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In addition to Fangmaping, there are also people in the surrounding Shunshanping, Dafuzhuang, Longtouzhai and Fengjiawan.

Master Qingluan sent people to these villages and together with the officers and soldiers, he persuaded the sick to separate them separately to avoid more people being infected.

He and ten other disciples, including Sima Lantai, guarded Fangmaping, and set up tents with the officers and soldiers to make soups and medicine.

They just posted notices to move those infected people to tents outside the village, and let other villagers move to the Shangfeng and Shangshui area, but most of the villagers refused to cooperate.

Candles were burning in the tent, and Sima Lantai and Master Qingluan were burying their heads to consider the medicine.

It started to rain outside again. Chen Liben came in from outside. Because he was walking in a hurry, the candles in the tent flashed a few times.

"Teacher!" Chen Liben's voice was a little choked.

Master Qingluan raised his head and understood when he saw Chen Liben's face. He closed his eyes and lowered his head slightly and said, "Tell me!"

"Junior Brother Gao... I'm afraid... it won't work." Chen Liben said something that was not smooth. They were learning medical skills, but they could not save themselves at this time.

"I'll go and see," Master Qingluan put down the work in his hand and said, "Lantai, don't go, continue to finish the unfinished work."

Sima Lantai is usually an assistant to his master, and he is the only one who can do some things except Master Qingluan.

It’s not that he doesn’t want to visit Gao Jialiang, but that things are priorities and you must restrain yourself when you need to.

That night, Gao Jialiang didn't hold on until he could survive, and his senior brother Gu Yu was also in dying.

This made everyone in Xianyuan Mountain very sad. Fortunately, Master Chengyun improved slightly, which was quite a happy thing.

The night rain was drizzling, and the medicinal pot was rumbling, and the sour and bitter medicinal smell spread. The green linen cloth brought from the mountain was cooked one by one before making it out.

Master Qingluan forced Sima Lantai to rest, but Sima Lantai only slept for less than two hours before he got up to replace the Master.

It is coming, and the raindrops are as thin as cow's hair.

As the commanded, the village asked people to line up to collect soup, linen and ash from the village.

Because there are insufficient supplies, only families with patients can receive linen today.

Boiled linen with potion can to a certain extent relieve illness and isolate successors.

Sima Lantai stood on the mountain cloak, looking at the smoke rising from the village.

People who came to get the medicine lined up in a long queue, and some people were anxious and always wanted to get in front.

Sima Lantai signaled to the officials next to him: "If you are optimistic about the team, you must not be indiscriminate. You must receive the items in order. If you are indiscriminate, you will be taken to the end and re-stop."

The official officer left, and the order was much more orderly.

Sima Lantai has experienced the plague and knows how important it is to keep order, because if the plague cannot be stopped as soon as possible, it will only become more and more chaotic, and anything may happen at that time.

When faced with life and death, most people are inevitably afraid of losing their composure. At that time, people's hearts will become more terrifying than plague.

The soup and medicine were distributed one by one, and the linen was taken away one by one. There was not enough wood ash. Each family could find a way to burn their own firewood.

While receiving the medicine, Sima Lantai and the officials kept persuading the villagers to concentrate the patients at home, but the results were minimal.

At the end of the team was an eight or nine-year-old child. She was thin and barefoot, with a piece of ragged cloth on her head.

"Where is the adult at home?" Sima Lantai asked by pouring the medicine into the small bamboo tube she was carrying.

"My mother is sick," the child's hair on his forehead was wet with rain, pressed tightly on his face, and said shyly: "There is no one else in the family except me."

"Senior brother, the linen is gone." At this time, the guard camp came over to remind Sima Lantai.

When the child heard this, he immediately grinned, as if he was about to cry.

I think it is clear that the orphans and widows can only be bullied in this village. In this situation, no one takes care of them.

Sima Lantai took off his cloak and put it on the child, and said, "Go back! You and your mother will drink this soup."

"Thank you, the miracle doctor!" The child cried: "Will my mother be fine?"

"When you go back and discuss with your mother, it's best to come out of the village. We will try our best to treat her," Sima Lantai pointed to a tent not far away and said, "It's more convenient than being at home."

The child nodded and went.

Weiying was a little worried and said, "Senior Brother, you gave the cloak to someone, what should you do?"

"The linen will arrive in one or two days, no hurry," Sima Lantai said gently: "Besides, the effect of this thing is limited."

Master Qingluan also came outside the tent and stood there looking at the gloomy sky and was silent for a long time.

"If the villagers still refuse to let the infected people come out today, we can only enter the village." Master Qingluan said: "I hope today will be sunny."

"The bodies of the deceased should be burned as soon as possible," Sima Lantai knew why his master hoped for Tianqing: "If the villagers disagree about this, they can only let the officers and soldiers use their strength."

To control the plague, the most basic principle is to prevent succession.

Of course, it is best to cure people who are infected with the disease. If not, the spread should be blocked as much as possible and prevented.

"I asked Li Zheng that there was another reason why the villagers were unwilling to hand over the person," said Master Qingluan: "They were afraid that they would be burned to death after handing over the person."

"It's not the villagers' fault," Sima Lantai said: "The previous dynasty did use this method to deal with the plague."

Not only has it been used, but it is also very common.

This method is very harsh, but I have to admit that it works very well.

If you find that one burns one to death, there will always be a burn.

Besides, no matter how domineering the plague is, it will be destroyed as soon as it is burned by fire.

There is no need to use medicine, save items, and even a doctor is needed. As long as someone ignites the fire, it will be done.

At this moment, there was a cry from the tent behind them, and Gu Yu couldn't hold on.

"These two corpses must be incinerated as soon as possible," Master Qingluan's eyes were covered with bloodshots: "The ashes must be kept and taken back to the mountain at that time."

Master Chengyun lost two beloved disciples and fell into a coma again in his heartache.

"I look at Master Chengyun's pulse, and the symptoms should have been relieved," Sima Lantai said: "What do you think, Master?"

"This shows that Qingshen Pills have worked," said Master Qingluan: "It's a pity that the medicine was also used in this way for those two disciples but it did not work."

Qingshen Pills are spiritual medicines from Xianyuan Mountain. They are very complicated to refine and cannot be supplied in large quantities.

It is best to find common medicines instead.

When the rain finally stopped, the firewood pile was set up.

Master Qingluan had already asked everyone to prepare dozens of barrels of tincture oil in advance and poured it on the firewood pile, which could make the firewood pile burn quickly.

The bodies of Gao Jialiang and Gu Yu were wrapped in cloth and placed on a pile of firewood.

Everyone stood on both sides and observed silently.

The fire rose, and everyone turned their faces on their backs, and no one wanted to watch them.
Chapter completed!