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Chapter 135 Taking office, Jiqing Mansion
Galloping in January, the group finally entered Jiqing Mansion.

The moment he stepped into the Jiqing Mansion, Lin Qian felt a strange feeling, a slippery and sticky feeling that burrowed into his collar like tentacles.

The cold in Chang'an is bursting, and skin cracks are common, but Jiqing Mansion, which is located in the southwest, gives people a damp feeling, which makes people get goosebumps all over their bodies.

Especially after entering the Jiqing mansion, this feeling became more and more intense.

It was so strong that it made Lin Qian feel sick to his stomach.

This is never normal!
Along the way, although there were not many pedestrians on the road because of the winter, we could occasionally see pedestrians, but after entering Jiqing Mansion, the group walked for half a day, but they didn't meet a single person.

There are still frost marks on the grass and trees by the roadside, and the small puddles on the roadside are full of icicles. God knows why the weather in Jiqing Mansion, which is located in the southwest, is so cold.

Occasionally passing by a village, the doors are closed, lifeless, and a strange smell is permeating the village.

Even the accompanying Xuanjing Division held their breath subconsciously. Even warriors are not sure that they can resist the plague. Looking at the carriage ahead protected by a group of light masks, they began to feel a little regretful. Along the way, I established a good relationship with Mr. Lin.

This is also one of the reasons why martial arts are not popular in the big battle. Confucianism is not much weaker than martial arts, but its magical effects are beyond the reach of martial arts. These days, who can read, who wants to practice martial arts?
Just then, Lin Qian got out of the carriage.

The strange smell in the air is vinegar and lime, which are the most effective disinfection methods for ordinary people in the face of epidemic diseases.

Outside the village is a charred black pit surrounded by the smell of burning protein.

At the beginning, the villagers would still bury their relatives who died of the epidemic, but as the epidemic became more and more fierce, the coffins had already been exhausted, more and more people died, and more and more people were infected, and the villagers had no energy left go to burial.

Simply dig a big hole outside of existence, and burn the disease away with a fire.

Lin Qian stepped into the village, and he could feel the peeping eyes behind the closed doors and windows, which made Lin Qian heave a sigh of relief, at least, there are still many people alive!

The streets are empty, and there are still snow and ice in the corners of the roofs, piled up here and there.

The doors of every house were closed tightly, and occasionally a low moan came from it.

The village is not big, but it took only a quarter of an hour to walk out.

Suddenly, Lin Qian saw a courtyard with the door open.

Tuk Tuk Tuk!
"anyone there?"

Lin Qian stepped forward and knocked on the door.

No one responded.

After hesitating for a moment, Lin Qian stepped in.

The west side of the yard is enclosed by a fence. It should be a few hens, because at this time they are strolling around the small yard with a group of chicks, clucking and looking for food happily.

The plague made the entire village lose its vitality, but they were squeezed out on weekdays, and their lives were quite nourishing.

Lin Qian's heart sank, and he already had some ominous premonitions.

Tuk Tuk Tuk!
Lin Qian knocked on the door of a side room.

Still no response.

Squeak.

Pushing open the door, the scene in front of Lin Qian instantly gave goose bumps all over his body and his scalp went numb.

He had just entered the territory of Jiqing Mansion, and the plague hit him hard.

The room is not big, only less than ten square meters, and a bed takes up nearly half of it.

There was a woman in her 30s lying on the bed. Her body was frozen stiff at this time. Because of the cold weather, she did not rot, but there were still tiny bugs crawling in and out of her eyes, ears, mouth and nose.

In her arms was a seven or eight-year-old girl with a peaceful face, as if she had just fallen asleep.

The little girl was lying on her side in the woman's arms, with her back tightly clinging to her, perhaps feeling cold in her sleep, so she tried to squeeze into her mother's arms.

With Lin Qian's medical skills at this time, he could naturally tell that the woman had been dead for a long time, but the little girl didn't know whether she was frozen to death or starved to death...

Exiting the room and checking several other rooms, Lin Qian did not see anyone else.

Perhaps the host is in the charred pit outside the village.

After seeing the scene inside the house, the accompanying Xuan Jingsi retreated far away. Lin Qian had no choice but to do it himself. He moved the mother and daughter to the big pit outside the village and lit it with Confucianism. The hostess is reunited.

If the corpses infected with the plague are not dealt with in time, they will become breeding grounds for flies and ants, and then the virus will spread through them, causing serious consequences.

After doing these things, Lin Qian got into the carriage again, feeling like a stone was pressed against his heart.

He has seen this kind of scene in movies and TV dramas in his previous life, but when he really saw a real person lying in front of you like this, he couldn't let go of the shocking feeling for a long time.

After restarting the journey, the carriage brought out an afterimage on the official road, and galloped towards Jiqing Fucheng like lightning.

This time, Lin Qian didn't cherish the horsepower anymore, and used Confucianism to drive the horse forward crazily. It was foreseeable that the horse would surely die when it reached Jiqing Prefecture.

If he was in Blue Star, his behavior would have been strongly condemned by animal defenders, but Lin Qian didn't care anymore. In his eyes, human life was more important than horse life, let alone the lives of so many people.

An hour later, the carriage carried the cold wind and broke into the Shili Pavilion.

Seeing the people waiting at Shiliting, the carriage stopped.

The moment it stopped, the horse wailed, and fell to the ground foaming at the mouth. After convulsing for a while, it was silent again.

With a sigh, he got out of the carriage, and Lin Qian walked towards the crowd waiting outside the Shili Pavilion.

"Master Lin?"

Before Lin Qian could approach, the Governor Yan Shiqian led a group of people to meet him. Although it was a question, his tone was very firm.

Although the team of Xuan Jingsi behind Lin Qian and the two of them was wearing plain clothes, they could still be seen to be extraordinary with such an attitude. What's more, in today's Jiqing Mansion, who else would travel like this?

"Master Lin, you are finally here. The safety of Jiqing Mansion depends entirely on you!"

After Lin Qian showed the imperial edict, Yan Shiqian held Lin Qian's hand with tears in his eyes, and said in a sorrowful voice.

Lin Qian nodded secretly. Of course he could see that these people had been waiting here for a long time. The head of the government was here to welcome a little eighth-rank medical officer.

Of course, the eighth-rank medical officer does not deserve their respect, but I came here to cure the plague, presumably this is the reason why they came here to welcome me!

For the sake of Jiqing Mansion, they were determined.

"Keep your lords waiting for a long time, let's go into the city!"

Lin Qian couldn't wait to observe the patients of this plague and find out a cure as soon as possible. Time is life!
"That's right, that's right, let's hurry into the city!"

A short man in a blue official robe in the crowd couldn't wait to say, "Mr. Lin is exhausted, we have prepared a welcome banquet for Mr. Lin in the water and clouds, and clean up the dust for him!"

Lin Qian's mind sank, things seemed to be a little different from what he imagined!

But his face remained calm, and after glancing at the officials of the Jiqing Mansion who were present, he showed an eager smile, "It's so good, go quickly, it's freezing here, it's not a place to talk."

(End of this chapter)