Day 8 of picking up trash
Not only the old man, but also Wei Chun and the others around him stared wide-eyed, unable to believe what they had just heard. Seeing the boy being grabbed by the old man and questioned urgently, they froze on the spot, not daring to breathe.
I want to hear that hopeful answer, but I'm also afraid it's just a delusion caused by my own excessive longing.
Najitong didn't think he had said anything remarkable. Understanding that the elderly man might have hearing problems and hadn't heard him clearly, he slowed down and repeated, "I've already analyzed the virus. There are twenty-three ways to deal with it, but..."
"But what?"
The old man asked anxiously.
He wondered, was the quantity of medicine very small? Was the required medicinal material or catalyst very precious? Or were very demanding conditions required?
He would give it his all, no matter how difficult the conditions, as long as he could solve this plague!
Wei Chun'er, who was closest to the two and had heard the entire conversation, knelt down without saying a word.
He dared not touch the boy in front of him rashly, but kowtowed repeatedly with great emotion: "Please have mercy! If you are willing to save my parents, I, Wei Chun, will repay you even if it means serving you like an ox or a horse! Please, whatever you need, please help us! I would even give you my life!"
Not only him, but also the patients who could still move around, as well as their families, all knelt down and kowtowed in the direction of Ji Tong, praying incessantly.
"Please save me! Take whatever you want—my money, my house!"
"Do you still need servants? I am very attentive to people, please save my wife."
"My lord, I beg you! I will erect a longevity monument for you and have you worshipped for generations to come!"
"Please help us!"
The old man who spoke first solemnly said to Ji Tong, "My Sun family has been practicing medicine for generations. Although my family, Sun Yiyun, is not as wealthy as a country, we are considered 'good' in terms of money and connections, whether in Qing Kingdom or other countries. Please feel free to name your conditions. As long as this plague can be saved, my Sun family will do everything in our power!"
Even though he knew that presenting his own conditions first would put him at a disadvantage in negotiations, he couldn't care less at that moment. As long as the young man was willing to offer even one solution, everything he had to do would be worthwhile!
For a moment, everyone held their breath, their eyes fixed intently on Ji Tong.
The little robot waited and waited, until finally the humans in front of it seemed to have finished speaking.
The very polite little robot, who never interrupts humans, slowly began to say what it hadn't finished.
He said, "...However, with the technology you have here, there are eighteen ways that cannot be achieved and can be ruled out. There are five left. After analysis, if you want to solve it as quickly as possible, I suggest trying two of them in parallel."
"Method 1: Set up a laboratory and extract appropriate antibiotics."
"Method two: Find the virus creators and demand the antidote."
After saying that, the little robot stood still, waiting for the human to make a decision.
He's just a robot; he can offer suggestions when humans ask for help, but the specific implementation direction is up to the humans themselves.
However, the little robot no longer worries about its job, because "viruses" are also in the category of "garbage" and are classified as "special waste," and its database happens to have the processing methods.
Dealing with this "virus" can also be included in our work scope.
Although if humans don't actively ask him to handle it, he will only deal with unclaimed trash on the roadside.
From the moment the snow-haired boy opened his mouth to speak, the surroundings fell silent, everyone afraid of making even the slightest sound and missing the important part.
As the snow-haired boy spoke each word, everyone's hearts rose and fell with each word.
They were utterly desperate when they realized that none of the eighteen methods could be implemented.
Hearing that there were only five left, a glimmer of hope reappeared in their eyes.
Everyone was filled with excitement when they heard that there were actually two fastest methods.
When they heard the completely unfamiliar words "laboratory" and "antibiotics" in the first method, they looked blank again.
When they heard the word "virus creator" in the second method, everyone who realized what that word meant was completely dumbfounded!
W-what? The virus...creator?
manufacture?
Is that what they mean?
The elderly woman, who identified herself as Sun Yiyun, spoke with a trembling voice, but her question was clear and unambiguous: "Young sir, are you saying that this plague is... man-made?!"
Sun Yiyun said the last word through gritted teeth.
The little robot, thinking the human hadn't understood, nodded and explained in detail: "Yes, after testing, the virus showed signs of being artificially manufactured, and the source extract was from birds with colorful feathers."
Upon hearing this, those present, including Sun Yiyun, immediately recalled similar birds from their memories.
And believe it or not, they actually remembered.
"Damn it! The Zheng army had only been besieging the city for a few days when I saw a bird with beautiful feathers fly in from outside!"
"I've seen it too! My kid even chased after it trying to catch it!"
"Yes, yes, those childless bastards, they must have thrown this plague over here!"
"The state of Zheng harmed my entire family. I swear I will not rest until I avenge this!"
Immediately, public sentiment was agitated.
Sun Yiyun was also furious.
Fortunately, he still had a shred of reason and remembered that the most important thing now was not revenge, but to control the plague in the county.
"Sir, regarding the laboratory and extraction of...antibiotics, what do we need to prepare?"
The little robot retrieved the existing data it had collected about this time and space, deleted all conditions that humans could not yet achieve, and stated the final result: "A clean room, two tables. Strong liquor, the higher the alcohol content, the better, lime, water, and soil."
"Take soil from several different locations, including both diseased and unaffected areas."
Sun Yiyun waited a while, and seeing that the snow-haired boy remained silent, she realized: "That's it?"
Not a single medicinal herb was asked? No conditions were mentioned? It's that simple?
The information she heard was so simplistic that Sun Yiyun now wondered if she had been deceived by a mentally challenged teenager.
However, at this moment, he had also come up with an antidote, so he might as well seize any glimmer of hope.
He nodded seriously: "Okay, I'll go prepare it right away."
As he spoke, he turned around and raised his voice, ordering the growing crowd that had gathered around the commotion: "Doctors, you go about your business. Patients with mild symptoms should take care of the more seriously ill. Family members who are free, come over here!"
Yes, he was the highest-ranking person in this ward, and coincidentally, he had the authority to manage these people.
As for Ji Tong, there was no need for any greetings. The people who had surrounded her earlier were already bowing and scraping respectfully, showing concern and asking after her. It would be an understatement to describe them with all sorts of similar words.
Wei Chun, who arrived first, was already overjoyed. No matter how much the people around him pushed and shoved, he firmly occupied the position closest to his savior.
"Benefactor, is there anything we can do now?" Wei Chun asked, rubbing his hands together.
Najitong shook her head and refused, saying, "No need, I can do it myself. Could you move aside a little?"
We don't need their help; in fact, they're blocking our path to collect trash.
Humans are so strange, they actually want to pick up trash from the trash can!
Seeing that the humans were gathered around without saying a word, the little robot couldn't figure out what they wanted. Seeing that they had no other needs, it squatted down and continued its interrupted task of picking up the robes.
These clothes are made of plant fiber fabric. As long as they are disinfected and purified, and then patched up, they will be brand new again.
Even if it can't be repaired into a new one, it can be repurposed into other fabric products, or the raw materials can be completely broken down and rebuilt, or even broken down to the most basic element level.
Of course, how to deal with these things will depend on future needs.
Now all we need to do is pick them up, disinfect them, and preserve them.
Now, finally no one disturbed the boy's behavior anymore.
Even if others don't understand why he's picking up these things, they just think it might be a characteristic of a powerful person.
Thus, this scene appeared in this area—
The snow-haired boy was surrounded by the crowd in the center. As he squatted down and stood up, the crowd's gaze followed him up and down.
The boy picked up a dirty object. The people around him initially looked confused and tried to stop him, but then quickly regained their composure, their eyes conveying a powerful message:
It sounds impressive but I don't understand it.
The scene was strangely funny.
This scene did not last long.
As the boy continued his process of picking up trash, examining it carefully, and stuffing it into his clothes, the astonishment in everyone's eyes grew ever greater!
Where did all that filth go?!
One robe is understandable, and two robes with no visible bulges at the hem can also be barely considered the same.
But, but!
Three items? Four items?! Besides clothes, there were bowls, boots, a cushion to sit on, and even large items like medicine pots and zithers!
These things can't possibly fit in a small piece of clothing!
Not to mention, there wasn't even the slightest bulge on the hem of the garment!
Immediately, everyone around knelt down in worship.
"immortal!"
"A deity has descended to save us!"
"The gods have arrived! The gods have arrived!"
"Father! Mother! Your son has seen a real deity today!"
"Oh my god! You've finally opened your eyes!"
Hey, old man, you need to get your eyes checked.
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When General Sheng Lu and Zhong Yuande arrived after receiving the news, the entire ward was no longer as lifeless as before.
The news of the divine being's appearance spread like wildfire throughout the entire ward. Everyone who could hear, whether they were patients, family members, doctors, or pharmacy apprentices, heard the news.
From disbelief to witnessing it firsthand, everyone kowtowed to the snow-haired boy at least three times.
If they had the means, they would have even set out incense and candles.
Even so, we've already managed to put together a few fruit platters.
The table with the fruit platter was placed where the snow-haired boy had picked up the first piece of trash.
The place has now been cleaned up and a chair, the best and most comfortable one you can find in the area, has been placed there – a seat reserved for the gods.
Although this "deity" was only focused on picking up trash and diligently doing his job, he had no idea that the freshly cleaned area, where people were kneeling and worshipping, was prepared for him.
Seeing all this, General Sheng Lu almost dared not step inside.
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