The world's best doctor: the prince is at your fingertips

Chapter 143
Song Yiqing was slightly taken aback, and couldn't help laughing when she realized that the people from the court had arrived.

Certainly some of these conservative ancient people would not agree to her cremation, so there is only coercive means!The imperial court sent officers and soldiers over, so it should be possible to forcibly burn the infected corpses.

And the common people naturally knew it, and they all knelt on the ground in panic and looked at Song Yiqing, "Master Waiter, Sir Waiter, save us, save us."

Song Yiqing sighed, "Let your family members go to the Paradise of Paradise as soon as possible." She winked at Huang Jingzhi and the others, "The Bodhisattva pointed out to me that this plague is a human-to-human respiratory infection, so believers, please wear 'A mask given by the Bodhisattva'." When people are extremely afraid and have no support, it is easier to believe in a certain spiritual belief.

Now that Song Yiqing was bearing the title of "Bodhisattva's disciple", many people accepted it, and put on the mask half-heartedly.

Song Yiqing raised her lips, and nodded to Huang Jingzhi who stayed behind, and asked him to deal with the matter of promoting her as a "Bodhisattva's disciple", and she immediately left Baoguang Temple.

Chu Jiexun was still wearing the court uniform of the imperial envoy, with a stern face and cold eyes, his expression changed when he saw her coming down.Before she could speak, he stretched out his hand to hold her little hand. "fine?"

Song Yiqing froze, "It's okay, I've almost settled it. After all, I'm a Bodhisattva's disciple."

Chu Jiexun stared at her, and understood Song Yiqing's meaning. This girl is taking advantage of the people's belief in Buddhism...

Except for his elder sister Chu Jianing, he had never met a woman who was so smart and sensitive, and she didn't bother to compete with other women in the backyard for jealousy.Perhaps that was what fascinated him.

"Master, master..." Zhuifeng was about to cry, he really didn't want to disturb his master and Miss Song, and he had never seen such a gentle look in his master's eyes.But... But, you can't flirt now, there is a team of officers and soldiers gathered at the gate of the city.

And there were people who wanted to come in last night and were stopped...

Song Yiqing came back to her senses, coughed dryly, and immediately turned her head, "Just do what you have to do."

In the next three days, the situation in Yicheng City changed. The believers who believed that Song Yiqing was a disciple of the Bodhisattva handed over the infected corpses, and those who did not cooperate were forcibly snatched away.

In the end, everyone stood in front of the mass grave in Yicheng, and a fire burned all the plague corpses and furniture that had been touched.This is definitely the first such large-scale cremation in Daxing Kingdom.

Song Yiqing breathed a sigh of relief, and isolated all the people who might be infected, and asked everyone to wear masks to avoid infection.

The officers and soldiers from the imperial court were ordered to hunt and kill rats in large numbers, kill them when they saw them, and then burn them all together.

Governor Meng froze in panic, always felt that Song Yiqing was not a reliable guy, all she did was dying, and Governor Meng thought it would be nice to have a prince buried with her when she died this time.It turned out that when things like plague corpses and furniture were burned, the death toll really began to slowly decrease.

Governor Meng came to his senses and felt that he might have found a way to save his life. He absolutely agreed to Song Yiqing's strange request!I also have to praise Mo Chengyuan, a girl he casually introduced is really extremely powerful, even those imperial physicians in Shengjing are not as powerful as such a little girl.He had to believe that this girl was the Bodhisattva's disciple.

At this time, the national scholar Wushuang was talking about her.

Song Yiqing's mood was not so good. The isolated patients developed fever one after another, then vomited, pustules appeared on their body, and their fingers and toes turned black.These were all infected with the Black Death.

The best way to treat the Black Death is to use streptomycin, but sorry, this is not the 21st century, there are no antibiotics for you!Sick people died while praying for the blessing of the Bodhisattva, and the end of death was to be cremated immediately.

Chu Jiexun didn't care at all, and Song Yiqing, who came from modern times, felt a little heartbroken looking at it.Even if you know how to save it, you can't save it without medicine.

The rats in the city have been almost wiped out, and the death toll has indeed decreased.

Huang Jingzhi wiped his forehead, looked at Song Yiqing, and said, "Yiqing, what about those patients?"

Song Yiqing kept her mouth shut and looked at him silently.Sometimes I have to admit that western medicine is really powerful.

Huang Jingzhi's heart sank, "Yi Qing, you have to know that if there is no specific prescription, the death toll from this plague will definitely increase."

Chinese medicine... What can Chinese medicine do?
Song Yiqing didn't speak, but saw Huang Jingzhi take out an angelica from her sleeve, she was taken aback, Huang Jingzhi looked up at her, "My father gave it to me before I left, I probably thought I was a Treat some important patient." Doctor Huang certainly didn't expect it to be a plague...

Angelica, Sizi Angelica.

Song Yiqing trembled all over. If there is really no solution, the epidemic will probably continue... Then Dr. Huang may never see Huang Jingzhi for the rest of his life, and he may not be able to return to Lantian...

Song Yiqing rubbed her eyebrows and felt her whole body trembling.Just as he was thinking of walking in a doctor from Shengjing, he was also one of the only two doctors who survived.He was a smiling old man with a gray beard, holding some medicinal herbs in his hands, and said to Song Yiqing, "Doctor Song, I have researched a prescription, and I think it can cure this plague, forsythia three qian, Bupleurum two qian..."

Song Yiqing actually wanted to say in her heart that Chinese medicine really can't cure this plague... After the lovely old man finished speaking, Song Yiqing just shook her head.The old man was a little disappointed, "No way?"

Song Yiqing gritted her teeth, recalling the time when the Black Death appeared, and the treatment by Chinese medicine. After recalling it for a while, Song Yiqing's eyes suddenly lit up, and she shouted, "Give me the pen and ink."

In the Qing Dynasty, someone once wrote a book that argued against the plague. Song Yiqing excitedly took a pen to write down the prescription. She called it Jiedu Huoxue Decoction, and added and subtracted according to the patient's condition.

Huang Jingzhi had no choice but to bow down to Song Yiqing. This prescription at least made many patients who had only discovered symptoms get better...

Song Yiqing didn't know how many days she had been in Yicheng, and Chu Jiexun was rarely seen these days, and he was also very busy.

As the death toll dropped again, Song Yiqing finally began to feel relieved.Seeing Chu Jiexun coming back, she went up to meet him and grabbed Chu Jiexun's sleeve, "Are you back?"

Seeing her like that, Chu Jiexun knew that something must be wrong with him, but when she said "you're back", he felt...a bit like a wife waiting for her husband who came home late.

He didn't speak, but he looked at her with black eyes, and Song Yiqing smiled, "I want to watch the fireworks, let's set off firecrackers in the whole city tonight."

　I don't know if this article describes Buddhism will be banned...it shouldn't be a big problem, right? ==
　　
　
(End of this chapter)