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The people from Xianyuan Mountain persuaded the villagers that even if they could not hand over the patients, they would at least have to be placed separately and not live with their families. This was a compromise method, and most villagers did not object.

But there are some people who are sick in the elderly and are afraid that doing so will not seem filial enough, so they will not be willing to separate the elderly out of their own.

It didn't rain that night, and when it was just dawn, Sima Lantai and the others had already started to boil medicine.

The bitter medicinal smell spread everywhere, as if it would never be able to breathe.

There was no silence around, not even a trace of wind.

The people here originally respected the people of Xianyuan Mountain, but the plague is really domineering, and they have not yet found a truly effective solution.

The villagers were shaken.

Facing life and death, believing or not is originally a matter of thought.

"Master, I just took the pulse to Master Chengyun a quarter of an hour ago." Sima Lantai reported to Master Qingluan: "The pulse is more stable than yesterday, and the pustules in his mouth also showed a healing appearance."

Master Qingluan breathed a sigh of relief and said, "This is a three-point guarantee, and I will continue to use the ice jade ruler."

"I know, but the Master can't eat now," Sima Lantai said: "I have cooked a turtle breath drink. Let's drink it for the Master these days."

"We brought a lot when we came, and we will send them again in the future." Master Qingluan said: "Although this thing is expensive, it is not difficult to refine. Nothing can match the lives of people. If you can use it, don't be stingy."

The so-called turtle breath drink is specially used to preserve physical strength for patients who cannot eat, because as long as people do not eat or drink, they will die at most seven days.

What's more, people with continuous high fever consume extra physical strength.

"Yesterday we went into the village to see all the people who were clearly sick," Master Qingluan looked at the sky with his hands behind his back, but it still didn't clear up. Fortunately, it was almost a day before it rained: "Those seriously ill people are best moved out."

"We had already made it clear to them yesterday, but these people still refused to believe it." Sima Lantai was also deeply helpless.

"It would be great if someone took the lead at this time." Master Qingluan sighed.

The villagers always suspected that they would burn the sick person to death, and some asked Master Qingluan and others to promise to take the person away for three days and get it back. But where can such a serious illness be cured in three days?

Not to mention that those patients may die at any time.

"Master Ye Lan and his friends sent me a message. Those villages were not serious, but because the villagers refused to separate, someone got infected again." Sima Lantai said: "It really doesn't work, so I can only let the government come forward and forcefully separate it."

"If it is absolutely necessary, try not to move hard." Master Qingluan said: "In order to suppress the bandits, the magistrate brought most of the soldiers from all over the place. The remaining officers and soldiers can only maintain basic order. If the villagers riot, they will most likely be unable to suppress them."

Mingzhou is not peaceful this year. There was a plague before the New Year and a military disaster after the New Year.

As the master and apprentice spoke, Sima Lantai saw someone coming from afar.

At this time, the sky was still a little dark and there were trees, which was not very real.

When I got closer, I could tell that it was a child who was holding an adult, who was still leaning on a crutch.

"It should be that mother and daughter," Sima Lantai saw who it was: "When I persuaded them yesterday, the mother seemed to be a little moved."

Sure enough, the mother and daughter came, and the child was the one Sima Lantai gave her.

The mother and daughter were already panting when they came close.

Because of the plague, the mother's face turned red, her lips were burnt and her tongue was broken, and she was completely disfigured.

"My doctor, my mother's illness has worsened again." The child was named Shudi. When he saw Sima Lantai, he couldn't help crying: "Ma Erniang said that this plague was caused by my family and urged the villagers to burn both of us to death."

Ma Erniang is the witch in the village, and the people in the village believe her words.

Since someone contracted the plague, she has spread everywhere that the talisman she drew could eliminate disasters.

So I cheated a lot of money.

But her talisman cannot really work after all, so she has to find a way to excuse her.

Just half a month ago, Shudi's uncle came to their house and delivered some rice and flour.

His uncle lives in Longtouzhai and fell ill when he returned.

People say that he was infected by it when he came to release Maping, but Ma Erniang said that he brought the plague in.

The villagers were all foolish people, and most of them believed them when fooled by the witch.

Because even though the people from Xianyuan Mountain came, they did not cure the plague. The villagers felt that the plague was very evil, and they were afraid that it was as Ma Erniang said, "This is the King of Hell who sent the plague god to the world to seek his life."

"You mother and daughter are both here." Master Qingluan said: "There are many empty tents now, so you two live separately."

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" Shudi and his daughter thanked each other for their gratitude.

"You are afraid that you haven't had breakfast yet, so we just cooked porridge." Sima Lantai said: "Everyone eats their own food and wait until you finish your meal to see your mother."

"After all the patients are willing to leave the village," said Master Qingluan: "This woman is not very sick. Let's cure her well. People in the village will believe us after seeing her."

If Shudi's mother can be cured, it would be like adding a living sign.

After the villagers came to get the medicine, Sima Lantai brought people into the village again.

It’s just that the family is leaving one family after another, and I found that several people have symptoms of being infected.

Such news is panicking, but the villagers' stubbornness is beyond the expectations of Sima Lantai and others.

"Life and death have fate, wealth and honor are in heaven," said the men in the village: "Hasn't your own people been cured?"

Gao Jialiang and Gu Yu were both dead, and Master Chengyun was still half unconscious.

"Although you are miraculous doctors, you are not gods after all," Ma Erniang said in a daze: "Since ancient times, there has been a saying that diseases cannot be cured, and if you don't believe it, you can fight against God's will."

Two more people in the village died that day and were still cremated overnight.

However, several patients also showed signs of improvement.

Sima Lantai and Master Qingluan pondered the prescription overnight, hoping to cure a few as soon as possible.

"Master, Senior Brother Lantai," Weiying ran in and said anxiously: "Master Chengyun is awake!"

This news was naturally exciting, and Sima Lantai and Master Qingluan hurried over to read it.

Master Chengyun felt as if he had a layer of skin, and his whole body was as thin as firewood, but his eyes were clear and clear. He said to Master Qingluan: "I have nothing to do, I will follow you into the village tomorrow."

"No," Master Qingluan disagreed: "I have to rest for a few more days."
Chapter completed!