Shen Zhaozhao took Cao Ya and several female relatives in the team to find a clean water source.
With the guidance of a village girl, they found an abandoned well in the stream not far away.
A few people worked together to move the moss-covered bluestone slabs and came up with the water. They were relieved to see that the water was still clear.
Cao Ya and several girls were lying on the ground and starting a fire. When they were about to look up and ask Shen Zhaozhao what to do next, they saw Shen Zhaozhao coming over with a big iron pot.
Cao Ya: "This..."
Shen Zhaozhao grinned and said, "Just right, pick it up."
If the Zhan family happened to be there, they would recognize this familiar pot on the spot.
Cao Ya glanced at the clean big iron pot and said, "Sister Shen is so lucky."
The first pot of water boiled, and the wounded dug out of the mud were sent over one after another, and Shen Zhaozhao got busy.
The first aid kit is not so useful when there are so many of them.
Fortunately, she had studied Chinese medicine when she was studying medicine. Although there were few shrubs and trees here, there were quite a few weeds on the ground.
Among them, there are many commonly used blood-clearing medicines.
Several female relatives followed Shen Zhaozhao. They had not learned medical skills, but they could dig some herbs under Shen Zhaozhao's guidance.
The village was badly hit, and soon the injured and dead were lined up in a row.
"This won't work," Shen Zhaozhao frowned, looking at the living and the dead mixed together, and found the village head Mu Lao, "Put the deceased farther away, and deal with them together when the time comes."
Mu Lao felt extremely sad when he saw the neighbor who had greeted him yesterday was now lying coldly.
“Miss Shen, it’s okay.”
"They are all from the same village. Some of their family members have passed away, and I am reluctant to let them go!"
"This is the last time we'll see each other, let them stay together!"
There were bursts of sobbing.
Shen Zhaozhao looked at these people with mud all over their heads and faces. The living did not care about their own injuries and cried on the bodies of the dead.
There was also an adult who was so injured that he couldn't get up. He was holding a small corpse in his hand and kept reaching out to touch the child's face.
I want to wipe the mud off my child's face.
But my body and hands are covered with mud, how can I clean it?
But it's all in vain.
Even though Shen Zhaozhao had seen many separations of life and death, it was hard not to feel sad when seeing such a scene.
But as a doctor, she had to harden her heart.
"No, after a disaster, if the bodies are not properly handled and separated from the living, a pandemic is likely to occur."
The kind-hearted village chief wanted to plead, "It's so perfect..."
As soon as he said this, he got stuck.
He just said this last night.
Where is the perfect place for a flood?
As a result, the flood did not come, but Longba came.
Most of the village was destroyed because of his carelessness.
"I...I asked you to send them all away..." Mr. Mu walked away hunched over. In an instant, he seemed to have aged by four years.
After watching Mu Lao walk away, Shen Zhaozhao turned around and continued to treat the wounded. Some were crushed by beams, and some were hit on the head by stones.
External injuries are easy to treat, just rinse, disinfect and bandage.
Faced with being hit on the waist by a heavy object and unable to move, Shen Zhaozhao was helpless.
She had no operating room.
There are no conditions for surgery in the wilderness.
As everyone was busy in an orderly manner, a figure stumbled down the slope, shouting as he ran:
"Where is Jin Niang? Have you found Jin Niang?"
"Brother Mu San!" Behind him, there was another person chasing after him.
"Uncle, have you found Jin Niang?" Mu San rushed down and grabbed Mu Lao by the collar at the first moment, his eyes bloodshot, as if he would eat him alive if Mu Lao dared to say anything unpleasant.
“Not yet.” Mu Lao replied in a hesitant voice, not daring to look at Mu San at all.
"Why haven't you found it yet? Is it because you didn't look for it seriously?" Mu San let go of Mu Lao and rushed into the mud like a madman.
Fortunately, Jiang Hu came back just in time and quickly grabbed her.
The mud rushed into the village. On the surface, you couldn't tell how deep it was, but in fact, when you walked on it, one step was deep and one step was shallow, so you had to be extremely careful.
According to Mu Sanxian's current state, he would be the first to die before he could be rescued.
"It's almost there. I saw someone in the village heading in the direction of your house."
"I want to go find Jin Niang by myself. Jin Niang is already sick, and she doesn't want to be hurt again..." Mu San murmured to himself as he struggled, trying to break free from Jiang Hu's shackles.
"Mu San, Mu San, there!" From afar, a man carrying another man covered in mud came over, and the people around him shouted loudly, "Mu San, we found your wife!"
Mu San pushed Jiang Hu away and rushed forward.
He carefully took Jin Niang from the other person's hand, put her on the ground, wiped the mud off Jin Niang's face with his sleeve, and seeing that her eyes were closed, he called "Jin Niang" twice.
Still no response, he used trembling hands to feel her breath.
After sensing a faint breath, he picked her up and rushed to find Shen Zhaozhao.
"Save Jin Niang!"
Mu San placed the sword in front of Shen Zhaozhao, then he knelt down, bent over and kowtowed.
His forehead hit the ground with a dull thud.
"Get up quickly," Shen Zhaozhao hurriedly reached out to help him.
I can't even pull it up.
"Let him kowtow," Cao Ya carried a bucket of boiled water and looked coldly at Mu San who was kowtowed on the ground, "If you don't let him kowtow, he will feel uncomfortable too."
"At least, there is still someone for him to kowtow to and for him to pin his hopes on."
Cao Ya held the bucket, looked at Jin Niang who was covered in mud with a somewhat empty gaze, and said softly.
"He's lucky."
"When I wanted to kowtow, no one let me do it."
Shen Zhaozhao glanced at her. Saving her was the most important thing, so he didn't have time to delve into Cao Ya's feelings. He stretched out his hand neatly: "Water."
Cao Ya came back to his senses, put the bucket on the ground, picked up the wet hemp, half-knelt on the ground, and carefully helped Jin Niang to wash the unconscious body.
The mud was washed away little by little, revealing Jin Niang's original appearance.
The girl in Mu Lao's mouth was a graceful woman, who made Mu San lose his soul when he saw her.
Shen Zhaozhao didn't know whether she was as beautiful as Mu Lao said, nor did she care. When she saw the skin on Jinniang's face for the first time, her eyebrows jumped.
No matter how beautiful a woman is, she won’t look good with a face full of red spots and skin lesions!
"Stop it."
Shen Zhaozhao hurriedly pulled away Cao Ya, who was wiping Jin Niang's neck, and took a closer look.
On the neck, the erythema is more severe and is accompanied by papular and nodular lesions.
"Didn't you notice that she was sick?" Shen Zhaozhao turned and looked at Cao Ya.
Normal people would be alert when seeing such serious skin lesions, but Cao Ya seemed to have seen nothing and continued to help Jin Niang wipe the mud.
Cao Ya threw the hemp on the ground, reached into the wooden barrel to wash his hands, then stood up and looked at Shen Zhaozhao indifferently.
The tone is casual, like chatting about family matters.
“I found it.”
"Leprosy."
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