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The next few days were hectic. Huang Zelin and Mu Xiyuan were in Huichuntang, and the others were more or less skilled in medicine, and they were scattered in various medicine halls in the city to help.

The spread of this lung disease is very fast, often one person is infected, and the whole family is not immune. Fortunately, an investigation was carried out in the early stage of the epidemic, and all the mild patients were concentrated in the newly built resettlement sites, and the severe patients were arranged in various pharmacies.

The doctors and pals in the pharmacy were all spinning around, exhausted.

Fortunately, the condition gradually stabilized. Except for the elderly who have serious illnesses, everyone else seems to be getting better.

Huang Zelin came back from the resettlement site in the West City, heaved a sigh of relief, and stood at the door of Huichun Hall.

Mu Xiyuan, still dressed in white, was checking the pulse of an old man in the hall.

He has been seeing doctors and decoctions for several days. He rests for less than two hours a day, and he can only eat in the air, and often he can't take care of it when he is busy. After a few days, his face has become thinner, and his chin has become more pointed. However, his tone was still calm and gentle, and the needles in the pulse diagnosis were steady and steady, and Huang Zelin nodded again and again.

Huang Zelin was about to say to Mu Xiyun to take a break, when a hoof sound came from far and near, and when he reached the Huichun Hall, he made an emergency stop, and Zhu Yicheng jumped off the horse.

"Elder Huang!" He hurriedly said: "I found a strange patient in the south of the city, please go and take a look!"

"Strange? How strange?"

Zhu Yicheng carefully looked at the townspeople behind Huang Zelin and said, "I can't tell you either, you should go and see for yourself."

Huang Zelin froze in his heart, and an ominous premonition came to him. He nodded, entered the medicine hall, packed the medicine box, shared a horse with Zhu Yicheng, and headed to the south of the city.

South of the city, slums.

This is the worst place to live in Baihua City. The house is short, mostly made of a few thin wooden boards, covered with a layer of thatch, and then people live in. The eaves are stacked on top of each other, and sunlight cannot penetrate into the house. The southwest in July is rainy and humid, the stagnant water in the slum has never dried up, and there is a strong musty smell in the air.

The "strange" patient named Zhao Qi lived in one of the huts.

A few days ago, when Su Yanjun brought people to investigate, all the suspicious patients here were screened out. The seriously ill were sent to the pharmacy, and the mildly ill were concentrated in the open space next to them, and the doctors in the nearby pharmacy were consulted one by one. took the soup and divided it.

Zhao Qi was the first to get sick in this area. After receiving the decoction that day, he went home and lay down, and he did not go out for the next two days. Today, a familiar neighbor went to the medicine hall again and came back with free decoction. Divided him a share, who knew that when he arrived at his house, he found out that something was abnormal, and quickly reported it to the government.

When Huang Zelin arrived, a group of well-protected soldiers had already surrounded Zhao Qi's house. A group of townspeople stood in the distance and pointed, not daring to approach.

Huang Zelin wrapped his mouth and nose with a cloth towel and entered the house.

Zhao Qi lay straight on the bed with his eyes slightly open, motionless. When Huang Zelin approached, he saw that his hands and feet were tightly bound by straw ropes, and he frowned and asked, "Why is this? Untie it for him, I have to see what the symptoms are!"

Zhu Yicheng made a gesture, called two soldiers, and the three walked forward together. He asked the two of them to stand by the bed to get ready, he pulled out his dagger, quickly cut off the straw rope on Zhao Qi's hands and feet, took a step back, and stayed not far in front of Huang Zelin.

Zhao Qi lay on the bed for another half an hour and slowly opened his eyes.

When ordinary people open their eyes, they will definitely look at someone, but when Zhao Qi opened his eyes, his eyes did not move. He sat up, rolled over, got out of bed, and walked around the room.

With a dagger in his hand, Zhu Yicheng knocked twice on the head of the bed.

Zhao Qiben's wandering body paused, then suddenly turned around, his hands bent like claws, and grabbed Zhu Yicheng fiercely.

Zhu Yicheng ducked and ducked, but Zhao Qi turned around and grabbed him again.

The two of you chased me away in the room for a while, and Huang Zelin found that if Zhu Yicheng was far away from Zhao Qi and there was no loud noise, Zhao Qi would be very at a loss, but as long as Zhu Yicheng made a little noise, or approached, Zhao Qi would immediately respond to the voice. The source of the pounce.

After a stick of incense, Zhu Yicheng waved to the two soldiers, they rushed forward, pressed Zhao Qi to the bed, and tied him up again.

Huang Zelin went up to see Zhao Qi's complexion, tongue coating, and pulse, and was surprised.

The so-called "the five internal organs store: the heart stores the spirit, the lungs store the soul, the liver stores the soul, the spleen stores the mind, and the kidney stores the will" (Note). Humans have three souls and seven souls, and lung disease causes the soul that should be in the lungs to be scattered around the body. If it is a common disease, after the needle is inserted and the medicine is taken, the soul can come back, and the person will return to normal. Although this Zhao Qi took the medicine, the problem of the lungs disappeared, but the seven souls did not fully return to themselves, lacking the main mind and emotional peace. The two souls of the corpse have become the walking dead, and they are still very violent walking dead.

I don't know if he is the only one who is like this, or if everyone who gets sick is like this.Huang Zelin suddenly shuddered.

Rejuvenation Hall.

After watching the last critically ill patient, Mu Xiyuan was resting on the counter in front of the medicine cabinet.After days of fatigue, he fell asleep almost as soon as his forehead touched the table.

I don't know how long it took, only to hear a "pop", something fell to the ground, and then came the scream of the man.

Mu Xiyuan stood up abruptly, and saw a medicine jar fell on the ground, and the concoction dregs spilled on the ground.A guy in the medicine hall was shivering and curled up in the corner of the wall, surrounded by a circle of people, stretching out his hands to grab him.

Those people are the patients who were lying in the medicine hall just now!

Mu Xiyuan jumped up and jumped over the counter to the center of the medicine hall.As soon as the landing sound came out, several people who were standing closer to him immediately followed the sound and rushed towards him with open hands.

Mu Xiyun got out of the crevice with a short stature, opened up the uncles and aunts surrounding the guy, and pulled him out.

The guy was trembling with fright, and his face was covered with snot and tears.