Chapter 590 Plague

With just one sentence, the room suddenly became quiet.

Meng Zhili's eyes widened and he asked Jiang Fubao anxiously.

"Fubao, how did you find out? Tell me in detail."

"Since the day before yesterday, more and more patients have come to my clinic, especially today. Didn't you see that several clinics in Qingdai Lane were crowded with people? They all had the same symptoms, coughing and fever. Logically, even if so many people suddenly fell ill, it shouldn't have happened in February.

Compared to when the snow melted, the weather has become warmer. I sensed something a little bit abnormal and took their pulses carefully. I found that the pulses of these patients did not seem to be those of a cold. They had rapid and strong pulses. They were strong inside but weak outside. It was really a contradiction. My god, their pulses exceeded five beats per breath!"

Jiang Fubao opened his right hand in shock and made the number five.

"What do you mean? If they didn't catch a cold, how did Fubao know it was a plague? I haven't heard of any plague happening around here." Meng Zhili frowned and continued to ask.

"Don't be impatient, listen to me slowly. If two or three people have the same pulse, it can be said to be a coincidence, but if everyone's pulse is the same, it means they are infected with the same virus. I also asked them one by one about their activities, where they went in the past few days, who they met, and without exception, they all went out.

Or have seen people from other provinces, 80% of them have seen people from Enxin Province or have been to Enxin Province, so why not send someone to Enxin Province to inquire, but I suggest you seal off the city as soon as possible, as these patients are not only from Lianshan Town, but also from Baishui Town and Chang'an Town."

Jiang Fubao's expression was very solemn.

The plague spreads very quickly. If the city is not sealed off, not only will the people in Qixi County be infected, but people in other counties and cities will also be infected. That would be disastrous.

When she got back, she would make a pot of medicine and let everyone in the clinic drink a bowl of it. After all, they had all come into contact with patients, including herself.

Homemade masks cannot block the virus, but can only reduce the possibility of infection by half.

Jiang Fubao thought in his heart.

"It's over. If this is really a plague, this will be disastrous." Dong Wei staggered back a step, then sat heavily on the chair, his hands shaking uncontrollably.

Not to mention that the plague will kill many people, his son-in-law will be transferred in a few months. Although it is a lateral transfer, the place is good. It is still in Ruling Prefecture, and he will be the magistrate of Fenyu County not far away. Now that there is a plague, dismissal is the lightest punishment. If you are not careful, you will lose your head!

Dong Wei never doubted his granddaughter's words.

He believed whatever Jiang Fubao said.

"Is it too late to seal off the city? Fubao, can you cure this plague..." Dong Qingyi's eyes were filled with fear, her lips trembling slightly as she looked at Jiang Fubao.

But he closed his mouth again halfway through his speech.

Since ancient times, no one has been able to cure the plague. The only way is to lock up those infected with the plague and burn them to death, then seal off the city. When they are all dead, the plague will be gone. There is no other way.

No matter how good my daughter's medical skills are, can she cure the plague?

If she asked, wouldn't that put pressure on Fubao? What if Fubao couldn't be cured and got hit?

She can't do that.

Dong Qingyi walked silently to Meng Zhili, took his hand, and shrank her neck in fear.

It feels like there aren't many days left in life.

"Plague, plague, why is it the plague..." Meng Zhili's voice sounded a little trembling. It's no wonder that the couple were afraid.

Twelve years ago, a county town in Yingnan Prefecture was hit by a drought. The county magistrate was afraid of being demoted, so he kept the incident secret and did not report it. The people were so hungry that they ate each other. Then suddenly a plague broke out, and almost all the people in the county town were wiped out, leaving it a deserted city.

The people living there now are all refugees, not native residents.

After the emperor learned of this, the county magistrate was sentenced to death along with his entire family, and the magistrate of Yingnan Prefecture was also dismissed from his post.

Anyone of older age knows this.

With this previous experience in mind, how could the couple not be afraid?

The main room was so quiet that Jiang Fubao could even hear his own breathing.

"My godfather, godmother, and grandpa, don't worry, I will find a way to treat it. The most important thing now is to reduce the number of infected people to the minimum and immediately seal off the city. Then I will give masks to the officials and have them wear masks and go door to door to count who is sick.

Gather the sick people together and isolate them. Secondly, ask everyone in the town to stay at home. It would be best if all shops were closed..."

Since the matter was urgent, Jiang Fubao spoke without reservation.

Many modern words also appear.

Fortunately, she had never been in tune before, so even with her guesses, the three members of the Dong family were able to understand.

A quarter of an hour later, Jiang Fubao came out of the house with his godfather.

The two got on the carriage and stopped at Qingdai Lane.

Jiang Fubao got off the carriage. Meng Zhili lifted the curtain and took a look, and then the carriage ran towards the city gate.

"Little doctor, my daughter has fainted, please save my daughter, Huan'er, my Huan'er, please wake up, don't scare me, little doctor, I beg you, please save my daughter."

Before Jiang Fubao could reach the clinic, a little girl suddenly fell backwards among the people queuing outside.

The woman who accompanied the girl to see the doctor quickly caught her daughter and cried to Jiang Fubao.

"Send him to the clinic." Jiang Fubao, wearing a mask, said and walked straight in.

"The little miracle doctor is back——"

"I'm finally back, Doctor Jiang, where have you been? We've been waiting for you for a long time, and I feel my head hurting more and more."

"Yeah, I also caught a cold a few years ago. Why am I feeling so bad this time? Ouch, cough, cough, I feel like I'm going to cough my lungs out."

"Little Miracle Doctor, it's my turn now. When you left just now, it was my turn."

"......"

See Jiang Fubao coming back.

Everyone turned their eyes to her.

Jiang Fubao didn't know who to answer, so he could only let them be quiet.

"Be quiet and listen to me. You are not suffering from an ordinary cold. From now on, you must stay here and do not go anywhere, let alone go home. In the afternoon, the officials will come and take you to a place..."

Before he could finish his words, the crowd went wild.

"What are you talking about? This isn't just a cold. What is it? Why can't I go home? I'm sick, why can't I go home?"

"That's right, it's as if we have the plague. Why did the officials come here? Where are they taking us?"

"What plague? I have typhoid fever."

"Oh, we won't be infected with the plague, right?"

"......"

When someone mentioned the plague, everyone started to guess that it was the plague. Without waiting for Jiang Fubao to explain, they all prepared to run away, fearing that they would be taken away by the officials.

After all, if you are infected with the plague, there is no way to survive and you will be burned to death.