As the first patient to leave the clan house, Niu Cunzheng attracted the attention of the whole village.
Many people had believed the rumors before and thought that he could not escape the disaster. Now they found out that he was able to leave there safely, and they were naturally surprised and curious.
Of course, no one would question his physical condition.
Because many people saw Niu Cun scolding his two sons with a cane.
His legs were so agile that one would think he only used crutches for fun. Looking at his brisk steps, that thin crutch was just a useless decoration...
In the end, Niu Cunzheng dragged the two sons home crying, one by the ear in each hand. The onlookers said that it was great that Cunzheng was in good health.
Of course, it was fun to watch the fun, but more importantly, Niu Muramasa's recovery made all the villagers believe that this epidemic could really be cured.
It also proves that everything the immortals taught is truly effective.
This has brought new vitality to the entire village. Compared to before when they just passively followed the doctors' instructions, they have now become extremely proactive, automatically and spontaneously doing everything well and being extremely serious about everything.
The village finally had some life.
On the other hand, the last few doctors who stayed in Langyun to continue their studies were also preparing to leave Fengwei Mountain and head to the epidemic village.
Although Lu Yong wanted to learn more skills before, he was worried about the illness in the village, so he chose to go down the mountain early and rush to the epidemic village to help.
Some people still stayed to continue studying.
The medical school's training focus for them has also shifted from disinfection and isolation to preventive common sense.
Because several teachers have carefully learned that the village most seriously affected by the flood is the one affected by the flood, but it does not mean that other villages are not affected by the flood. It just means that in comparison, the situation is not as serious.
After a disaster, the next step is sterilization and epidemic prevention.
People nowadays don’t have this concept, so we must teach them to start with small things, at least to prevent the epidemic from happening again.
To this end, the system issued a task, and the medical school also specially found people majoring in graphic design and fine arts to help design posters and brochures. Considering that most ordinary people are illiterate, there are no words at all, and the important steps are expressed in the form of pictures to achieve the purpose of publicity and early prevention and treatment.
Now, when the doctors leave, the medical school hands them posters and pamphlets to take away, and also gives them a new batch of disinfectants.
I have to say that with task incentives, the efficiency of the chemical industry is amazing.
Compared to the points you will get after completing the task, all the current investments are worth it.
This moved the few people deeply. They bowed deeply, tears welling up in their eyes, and left holding the booklet as if it were a treasure.
As the youngest son of County Magistrate Yue, Yue Yun stood in front of the window of the ward, tiptoed onto the windowsill, and watched them go away through the glass window.
But he himself did not leave.
Although the young boy was young, he was very precocious. Since he knew that the Langyun immortal method was mysterious and the immortal was kind, he naturally wanted to get closer to him, not only for himself, but also for the Zhou Kingdom.
Even if you want to leave, you should wait until the epidemic is completely over.
So he stayed in the school and served as a research subject for the medical students. At the same time, he expressed his admiration and gratitude for the immortals and wanted to communicate more with them.
Who can resist a cute and sweet-talking child?
What's more, this is a mission launcher...
So he stayed in Langyunli to recuperate and also started studying.
It’s just that Xiao Yueyun doesn’t like poetry or music, and he doesn’t have much interest in plush toys.
Instead, he was keen on fiddling with the Rubik's Cube that Teacher Feng Ya gave him when she coaxed him to get an injection.
Yue Yun couldn't tell what material this thing was made of, but both in appearance and feel, it was not as exquisite as the utensils he usually had at home. There were no carvings or inlays on it, and it was neither gold nor jade, and was very plain and unpretentious.
But he just couldn't stop.
The child is dedicated to putting these small blocks of color together every moment. Even though no one forces him to do so and there is no reward for successfully putting them together, he is extremely persistent.
No matter whether this is a game or not, he can't lose!
The desire to win is probably ingrained in everyone, regardless of time, place, or culture.
The students in the school who were always looking for tasks noticed this, and soon someone came to teach him how to solve the Rubik's Cube.
It also opens the door to a new world called "mathematics" for children.
A period of time passed like this. Yue Yun was happy and enjoyed learning. The students' tasks also increased, and they were all very satisfied with each other.
When Teacher Feng Ya pushed the door and entered the ward that day, she saw Yue Xiaolangjun sitting cross-legged on the bed with a small table in front of him. He was writing and drawing on the notebook with a pencil in a somewhat awkward manner.
And the person sitting next to him was obviously not from the medical school.
Teacher Feng then asked softly, "Student, where are you from?"
The young man immediately stood up and gave a shy smile: "Hello, teacher, I'm from the Department of Mathematics."
After hearing this, Feng Ya's first reaction was to go see Yue Yun.
But Young Master Yue didn't look surprised at all.
He was rescued by the fairyland, and the fairyland also promised to save the entire village of Dechang County. As the son of the county magistrate, Yue Yun had already put on a filter at this time, and his little head automatically found various reasons for the fairies.
He directly understood the "majors" and "departments" mentioned by the immortals as the different affiliations and titles of the immortals in the immortal world.
I guess the person who came today is a math genius.
When Teacher Feng saw that Yue Yun didn't show any strange expression, he turned his head back to the boy and asked softly, "Are you here to visit him?"
The male student raised the book in his hand and said, "I'm here to see him and teach him something."
Teacher Feng leaned over and saw the cover of the book.
One Lesson One Exercise (First Grade, Volume 1)
...Well, the library at Langyun University really has everything.
Fu Yun could communicate in traditional Chinese characters in the Faculty of Arts, but Yue was using a simplified Chinese workbook, and his basic knowledge was weak, so students from the Department of Mathematics came to teach him addition, subtraction, multiplication and division face to face.
As a top student in this major, he not only did not feel that it was elementary, but instead felt very happy.
Everything is for life.
The Faculty of Arts is churning out missions, and the Mathematics Department is also looking to get some action...
Teacher Feng naturally did not stop him. He just walked up with a smile and picked up Yue Yun's medical record to take a look.
Young Master Yue raised his head and looked straight at Feng Ya, his voice soft and tender as only a young man could say, "My lord, may I know what's happening in Dechang County right now?"
Feng Ya knew that he was actually asking about the village affected by the epidemic, so she took out her mobile phone and opened the system APP to check.
【Rescue 161/200】.
This development was anticipated by the medical school.
From the previous diagnosis and examination report on Yue Yun, they could basically see the situation of the epidemic in Dechang County.
Compared with common typhoid fever, this one is not particularly serious, but the symptoms are somewhat contagious. If not properly treated, it can easily become more serious and spread to other places.
Although only the most basic disinfection is used now, for villages with a small population, as long as they behave themselves, avoid gathering in large groups, and isolate themselves properly, some mild symptoms can heal on their own, and more serious ones can be stabilized with auxiliary drugs.
Judging from the progress of the system, the inspection results are correct, and Lu Yong and his colleagues have put their knowledge into practice with good results.
The results of the ancient and modern medicine seminar are gratifying.
Feng Ya smiled and said to Yue Yun, "We have already cured a hundred people. If we hold on a little longer, they should all be healed soon."
After hearing this, Yue Yun blinked his big eyes a few times, and then smiled widely.
This was the first time the young boy smiled so brightly since coming to Langyun.
Teacher Feng usually had the most contact with him. Although Yue Yun didn't mention it, Feng Ya could vaguely understand some of his thoughts.
This child is so young but he is already worried about the country and the people.
I felt a little heartwarming, and thought that this child was only in the second or third grade of elementary school before they traveled through time, but now he has to think so much.
I feel like being a child in ancient times wasn’t easy either.
As for Yue Yun, he had no doubt that the people of Langyun could know the progress of the epidemic treatment without leaving their homes.
He is an immortal, he must know everything!
Anyway, no matter whether it is medicine or science, in Yue Yun's eyes, it is all metaphysics!
In fact, just as Feng Ya expected, the epidemic in the village was improving rapidly.
The patients who were originally treated in the clan house are recovering one by one. After Niu Muramasa, several more people have left the clan house and returned to their respective homes.
When the last batch of doctors who "graduated" from the short-term training in Langyun arrived at the epidemic village, they found that although it was still isolated from the outside world, with people only able to enter but not leave, and news could not be passed out, the previous atmosphere of despair and terror was gone, and instead it was full of hope.
You can even see people building houses while wearing masks.
However, not all of them entered the village, because according to the order of County Magistrate Yue and the advice of the immortal, once they entered, they could not leave easily.
So these doctors split into two groups, one group went to the village, and the other group went to other villages that were also affected by the flood, teaching them how to disinfect and spreading some basic knowledge about epidemic prevention.
We must not allow the epidemic to happen again.
Niucun Masaru had heard long ago that they were studying in the fairyland, so he quickly arrived with a cane and asked enthusiastically, "Have you gentlemen brought any instructions from the immortals?"
One of the doctors said politely, "The immortal did instruct us to do something. It's all in the painting. Muramasa will know it at a glance."
Upon hearing this, Niu Cunzheng hurriedly called out to the villagers, "Hurry up and help put it up."
Soon, someone brought paste and the doctors quickly pasted the posters directly on the earthen wall at the entrance of the village.
The villagers originally thought that this was just like the ones posted in government offices, with black text on a white background and at most a very abstract human face.
But as soon as this painting was posted, it shocked many people.
In fact, propaganda posters are also one of the tasks issued by the system, and Langyun’s students put a lot of thought into the design.
Just considering that people of this era may have a general ability to accept things, we didn't do anything fancy, but instead chose a layout, colors, and background that they found very plain and unpretentious.
The effect is not as good as the usual in-class homework.
But even so, it still brought a huge impact.
The villagers raised their heads and stared blankly at the paintings on the wall, unable to come back to their senses for a long time.
It was Niu Muramasa who first asked in a trembling voice, "Who painted this picture?"
The young doctor, who was changing his gloves, didn't even look up and replied directly, "It was done by an immortal."
As soon as these words were spoken, there was a sound of people sucking in their breaths of cold air.
Then, there was a lot of discussion.
"Oh my god, the immortal's painting skills are so outstanding!"
"This ink is so bright, and there are so many colors on it. And this paper looks so smooth. Can I touch it?"
"Don't touch it! If you break it, be careful or you'll be struck by lightning."
"I used to work as a farmhand for a wealthy man on a farm. I saw the precious paintings he hung in the main hall. This one is even more beautiful than that one."
When Niu Muramasa heard this, his brows twitched wildly.
All of Mr. Zhuangzi's paintings were carefully hung in the house and well protected. But they got a painting of an immortal and just blatantly pasted it on the mud wall at the entrance of the village, leaving it to be exposed to the wind and sun?
Isn’t this a sin!
Will there be a lightning strike on my head in the next moment?
Niu Cunzheng immediately expressed his concerns, but the doctors were very determined and insisted on sticking it here.
It’s not that they don’t cherish the immortal’s belongings, but because before leaving, the immortal had reminded them that the purpose of posters is to promote, and they should be posted where everyone can see them.
What's the point of hanging it in the house? If no one sees it, then it's meaningless.
Niu Muramasa was a little worried: "What if the wind breaks it or the rain gets it wet? What shall I do?"
Then he saw the man in front of him take out a rolled-up painting from his pocket and unfold it. It was exactly the same as the one on the wall.
Not only that, Niu Murasaki looked in his pocket and found at least thirty more identical scrolls...
The doctors did not explain much, but simply picked up the bowls of paste and prepared to paste all the paintings on the walls of the village, trying to make them visible everywhere.
Niu Da, who was also watching from the side, also poked his head in and asked curiously, "Dad, I heard people say that paintings are rare only when they are all unique. Why do these immortal paintings all look the same?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Niu Muramasa hit him on the butt with his crutch: "What do you know? The paintings of immortals are of course different from ordinary ones. How can it be called immortal paintings if you, a brat, can understand it!"
Niu Da covered his butt with his hands, looking aggrieved.
It was obvious that his father also looked confused just now.
Of course, he didn't dare say this. After his father recovered from his illness, he used his cane better and better, and he always hit the same place...
Anyway, as long as we don’t fight, whatever you say is what counts!
However, the purpose of these paintings is not just to be viewed. Under Lu Yong's organization, every household must send a representative to the village entrance to conduct popular science education on prevention and control knowledge.
In addition to previous things like hand washing and disinfection, there are other necessary measures, such as not gathering, keeping distance, paying attention to personal hygiene, etc., all of which are reflected in the posters.
Not only that, each family also received a booklet from Wonderland.
When you open it, you will see pictures inside, all from the Academy of Fine Arts. They are all easy to understand and you can learn them at a glance.
In order to make it easier to carry, Langyun made it smaller.
However, none of the villagers who received the booklet wanted to carry it with them all the time, because in their eyes, this booklet was not an ordinary book, it was something from the fairyland!
The paper is smooth, the pictures are clear, and they are all in color.
Not to mention villagers like them, even those scholars had never seen such a good book.
Who would be willing to carry it in his arms and walk around?
Most of the villagers who received the booklet took it home with both hands, washed their hands ten times and wiped them until there was no water droplets left before they dared to pick it up and look through it. They also called on the whole family to study together and tried hard to engrave all the knowledge points in the booklet in their heads.
After they have memorized everything, they will carefully close the booklet, and put it in a box, or place it on the table. Some people who are devout in heart will directly place an incense burner and candles, and burn three sticks of incense every day, without slacking for a single day.
Lü Yong felt somewhat helpless about the villagers' reaction, but he didn't stop them. He simply said to Niu Muramasa privately, "Anyway, the Immortal's intention was for them to memorize all the knowledge above. Although the process... is different from what we expected, at least the result is the same."
Ushimura Masaharu expressed his understanding: "In that case, let them be."
Upon hearing this, Lu Yong couldn't help but feel respect for the old village chief whose face was full of wrinkles.
The reason why he and other doctors were able to face all this calmly was because they had seen more shocking things in Langyun.
Be it the large glazed windows, the ceiling lights that light up without lighting a fire, or the Rubik's Cube in Yue Xiaolangjun's hand, in short, everything looks extraordinarily different.
In comparison, these pictures and books, although strange, are just ordinary things in the fairyland.
They are used to being shocked and can handle it calmly.
But Niu Cunzheng was different. He had never been to Langyun and had never seen an immortal, but he was able to accept these things calmly from the beginning. Not only was he the first to choose to go to the clan house, he was also the first to take the pills, and from beginning to end he strongly supported them in sprinkling the immortal water in the village for disinfection.
Because of Ushimura Masaru, things were able to proceed smoothly without any hindrance.
Now, he was so calm when looking at the picture album, not at all as surprised as other people.
This calmness in the face of adversity is truly amazing.
Niu Muramasa had already stood up and said, "It's time for me to go back. I still have things to do."
Lu Yong was stunned when he heard this and asked hurriedly, "But what's going on in the village?"
Niu Muramasa: "It has nothing to do with the village. I will bring my family to burn incense to the immortal book when the time comes."
Lü Yong: ...
oh.
After a while, there were fewer and fewer people in the clan house, and the villagers, young and old, began to repair the houses damaged in the flood, and the shadow of the flood began to gradually dissipate.
The villagers are eager to thank those who have stayed in the village to take care of them and treat them.
Be it the doctor, the guards, or even the guards who had almost clashed with them because of the quarantine, the villagers felt a little apologetic and were very grateful.
However, most of them were from rural households, had nothing, and had just suffered a disaster, so they really couldn't come up with anything good. In the end, they took out all the treasures they had.
There were silver coins, copper coins, bacon and eggs, and some people even drove out the pigs they raised at home to add some dishes to the menu for the adults.
But Lü Yong accepted none of them. He said in a gentle voice, "We really don't dare to take credit for this. As doctors, we should prioritize healing and saving lives. We are only doing our duty. Without the guidance of the immortal and the gifts of various immortal items, I'm afraid we would be helpless. Not to mention saving lives, I'm afraid we wouldn't even be able to save ourselves. If you want to thank someone, you should thank Langyun, the immortal, and County Magistrate Yue who went to invite the immortal."
This statement was unanimously agreed by the other doctors.
In fact, they are all young talents, and each of them is well-known in Dechang County. Even if they are not too arrogant, at least they are extremely confident in their medical skills.
But after this epidemic, they realized that there are always people better than you.
Even if you float across the sky, there are still gods above.
Their meaning is similar to Lu Yong's, that is, the villagers should remember the kindness, not them, but the benevolence of the fairyland.
Although most of the villagers are illiterate and not as knowledgeable as those nobles, they are more pious precisely because of this.
What’s more, he saved the lives of the entire village.
So they thought about how to repay the fairy's kindness.
But this is a difficult task.
Because Lü Yong said: "The immortals have told us that they don't need incense or offerings. They don't need these things."
These words from the teachers and students of Langyun were spoken sincerely.
Their goal has always been to cure illnesses and save lives while earning some points. Even if you burn incense to them, they won't receive any. They are not real immortals and don't eat candles...
Instead of this, it’s better to think about whether there is anything else you need their help with.
They're not afraid of trouble! Come trouble them!
The villagers were more and more grateful to the immortal for his selfless attitude and were more and more moved.
So Niu Cunzheng gathered with several elders, maintained social distance, and discussed it through the air. They decided to take advantage of the village reconstruction to build a temple to enshrine the statue.
The elders were a little worried: "But Doctor Lu said that immortals don't need these. Will we be making things worse?"
Niu Cunzheng tapped the ground with his crutch and said calmly, "Then we won't make a statue. It will be the same if we use a magical artifact as an offering."
Upon hearing this, the elders became curious: "What do you want to change?"
Niu Cunzheng thought about it all night, and early the next morning he went to the village entrance to tear down the propaganda posters and prepared to put them up. He also quietly took away a pair of unused gloves and masks, and placed them respectfully. Everyone burned incense three times a day together.
In addition to these metaphysical things, there are more and more legends about Langyun in the village.
Even though these villagers can't even write their own names, they are very good at making up stories.
It was made up to appease children in the past, but now it is made up to blow the clouds.
Many of them are related to reality. After all, they were really saved by immortals, and the things that happened to them could not be fake, which makes those little stories seem particularly real.
There are also scholars in the village. Among them is an old student. Although he has been studying for most of his life and is still a student, his writing skills are still good.
He collected various stories from the streets and alleys of the village and modified them slightly to make the stories seem more reasonable and the plots more ups and downs.
Every night, the old boy would go to the big locust tree in the village to tell stories.
At first, only the children came to listen, but later, the villagers would also bring benches to watch.
But since the outbreak of the epidemic, the village has been sealed off. People can only go in and no one can leave. Therefore, there is no communication between the inside and the outside, and people outside do not know the situation inside.
But the sound could not be stopped.
The old scholar was telling stories at the entrance of the village, and the guards outside could hear some of it.
The doctors who went to help the surrounding villages would also describe the things in the fairyland, which made people yearn for it.
As a result, the story spread.
At this time, the story of how Young Master Yue was healed by the fairyland had begun to spread throughout Dechang County, causing many people to become particularly curious about Langyun in Fengwei Mountain.
Once these stories came out, they spread quickly.
Soon, the legend of Langyun, which had previously only been spread in a small range, swept the entire Dechang County, and even the gentlemen in the storytelling hall began to follow the trend and tell stories about Langyun.
But not everyone believes in magic.
That day in the storytelling hall, the story was still about the immortals' magical powers - when a village was in trouble, an immortal came to rescue them on a colorful cloud.
"The immortal descended from the auspicious cloud and took out his magical instrument!" When the storyteller reached the key point, he slammed the wooden stick and said, "To know what happened next, please listen to the next chapter!"
This one sentence caused a lot of complaints from the audience, but they still gave money and waited to listen again tomorrow.
After they left the library and went to the teahouse next door, they still felt unsatisfied. They were still discussing the wonderful story and were longing for the fairyland.
At this moment, a voice rang out: "You believe in something so unrealistic as this?"
Everyone turned around and saw a thin man sitting at the table in the corner.
Someone recognized him and said, "Isn't this the same person who was at Wei Langzhong before?"
As soon as the words fell, people's eyes changed.
Wei Xin didn't expect that someone recognized him, so he subconsciously looked away and only gritted his teeth in secret.
A few months ago, he was also a well-known doctor.
He is said to be a famous doctor, but in fact there is a lot of water in his words.
Although he was an ancient man, he was very good at publicity. He hired people to direct and perform several performances, which made him famous as a miracle doctor. He soon gained a foothold in Dechang County.
It was just a minor illness before, nothing serious.
This time Yue Yun fell ill with typhoid fever. The county magistrate invited him to treat him, but he treated it as an ordinary cold, which delayed his illness. He had to invite Doctor Lu to make a clear diagnosis before sending him to Fengwei Mountain.
Otherwise, Yue Yun’s illness might continue, and it’s unknown whether it will be transmitted to others.
County Magistrate Yue became furious and kicked the quack doctor.
If it wasn't for the news that Yue Yun's condition had stabilized in the fairyland and he was still alive, I'm afraid that County Magistrate Yue would really let Wei Xin sleep forever in prison.
However, the laws of the Zhou Dynasty were strict, and mediocre doctors would at most be imprisoned, but would not be sentenced to death if they did not cause any death.
Doctor Lu also said that typhoid fever was rare and difficult to diagnose, so he pleaded for him.
The County Magistrate Yue then showed him leniency and released him after detaining him for a while, but he made it clear that he was not allowed to practice medicine and harm people again.
This was already a favor beyond the law, and anyone would be grateful, but Wei Xin was full of complaints.
The kick was quite severe, and it took him a long time to recover before he could go out. As a result, when he went out, he heard about the fairyland. Every legend vaguely mentioned the grandfather and grandson of the Lu family, saying that they had the guidance of immortals and had unlimited future.
As for Wei Xin, some people did not mention him at all, while others heard people in the county magistrate's mansion mention the misdiagnosis, so they treated him as a villain to strengthen the plot.
This caused Wei Xin's heart, which had originally healed, to ache again.
He didn't dare to hold a grudge against County Magistrate Yue, so he could only hold a grudge against Doctor Lu. The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. He didn't care about right or wrong at all. He just felt that his current misfortune was all caused by this man. Who would believe in the talk of gods or immortals?
He had previously diagnosed Yue Yun as not having typhoid fever, so how did he develop typhoid fever again?
I'm afraid that the guy surnamed Lu is in cahoots with others!
Perhaps because he had been thinking about it too much, he felt more and more that he was right. At this moment, provoked by the mocking gazes of the crowd, he could not help but say: "A scholar does not speak of strange things. I see that you are also scholars. How come you believe in these gods and ghosts?"
They had all heard the story and knew about Wei Xin's affairs, and they could also hear the sourness in his words.
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone laughed.
For a moment, the teahouse was filled with a happy atmosphere.
Someone asked directly: "Why don't you believe it? I cured the young man."
Wei Xin was furious: "Young Master, you don't have typhoid fever!"
"What about the village? I heard those doctors learned magic and went to the village to save people."
Wei Xin gritted his teeth and said, "Who knows if it's really a magic technique? Maybe it's just like the typhoid fever, a trick to fool people, a lie, fake news."
Someone else came over and said sarcastically, "Why doesn't Doctor Wei, who's dedicated to saving lives, go to the plague village and help? Instead, he's here arguing with us?"
Wei Xin glared at him but didn't respond.
After all, he didn't dare to go, because there was an epidemic!
Finally, he could only say, "Just wait and see. This typhoid fever must be fake. Even if it's real, it's an incurable disease. The young master hasn't come back yet..."
Before he finished speaking, someone sitting by the window suddenly clapped his hands and said, "Is that the carriage from the County Magistrate's Mansion?"
Everyone looked outside and saw a carriage passing quickly on the street.
As luck would have it, a gust of wind came and blew up the curtains, allowing one to clearly see Yue Yun sitting upright in the carriage. The young boy lowered his head slightly, fiddling with something in his hand.
It looks like a square and is colorful.
It's just that because the time was too short, no one could see it clearly.
Everyone was very moved by the fact that Yue Yun had finally returned to good health. After all, County Magistrate Yue was an upright person with an excellent reputation among the people. Yue Yun was also a famous prodigy in the county at a young age, and he was usually very kind to others. Naturally, everyone hoped that everything would be fine for him.
However, after expressing their feelings, their attention turned to Wei Xin.
At this time, Wei Xin's cheekbones were already red, and it was unclear whether he was anxious or angry.
He wanted to leave, but when he looked up, he was met with a fierce gaze, and he didn't even have the strength to stand up.
Fortunately, although he was weak, he still had a very stubborn mouth: "This... this is nothing. I said that the young master did not have typhoid fever. Look, it is just as I expected. Otherwise, how could it be cured so easily?"
The others looked at each other, and no one spoke.
In the end, the person who had laughed at him at the beginning asked, "You still don't believe in Langyun's story?"
Wei Xin snorted coldly, "Of course. I've never heard of anyone being able to cure the plague. I'm afraid the Lu family has colluded with some charlatan from nowhere to deceive people. The people in that village have no news at all. I'm afraid they're in great danger."
This time, as soon as he finished speaking, someone clapped their hands and said, "Look, this guy is afraid of being talked about. Doctor Lu is here!"
The people who were just making fun of Wei Xin immediately rushed to the window again, competing to look out, as if they were joining in the fun.
Someone else opened his mouth to greet him, "Little Doctor Lu, didn't you go to the village to treat the patient? Why are you back?"
Upon hearing this, Lu Yong did not rein in his horse, but instead turned sideways on his horse's back, bowed to them, and said, "I have come to pay my respects to the county governor."
"Can you tell me what it is?"
Lu Yong felt that this was also a happy event, so he did not hide it and replied with a smile: "The village has been cleared of the epidemic. I am going to see the county governor this time to ask for the village to be unsealed..."
The horse kept running and had already carried him away before he could finish his words.
But everyone understood what he meant.
In an instant, a strange silence fell in the teahouse.
But it soon became lively again, even more lively than before!
Some people marveled, "The epidemic is actually over," while others cheered, "God bless the Great Zhou, God bless the Great Zhou!"
After finally calming down, someone finally remembered: "Hey, where is that Doctor Wei who just spoke so arrogantly?"
Everyone turned around and saw that Wei Xin, who had been talking nonstop, had fallen on the ground with his back, his face flushed.
You don’t have to guess this time, he must be both angry and anxious.
So a kind-hearted person came over and patted his face a few times to wake him up so that he wouldn't faint here with no one to take care of him.
But more people no longer care about him.
They went straight to inquire about the news, eager to know some inside information.
In less than half an hour, news came out -
The epidemic has been eradicated and the whole village is unsealed!
In an instant, people exclaiming in surprise could be seen everywhere in Dechang County. After all, it was just a legend before, and now they really heard that the plague was gone, which was a real shock.
What followed was that stories related to Lang Yun became increasingly popular.
For a time, Lang Yun's name was known throughout Dechang County and everyone knew him!
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