After comforting the people at the scene and waiting for them to evacuate, Lu Ziye asked someone to lead the way and go to the government office together.

Along the way, Chu Qiuze looked at the surrounding environment, and then he had a bit of the feeling of an ancient big city.

There are all kinds of shops and restaurants on both sides of the road, and the pedestrians are dressed much more brightly.

However, those shops have not closed down yet.

This is just asking for trouble.

Chu Qiuze frowned, "Friend Lan, didn't I ask you to notify all the shops to close? There are so many people coming in, the infection rate is too high."

“If all the shops are closed, how are people going to live?” Lan An didn’t quite understand the arrangement of closing all the shops.

Chu Qiuze suddenly realized that life in ancient times was not as convenient as modern times. The people in the city had to go out to buy food, clothing, housing and transportation by themselves, unlike modern times where they can shop online or have food delivered.

This is a difficult problem.

For a moment, Chu Qiu Ze couldn't think of a reasonable solution, so he just asked Lan An to notify everyone that shops selling non-daily necessities would still have to be closed.

After all, at this critical moment, it would not be of much use to keep shops selling jewelry, rouge, fabrics and ready-made clothes open. People are about to die, so how can they have so much time to dress up?

Also, all those bars, brothels and other places with large crowds of people should be closed.

Lan Euan has someone do it.

Chu Qiuze asked again: "How many doctors are there in Rujing City now?"

It just so happened that the prefect of Rujing City arrived at this time. He knelt down before he got close to them and crawled over to the two of them.

"I have seen the prince and the male god before." The prefect was terrified. "It is because of my incompetence that Rujing City has been hit by the plague."

In this feudal dynasty, if a plague broke out in a place and the local officials failed to deal with it properly, they would lose their black veil hats at best, or even their entire family at worst.

This is the law here, and Chu Qiuze has no interest in changing it.

Lan An looked at the pot-bellied prefect coldly, "How many doctors are there in the city now? Have you developed a prescription to cure the plague?"

The prefect lowered his head even lower, and replied tremblingly, "There are many doctors, but, but the plague cannot be cured just by saying so."

That means there is no prescription yet. Chu Qiuze curled his lips and said, "Send someone to call all the doctors in the city to the county government. I have some questions to ask."

The male god's reputation spread far and wide, and the prefect did not dare to offend him. He let the bailiff do his job in an orderly manner.

"Stand up and talk." Chu Qiuze asked again: "Have you counted the number of people infected in the city?"

This, this, the prefect's legs, which had just stood up, were about to go limp again. "There has been no statistics yet. Generally, for those who have contracted this plague, the doctors just advise them to go home, eat well and wait for death. No statistics have been considered."

Eat well and wait for death. It's a shame that he can say such a thing.

"You." Chu Qiuze pointed at the prefect unhappily, "Find someone to place all the infected people in the same place for isolation and treatment. Make sure everyone pays attention to safety and tries to avoid contact with the infected."

This job was too dangerous. The legs of the yamen runners behind the prefect were trembling. If they were not careful, they would be infected and someone would die.

"My Lord, let me take the people there." Lu Ziye stepped forward, "If the people resist, my soldiers can suppress them."

Chu Qiuze waved his hand, "Go ahead, be careful."

Soon, all the doctors in the city were brought there.

Chu Qiuze didn't exchange pleasantries with these white-bearded old men, and went straight to the point: "Do you know how this plague is spread? And what kind of disease is this plague? If there is no treatment plan, then is there a solution to alleviate it?"

The white-bearded old men were whispering to each other, but no one stood up to answer.

This plague is a plague, what else could it be? Since it is a plague, people will die anyway. Even if they are relieved for a few days, they will still die, right?

As for how it was spread, I have no idea. Aren’t people saying that it was the arrival of the plague god?

Lan An knew how pedantic these doctors were, even the doctors in the palace were the same. He said unhappily, "The male god asked you to reply, but you whispered to each other. Don't you take us seriously?"

The status of a doctor is quite high among the common people, but he is nothing but trash in front of the powerful and wealthy.

A group of doctors knelt down and kowtowed to beg for mercy.

The noise is so annoying.

"That's enough." Chu Qiuze slapped the armrest of the wheelchair in anger. "I called you here to discuss how to treat the disease, not to listen to your screams and howls."

Lan An raised his eyebrows and looked at Chu Qiu Ze in shock. This was the first time he saw Chu Qiu Ze so angry.

I have to say, it's quite intimidating.

Look, all the old doctors curled up into a ball and dared not howl anymore.

Chu Qiuze pinched his brows. He guessed that the medical technology of this dynasty was probably quite backward.

I feel a little helpless, and I guess these doctors can't help much.

He took out the information he had previously looked up about plagues that had occurred in Chinese history.

"Take it and have a look." Chu Qiuze had used traditional Chinese when printing it earlier. Although it was somewhat different from the Dahan characters, it was easier to recognize than simplified Chinese.

An old doctor came forward, took the information, stepped back and started discussing with a doctor he was familiar with.

Chu Qiuze was also not idle, "There are many types of this plague. Different ways of infection require different treatments. It would be even better if we could find the source of infection."

After a while, a gray-haired doctor came out tremblingly, "My God, I think this plague is somewhat similar to the cholera you recorded."

Chu Qiuze nodded. If it was just cholera, the situation would be optimistic and it could be cured with modern medicine.

The doctor continued, "I have seen some patients with epidemic diseases before, and most of them were elderly, weak, women, or children."

This is normal. The elderly, the weak, women and children have poor resistance, and most infectious diseases start from these people.

"Then what do they have in common?" Chu Qiuze asked again, "Have they eaten the same food? Or drank the same water?"

At this time, another young doctor came out, "My God, I don't know whether the patient has eaten the same food, but I roughly understand that since the drought this year, several wells in the city have dried up, and the people's daily water is taken from the moat surrounding the entire city."

Another old doctor was a little disappointed: "This moat saved countless lives during the drought. Generations ago, people drank the water from this river. There is no way there is anything wrong with the water."

It is precisely because Rujing City has this river that has never dried up that countless disaster victims fled here during droughts in search of a way to survive.

"Stop!" Chu Qiuze was too lazy to listen to their arguments, "Go, find someone to fetch me a bucket of river water."

He wants to take it back and ask his brother to help test it.

After thinking for a while, he said, "Also, find me a patient." And draw some blood for testing.

After all, these doctors don't seem very reliable. At present, we can only roughly determine that it is cholera based on these symptoms, and we cannot be completely sure.

"Friend Lan." Chu Qiuze looked at the turbid river water that had just been pumped up. He said speechlessly, "Inform the people not to drink the river water. It's so dirty. Even if the plague didn't come from here, drinking too much of it is not good for the body."

Lan An, who had remained silent, nodded and asked someone to do it.

"Is there any solution?" Lan An asked.

Chu Qiuze shook his head. "I don't know yet. I'll take the sample back and ask my brother to do the test for me. Only then can I know what the disease is and prescribe the right medicine."

After that, he said to the doctors, "First, you guys research a prescription that can relieve the symptoms, and I'll think of other solutions later."

For these doctors, the prescription to alleviate the plague is not difficult, and it is still possible to relieve the patients' pain. Otherwise, all the medical knowledge passed down for thousands of years would be learned in vain.

Chu Qiuze was worried, and quickly searched on his phone for how disinfection was done in ancient times. "Friend Lan, please find some lime and wormwood for sterilization. Also, try to handle the feces and urine of those patients separately, and don't let anyone come into contact with them."

Lan An was quite obedient. He knew that these were ways of dealing with the situation that Da Han had never thought of.

After arranging all the preparations, Chu Qiu Ze was ready to go home to call for help.

He is not a doctor, so he has no way to cure the disease. He also dares not use prescriptions found on the Internet. He can only ask his brother, a professional, for help.

"Lan'an, I'll leave this to you first." Chu Qiuze was worried and gave all the disinfectants that his brother had prepared for him to Lan'an. "You'd better not eat the food here. Wait for me to eat together."

A warm feeling surged in Lan An's heart. In his thirty years of life, no one had ever treated him like this.

Even his respected brother, the Emperor, only trained him as a capable assistant and never gave him much warmth as a family member.

Chu Qiu Ze's feelings for him were so obvious that it was impossible for him not to feel it, but before this, he had never thought about growing old with someone.

Looking at the young face in front of me, I imagined that if he was born in Dahan, he would probably be a handsome and upright person.

However, the distance between them was too far, so he did not dare to respond or have any expectations.

"Go back." Lan An said, "Be careful. If your brother is worried about you coming again, don't force yourself."

Chu Qiuze was unhappy. "What nonsense are you talking about? Even if I am not doing this for you, there are still so many people waiting for me. Since I said I would find a way to rule them, I will not break my promise."

Lan An was speechless and stared at him quietly, as if she wanted to see through his eyes what kind of environment had shaped him into what he was today.

Chu Qiuze felt a little uncomfortable being stared at by him, "Why are you looking at me?"

"If you don't look at me, how do you know I'm looking at you?" Lan An answered subconsciously.

How familiar this conversation is.

Alas, Chu Qiuze took a long breath, "Okay, I'll go back first. I'll get the results as soon as tomorrow."

He thought about it and decided to give Lan Euan a vaccination first. "If my brother comes with me, don't mind. He has a strange temper."

Lan Euan nodded and let him go.

He totally couldn't understand and couldn't imagine how terrifying it was to have a brother complex.

Chu Qiuze returned home and called his brother directly to inform him of the current situation and the samples that needed to be sent for testing.

The plague is not a trivial matter. He has been considering how to provide assistance to his brother these days. After receiving the call, Chu Tianze did not delay and rushed home from the company.

As long as his younger brother needed him, he would be willing to pick the stars in the sky for him.