A group of people shouted hurriedly.
At this time, Dong Sujia no longer cared about the refugees inside, and hurriedly opened the medicine box to take Dong Yichang's pulse.
"What's the matter? How is grandpa?" Dong Suyan asked.
"Grandfather is just angry, don't worry, big brother."
Then Dong Sujia pinched Dong Yichang's philtrum...
After a while, the man woke up.
But even if he woke up, he was not angry with Dong Sujia.
"Grandfather, don't be angry. Just let your granddaughter go in." Dong Sujia said helplessly.
But in fact, even though she wanted to go in, Zhang Feimo wouldn't let her in.
After hearing this, Dong Yichang was obviously relieved.
Dong Sujia didn't know that after hearing what she said, not only Dong Yichang breathed a sigh of relief, but even Zhang Feimo also breathed a sigh of relief.
He didn't even dare to imagine what the consequences would be if Dong Sujia really went in.
"Don't think like that. All of this is just our guess. The result may not be what we imagined."
Chi Feixuan, who had been silent for a while, finally spoke.
After saying this, no one agreed with him.
Because they all knew that there was a high possibility of a plague.
I just don't know what kind of plague it is.
To solve the plague, we must find the source of the plague.
Once you find the source, you can get twice the result with half the effort when researching the prescription.
But there are so many refugees, and I’m afraid even they themselves can’t explain clearly what they have experienced on the way here from the northwest!
At this time, only Zhou Heiniu nodded in agreement and said:
"I think Master Feixuan is right. Some people have become much fatter after drinking ginger tea. They must have just caught a cold. They will be fine, they will be fine..."
As he spoke, he couldn't help but rub his hands.
Although he was a little confused after listening to their words, he also knew that things were not as simple as he had imagined.
"Why don't you come in? Doctor, where is the doctor? Come in quickly, my mother is dying..."
The voice inside was clearly crying.
It was still the same anxious voice from before, and it was obvious that the person inside was dying.
Hearing such voices, Zhang Feimo, the county magistrate, was also helpless.
However, before he could say anything, he saw a middle-aged man holding an old woman rushing towards them.
"Doctor Dong, Doctor Dong, please take a look at my mother..."
"Ugh..." Before he finished speaking, the old woman in his arms began to vomit.
Seeing this, Zhou Heiniu subconsciously wanted to rush over.
Zhang Feimo grabbed his arm reflexively with great force, "Don't touch her!"
Then he pointed at the vomit and ordered, "Go get some quicklime and cover it all up."
"Including the three temples, they must all be surrounded by quicklime. Remember, the surroundings must also be covered with quicklime, including the inside of the temples. The same applies to every inch of space."
"Also, whether you or the refugees inside, everyone must fumigate their bodies with mugwort every day until they are filled with the scent of mugwort."
After saying this, Zhang Feimo did not let down his guard.
If it was just a doubt just now, it is basically confirmed at this moment.
Then he looked at the yamen runners not far away and signaled them to keep an eye on all the refugees in the temple and not let them in.
"Where is my mother? Don't you care about her? How could you do this? Aren't you going to save her?"
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