserted due to the snowstorm. Gu Nan walked straight through the wall, pulled the doctor who was huddled by the stove to keep warm, and prescribed medicine for him.
She was basically certain that it was pneumonic plague, and a large number of masks were urgently needed to reduce the risk of droplet transmission.
In this era, technology is limited, so she can only make her own epidemic prevention masks.
Two layers of linen or cotton cloth and one layer of cotton soaked in medicine, which can be worn for fifteen minutes.
If the cotton and linen cloth is replaced with gauze, and the cotton is replaced with absorbent cotton wool, it will be the famous Wu's mask in the history of anti-epidemic.
The doctor was stunned by her miraculous skills and frightened by the news of the plague. He kept saying that he wanted to find other doctors to discuss the matter.
Gu Nan gave them a day to negotiate, then turned around and went to the cloth shop to ask the owner for cloth and cotton.
Masks cannot be reused, and there is a huge demand for cloth and cotton, so her stock is insufficient.
The cloth shop owner's reaction was much more intense than the doctor's. He was determined to run away. Gu Nan didn't bother to talk nonsense with him. He just threw flowers and leaves at him and used force to intimidate him.
Get the key to the warehouse, and then impose a ban to shut her up. Don't try to disrupt the order and hold her back.
When everything is done, the moon will be at its highest point in the sky.
Gu Nan carried an axe and went to the woods not far outside the city to cut trees to prepare the wood for building a watchtower.
She didn't know how to build it, and the construction work had to wait until the craftsmen arrived tomorrow. The wood might not be used, so she just wanted to find something to kill time in her mind.
The capital city of Kyoto is now in a state of panic, and Jiang Wanying takes over and arranges for yamen runners to patrol and stabilize the city, while Gu Nan guards the city gates and the shelter.
First stabilize the country, then repel foreign aggression.
She had to stabilize Kyoto and ensure that the plague would not spread to the city so that she could further arrange for the people to prevent the epidemic and free up her hands to support nearby cities.
As long as there are no accidents in the quarantine area.
As long as no one gets infected.
*
The long night finally dawns.
Dawn breaks.
Gu Nan brought breakfast to the quarantine area and opened the doors that had been locked for the day one by one, while asking about their physical condition.
I asked seven or eight people in a row, and they all said they didn't feel any discomfort.
Gu Nan smiled and said okay.
They seemed to be infected by her smile and felt a little more relaxed. The carefree ones even made jokes with her, teasing her that she was too sensitive and thought too much.
They are so obedient and run so fast, how could they be infected?
Gu Nan felt that what they said made sense, and the smile on his lips never faded.
Until she opened Dezhao's door.
De Zhao was sitting on the bed, a sickly blush on his young face. When he heard the voice, he turned his eyes blankly and looked at her.
"Master Gu Nan, I, I seem to have a fever."
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