This is a village that has been abandoned for a long time. Not long after Murphy came here with the team, a person who claimed to be the "Master Bo" came to register for the crowd and distribute a small amount of food. I heard Wei Xuan said that the lord of the state of Soo used the deserted villages around Mi County to resettle the refugees, not only divided the land and houses, but also distributed food and seeds for a period of time.

Mi County is a small county in the southern border of the Sang Kingdom. Because it is often affected by wars, most of the land here is vacant, and the original villagers have already moved to other places. Recently, the three kingdoms of Yu, You, and Jing were in a scuffle, but in contrast, the southern border of the state of Su was much more stable.

But it's obviously not a place to stay for long. While thinking about it secretly, Murphy registered his name with the main book like other refugees, and still used the word "floating map". Since there was no sign to prove his identity, Murphy was only assigned a temporary wooden house. There is no land. This is nothing, anyway, she is not good at farming, and secondly, she has no plans to settle here. Although she originally wanted to find a place to live as soon as possible, a place that may fall into war at any time is not her choice.

"Fu Tu, Fu Tu." Mo Fei just took out the bedding in the room when he heard a young man's voice calling her. He turned his head and saw Wei Xuan's book boy Xianzi running over out of breath.

"What's wrong?" Murphy casually asked, patting the quilt hanging on the bamboo pole. I have been talking to Wei Xuanxue these days. Because it is similar to the Chinese dialect, I can understand most of them, but I am not fluent in speaking.

Xianzi eased his breath and said anxiously, "Futu, go and see my husband! He has been uncomfortable since yesterday."

"Have the doctor read it?"

"Ouch!" Xianzi said bitterly, "Where can I get a doctor here? Not even Micheng!"

Murphy was silent. This is indeed a backward era. Suppressing the sigh in her heart, she followed Xianzi to Wei Xuan's temporary residence.

Wei Xuan was assigned a relatively clean and spacious wooden house, probably because he was a scribe, and his status was much higher than that of ordinary civilians.

Walking into the house, Murphy saw Wei Xuan lying on the bed at a glance. At this moment, he frowned, his face flushed, and he looked uncomfortable. Murphy reached out and touched his forehead, sure enough he had a fever.

"Futu is here." Wei Xuan opened his eyes, and Chong Mofei gave a wry smile, "I'm weak, I made you laugh."

Murphy heard his hoarse voice and asked, "What's wrong with your body? Sore throat, fever, diarrhea?"

Wei Xuan nodded hurriedly: "Yes, the day before yesterday, I felt some chills and fever, headache, and diarrhea many times, but my throat didn't hurt very much."

Murphy pondered for a while, thinking that he had suffered from heat stroke when he first met this person. Now he looks like he has a fever. Fortunately, the situation should not be serious.

He turned to Xianzi and said, "Do you have anything like scallion, ginger, brown sugar, salt, etc. at home?"

"Scallion, ginger and salt are there, but no brown sugar."

Murphy thought about it too. The refugees currently only have the most basic supplies. Salt may be sent additionally because of Wei Xuan's identity. As for sugar and other things, there is no need to think about it.

"In that case, first boil a bowl of ginger tea with boiling water for Mr. Wen Zhong to drink, and then eat more onion and garlic porridge. If you can get cabbage or radish, you can make some vegetable soup." After thinking about it, Murphy said again. , "The humidity in the house is very heavy, you try to open the doors and windows to keep the house dry and ventilated, all tableware and other daily necessities should be scalded with boiling water as much as possible, and clothes and bedding should also be scalded and exposed to the sun."

The reason why she said this was because she thought that the infection of ancient germs was mostly due to lack of hygiene, and sometimes a small cold could kill a lot of people. What's more, the place is often caught in war, sometimes people die, and the epidemic is very serious. Although her physical fitness is good, she cannot guarantee that she will not be infected at all. You must know that it is very serious to get sick at random in this backward era. For this reason, she really needs to take precautions in advance.

Xianzi wrote down Murphy's orders one by one. In his opinion, the man in front of him was as capable as his husband, and he was different from ordinary civilians, so he believed in "his" words.

"Fu Tu, I'll trouble you again." Wei Xuan thanked him.

"Have a good rest." Murphy said this lightly and then got up and left.

Wei Xuan looked at his back, and began to guess his identity again in his heart. He remembered that when he first saw his clean face, his neat and delicate facial features and smooth skin once again showed that he was from an extraordinary background. Literally literate, he seems to have a little understanding of medicine, but strangely, his accent is different from that of any other country. His explanation is that he has been living in seclusion with his master in the uninhabited mountains. Could it be that his master was an extraordinary master?

Rubbing his aching forehead, Wei Xuan stopped thinking about it and took care of his body first. If he has any doubts, he will always have a chance to clear it up in the future.

Mo Fei, who was doing a lot of hygiene, didn't know that many people who were infected with wind-heat had already appeared in this batch of refugees. At first, no one paid attention to it, but as more and more people got sick, the disease became more and more serious. Everyone began to panic, and even thought there was a plague.

Zhu Bo was also very nervous, and immediately asked people to isolate the sick person, hoping that the disease would not spread. Unfortunately, the number of infected people continues to increase because the people who take care of the sick have no awareness of protection. By the sixth day, almost one-third of the refugees had been infected, and there was even one deceased.

In the end, the boss had to order a temporary blockade of the place, and no one could leave the place until the disease completely disappeared.

Mo Fei, who learned the news from Xianzi, frowned. She is not a person who likes to meddle in her own business. Although she knew that someone in the village was as sick as Wei Xuan, she never thought of taking the initiative to help. After all, she is not a doctor, so who can be sure that those people just have a cold? If it really is a cold, it will usually heal on its own in two days. But she obviously overestimated the immunity of people in this era. Under starvation, fatigue, and anxiety, the disease will only gradually worsen.

"Futu, do you have a way to help those patients?" Wei Xuan asked after a few days of recuperation, who was already in good health.

"I'm not a doctor." Murphy's expression was as indifferent as always, and his eyes were looking at the yard that isolates patients in the distance.

"But the illness here is all thanks to you, Futu." Wei Xuan also looked in that direction and said hesitantly, "I went there to see it, and the condition seems to be very similar to mine."

Mo Fei was silent for a while, and said lightly: "Then, please ask Mr. Wen Zhong to try it in the way I said before."

"Why doesn't Futu go and see it in person?" If this matter can be resolved, it will be of great help to Yu Fame. In such a world, fame can represent a person's status.

Murphy thought for a while and said, "Okay, let's go see it together."

As soon as he walked into the yard where the patients were concentrated, an unpleasant odor hit his face, Xianzi immediately covered his nose with his sleeve, Wei Xuan also frowned, and he couldn't help admiring when he saw that Mo Fei didn't change color.

In fact, Murphy is only born with facial paralysis, and even if he has any feelings in his heart, he can't express it on his face...

There were about a dozen patients lying in a row in the compound. The sounds of coughing, weeping, and snoring were intertwined, and it sounded a bit noisy. There are people walking around in the corridor from time to time, who are responsible for bringing water and meals to these patients.

After walking around the room slowly, Murphy had a general understanding. Except for a few who didn't know what the disease was, all of them should have contracted the cold, and some of them were particularly serious. What is even more frowning is that these patients usually drink cold water, and the tableware and teacups they use are shared with others. The bedding and mats are also dirty, and the stains on the floor are not cleaned up. In such an environment, no matter how small it is. The disease will also worsen.

"Futu, what do you think? Is it a plague?" Wei Xuan asked.

Murphy shook his head: "It shouldn't be."

Wei Xuan was overjoyed and continued to ask, "There is a cure for that."

"Just do as I said before. Usually drink more ginger tea, gruel and warm water, and separate the things that the patient has used, otherwise they should all be scalded with boiling water before use. In addition, it is best to let the relatives of these people Change them into clean mats and bedding, and clean up any stains around..."

Wei Xuan carefully wrote down Murphy's words, and finally asked: "This way, the disease can be controlled?"

Mo Fei was silent for a while before opening his mouth and said, "Let's do everything we need to do! There is a shortage of doctors and medicines, so we can only do the simplest treatment. Some of them are very seriously ill, it is estimated..."

Wei Xuan was also silent, then he sighed softly, turned around and told Xianzi to find Lord Master Bo.

According to Murphy's suggestion, coupled with the scheduling of Wei Xuan and the main board, the condition has been controlled to a certain extent, and some people with mild symptoms are almost better after a few days. Just because there was no medicine and no adequate food, three or four died soon after.

These people who have left their hometowns have experienced the disaster of war and the destruction of their homes. Now they have a temporary place to live, but they have ushered in diseases.

It was the first time that Murphy discovered that Little Cold was such a serious disease. When I studied ancient history in the past, although I also studied the development history of ancient medical level, I knew that some minor illnesses could kill people. Even in the West hundreds of years ago, bloodletting was used to treat a fever, and it was impossible to cure death. Few people. But that's just something in a book, and it feels completely different from facing this reality directly.

In such an ancient and backward era, why did she come here? Is it just to witness the suffering and death of these people?

Unlike Murphy's depression, the originally anxious Lord Bo was in a good mood, confirming that the disease was not a plague, and even if a few people died, it would not be a big deal. With an order from Lord Master Bo, the original blockade order was also lifted.

Just to prevent these few people who died of illness from spreading diseases, direct burial was not allowed, but cremation was ordered.

On the day of the cremation, everyone came. Although many of them were not familiar with each other, their similar encounters made them feel the same sadness.

Looking at the fire in front of him and listening to the sobbing of the people around him, Murphy couldn't help but folded his hands and closed his eyes to recite the Heart Sutra.

This is a habit inherited from her tutor. Before excavating an ancient tomb, the tutor will recite a section of the Heart Sutra or the Diamond Sutra. As an archaeological expert, the tutor stubbornly believes that disturbing the peace of the deceased for any reason is a sin, so always Find comfort in this way.

After reading a lot, Murphy would sometimes recite along with it. don't know if it was because of psychological factors. felt that every time finished reciting, heart would be more peaceful.

There is no Buddhism in this era, and people don't know what the Heart Sutra is. Murphy recites it in Mandarin. They don't even understand what he is reciting, but they look at Murphy's solemn expression and listen to his peaceful voice. The people were all attracted, the crying gradually stopped, and the huge flat ground was silent, only the sound of burning flames and the rhythmic chanting...

"Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, when he practiced deep prajna-paramita, he saw that the five aggregates were all empty, and all sufferings were eliminated. Sariputra, form is not different from emptiness, and emptiness is not different from form. Son, these dharmas are empty, neither arising nor dying, neither defiled nor pure, neither increasing nor decreasing, so the sky has no form, no feelings, thoughts, actions, consciousness, eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body, mind, color, sound, scent, touch, and vision. , even in the world of unconsciousness, there is no ignorance, no end of ignorance, and no end of old age and death, and no end of old age and death..."