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Chapter 137

In the 5000 years since the founding of the country, it is naturally not the first time that we have encountered a plague, and we have some experience in prevention.

All the plague-infected people in Fucheng were quarantined in one place.

Ten miles away to the east of the city, there are circles of tents stretching for tens of miles. Before they get close, they smell a smell of lime and vinegar.

Xing Zhongkai didn't want to go any further when he was far away from here. They put the isolation point ten miles east of the city, and they lived in the west of the city, just to stay away from these people.

Lin Qian didn't force it, there were no guards here, and the group walked in easily, and they could see figures who looked like doctors walking between the tents.

It can be seen that these officials of the Jiqing Mansion are not really doing nothing.

Lin Qian didn't bother to think about these things, so he walked into a tent.

Beds were padded with thatch inside, and there were actually ten people lying in the tent of less than twenty square meters.

Some of these people were dressed in brocade clothes, and some were dressed in coarse linen, but now they were all lying on the thatched grass dying, there was no difference.

"Pull back the tent curtains!"

"You go to arrange people, open all the tent curtains, and cut the curtains on the opposite side of the tent, so that the air can form convection."

Smelling the strange smell inside the tent, Lin Qian immediately told the governor Du Nanming.

It is obvious that the epidemic is rampant, but he does not maintain ventilation. It is really desperate. Even if he has not obtained the wizard's inheritance, he understands this truth.

The scene that happened in Shuiyunjian just now changed Du Nanming's impression of the poet of heaven. Without hesitation, he did it himself, stepped forward and slashed through the tent, opening a door.

"Who are you?"

At this moment, a man dressed as a doctor walked in and looked at Lin Qian and his party warily.

"Medical officer of the Imperial Hospital, ordered by the emperor to get rid of the epidemic!"

Without Lin Qian answering, Xuan Jingsi on the side reported himself.

Lang Zhong didn't doubt it when he heard the words. Although no officials from the Jiqing Mansion came to inform him, he had heard about it, and he dared to risk his life to come to this unprofitable isolation point, so there was no need to lie.

Just looking at the medical officer who was too young, he couldn't help but sneered.

Meat eaters are contemptuous, not without reason.

Doctors have always paid attention to experience, whoever has achieved success in medicine is not an old man, I didn't expect that the imperial court would send a yellow-haired boy over here, it's really a joke!
"Then why are you destroying the tent?"

Lang Zhong had a sullen expression on his face, and he could see the whole picture at a glance. Looking at the officials in Jiqing Mansion, he knew what the so-called imperial envoys were. These days, he tried his best to save the people. However, he punched the young man on the nose twice, high and low.

"Husband's plague is not a disease, it is not wind, not cold, not heat, not damp, but a strange feeling between heaven and earth."

"If the ventilation is not guaranteed, the abnormal gas will spread in the air, causing no sick people to be infected, and it will lead to cross-infection of these sick people..."

Lin Qian tried his best to explain in a way that people of this era could understand.

"absurd!"

"This old man has been practicing medicine for decades, and I have never heard of any abnormal qi!"

Lang Zhong finally couldn't hold back his anger, it was because the young man's words challenged his cognition too much.

"You guys stop now!"

"This is the coldest time in early spring. If the cold air enters the body, these people will really be completely hopeless."

He was too lazy to argue with Lin Qian now, and went directly to stop Du Nanming and the others.

"Take it!"

Lin Qian was also too lazy to argue with him, and directly ordered Xuan Jingsi to capture this person, and then squatted down to check the symptoms of this person before getting up.

Lying at the entrance of the tent was a fat man with a big belly and rich clothes. He must have had a good life before, but at this time he was already thin and out of shape, and his appearance looked much more serious than the others in the camp.

"What are you going to do with Dr. Wu?"

But in fact, his condition is much better than others. A skinny camel is bigger than a horse, and his physical fitness is much better than that of ordinary people who live in affluent life. In short, he is more resistant.

At this moment, he still had the energy to talk to Lin Qian, "Doctor Wu is a good man!"

Lin Qian was a little surprised. To get such an evaluation from this kind of person, there is still something about this doctor.

"Don't worry, just let him not hinder my treatment."

He hadn't planned to do anything to this doctor.

After he finished speaking, he carefully examined the symptoms of this person. The wind-cold master is restrained, and the restraint is anxious, his complexion is tense and bright;

"Open your mouth, stick out your tongue..."

The wind and cold are on the surface, and the tongue has a lot of coating and no coating, that is, there is a white coating, but it is also thin and slippery; gradually entering the inside, it turns from white to yellow, from yellow to dry, and from dry to black.As soon as the plague sees headache and fever, there will be a white coating on the tongue, which is thick but not slippery; or the color is light yellow; or it is as thick as powder.If the meridian enters the stomach, it has two or three colors, and there are those with white coating that is dry and black and not dry...

For some reason, Yong'an's sweet tongue appeared in front of Lin Qian's eyes again. Thinking of the scene at that time, he couldn't help laughing.

That day, he really just wanted to make a diagnosis and treatment, and he didn't mean to tease Yong'an. Hearing and asking about it is really the most important means for a doctor to practice medicine.

Seeing Lin Qian's smile, the fat man suddenly felt a chill in his body, and subconsciously shrank back.

On the other hand, the doctor who was detained aside had a better impression of Lin Qian. Even though this young man was a quack doctor, at least he wasn't too bad to be able to treat the common people with such an attitude.

But Lin Qian soon stopped laughing.

The symptoms were like the plague, but not the plague at all.

This is, voodoo!
It was so much like a plague that ordinary doctors couldn't tell the difference. Even he, a ninth-rank wizard, only discovered it after careful observation for a long time and the inheritance of the book of the witch god in his mind.

"But why can voodoo spread in Dagan?"

In order to cause such a large-scale plague, at least a rain master of the fourth rank of the wizard is the one who makes the move.

And people of this level will make a move in the territory of Dagan, which will cause a warning of Dagan's national destiny, and will not give voodoo a chance to spread at all.

Otherwise, the Wu Clan only need to send a few more rain masters to sneak into Dagan secretly and make troubles everywhere, and the people at the bottom of Dagan will be killed and injured, and the roots of Dagan will be cut off directly.

As a government official, Yan Shiqian should be able to detect the abnormality immediately through the official seal, and then stop the plague from the source.

But he didn't!
This does not mean that there is a problem with Yan Shiqian, but at least, among the officials of the Jiqing Mansion, there must be a spy of the Wu clan, and this person's status will not be too low, otherwise, such a big matter cannot be covered up. So much so that several months have passed, and the court really thought it was a plague.

It is recorded in this kind of voodoo and witch god book that Lin Qian has already found a solution, but now the focus is not on how to get rid of the plague, but how to find out the inner ghost in Jiqing's mansion, otherwise, if he can get rid of this plague, then next time time?What about next time?
Shoot people first, shoot horses, capture thieves first capture kings!
Lin Qian had already made up his mind.

(End of this chapter)