Agriculture Escape: Ultimate Boss Has A Space Pocket!

Bai Wutong's words made Cui Muzhi take a step back even more frightened, and hurriedly said: "Then I can't let you come here, we have infected too many people, and they may be infected now, wouldn't they be infected immediately in the past? Now, if Madam Bai wants to help us, please help me find a doctor with excellent medical skills." They must not do anything immoral, and Bai Wutong has already been kind to them several times, so they can't do anything. As for them in danger.

What's more, the plague can be optimistic if the white phoenix tree is gone.

If the cousin and the others knew that the disease might be the plague, they would definitely agree with his actions.

Bai Wutong doesn't necessarily have to pass, after all, she is not a professional doctor, and she only judges by the epidemic prevention information of the computer in the space.

Bai Wutong asked: "Then tell me what specific symptoms everyone has now, when they have symptoms, and what they did before they became ill."

Cui Muzhi thought that Bai Wutong had agreed to hire a doctor for them, and quickly recalled everyone's situation from last night to this morning.

Their main symptoms were mild fever, cough, diarrhea and fear of cold. Cui Lingyi did not eat porridge with everyone, but ate the grilled fish given to her by Bai Wutong, and drank water from a water bag. She still had the same symptoms as everyone else. Basically, it can be judged that it is an infectious disease of the respiratory tract.

Respiratory infectious diseases, the medicinal soup she used to make everyone drink every day can have a certain defensive effect, and there is a high probability that they will not be infected.

Bai Wutong frowned and asked, "How many of your team are asymptomatic now?"

As soon as Cui Muzhi was about to answer, he felt tightness in his chest and shortness of breath, as if someone was caulking his neck with tongs, and he held a big tree next to him and coughed a few times.

His mental state was not bad just now, but it has become so serious now.

When Cui Muzhi came, he thought he didn't have the disease, but after a while, he became like this, and said in an uncomfortable tone: "Probably have it all now."

Respiratory tract infection is not the most serious disease in the plague, as long as she takes the medicine prepared by her in time, it will definitely be cured.

However, the most critical problem is that Cui Lingyi and the others, together with the villagers of Luoyu Village, are too many. If all the medicinal materials are given to them, Bai Wutong and the others will be gone.

Even if he could enter Jiangyuan City now, it would be even more difficult to buy so many medicinal herbs than to buy food.

In case the decoction they drank before did not form antibodies against the plague for some of them, they also needed medication. Besides, Bai Wutong and the others still had such a long journey to go, and they would definitely need various medicines on the way.

There is really no guarantee that the things borrowed at this time can be taken back.

Bai Wutong can't be so selfless, and give all their own life-saving medicine to others.

Bai Wutong thought for a while and said to Cui Muzhi, "Just a moment."

She quickly returned to the shed and used a charcoal pen on paper to sort out several key methods on how to isolate and prevent the plague.

After sorting it out, she wrote a separate recipe for the prevention and treatment of the plague, and then asked Zhao Pengfei to prepare the medicinal materials that Cui Muzhi could bring back.

Bai Wutong said to Cui Muzhi from a distance: "When you go back, be sure to show this letter to your sister first." As for how they will use these medicinal materials to treat them, it is their own business.

Bai Wutong felt that he had made such a decision with a clear conscience.

Zhao Pengfei and the others put the packaged herbs on the ground, and after they retreated a sufficient distance, Cui Muzhi stepped forward and carried the large and small packets of herbs back.

He came back with these things, and the villagers who were all sick looked at him eagerly.

Cui Muzhi quickly found Cui Lingyi sitting in the shed, and handed her the letter written by Bai Wutong himself.

When Cui Lingyi opened the letter, she was stunned. She looked at Cui Muzhi and asked incredulously, "Is the disease we have a plague?"

Cui Muzhi's eyes were red and he said, "Mrs. Bai said it must be."

As soon as these words came out, everyone around was shocked.

plague!

Everyone has the plague!

Aren't they going to die soon?

All of a sudden, the villagers who had been feeling unwell just now and could barely bear it, suddenly coughed unbearably, and all of them seemed to be terminally ill and dying.

There are also a few villagers who have been hungry for a long time, and their bodies are already weak. When they learned that they were suffering from the plague, they were in a hurry.

Cui Lingyi then followed the letter and looked down. After reading it, her eyes fell on the few medicine bags on Cui Muzhi's body.

Then, he called Cui Shize to an unoccupied corner and handed him the letter.

After Cui Shi Ze read it in one glance and ten lines, his eyebrows were even more tightly wrinkled than before.

How to distribute the medicine that can only treat 100 people?

There are more than 100 of them alone, not to mention more than 500 villagers.

Bai Wutong was willing to give the dose of medicine for 100 people, and gave all the prescriptions for the treatment of the epidemic. It was already selfless enough, and it was absolutely impossible to ask for it any longer.

Cui Lingyi looked at the hesitant Cui Shi Ze with a cold face: "Father, how do you want to distribute?" She would not call him father when she was angry.

Cui Shize wanted to temporarily use the hundred medicinal materials to treat critically ill patients, and then sent someone to find a way to buy other medicinal materials, but his mouth was too heavy to speak.

The thoughts in his heart have been seen through by his daughter, helpless

^0^ Authentic: "Xiao Xiao, we can still buy medicine, but others can't wait."

"Their lives are lives, but our lives are not lives? Do you know that there is no way to buy medicine now!"

Cui Shi Ze's eyes flickered, and he said weakly and stubbornly: "The flood will recede soon, and there will be medicine when you enter the city."

"Even if the flood has receded now, we are all infected. It can be spread through the air, and it will spread to other people when we go out. How can we buy medicine!"

Cui Shi Ze frowned and questioned again: "The medicine she gave may not necessarily cure the plague."

If there is a recipe that can cure and prevent the plague~www.wuxiamtl.com~Jiangyuan City wouldn't have killed so many people last year.

Cui Lingyi sneered directly: "Master Prime Minister has been an official for many years, but he has no wink, wants to use other people's medicine, and looks down on others. Is this your upright and upright character?"

If Bai Wutong's medicine didn't work, why would their people be fine? If it wasn't for sure that the medicine could cure the plague, why would they tell her directly that she would be fine after drinking it, so there's no need to worry.

Cui Shize looked embarrassed and said, "Xiao Xiao, we are the Cui family, you forgot the family training!"

"Family motto! Father, you still know the family motto! Our family motto is to help the world if you are good, and to be alone if you are poor! We are all dying now, and you still want to be a living Bodhisattva who saves the suffering! You forgot, uncle What did you pay for to save the lives of you and the group of disciples behind you! No matter how well-educated our Cui family is, we will never be able to become officials in the dynasty!"

Cui Lingyi was so disappointed in him, and sneered, "Also, my father is afraid that he forgot, how Xiao Fenghuang handwritten the gift of sake, hope you are safe!"

"This is my medicine!"

Dear, this chapter is over, I wish you a happy reading! ^0^