The Great Tang: World Martial God

"Oh! Dingbeihou! You let the old slave find a good life!"

A shrill voice came from far away from Huangzhuang Yuanmen.

Tang Hao, who was still thinking, was immediately interrupted by the slightly harsh sound. He turned his head and saw Grandpa Rong rushing to this side hurriedly.

Tang Hao turned around to greet him, and said with a smile.

"Duke Rong, where did the wind blow you to our palace?"

The time at this time was in the early dynasty, and as the only Ronggong beside the king of Tang was absent, it was absolutely impossible.

Almost at the moment when the words were uttered, Tang Hao reacted in his heart.

It must be the king of Tang that summoned himself.

This was the thought, and the words of the Lord Guru came again.

"Dingbei Houmo is going to make fun of the old slave!"

"Quickly follow me! Your majesty summons you, you are extremely anxious!"

Hearing this, Tang Hao put away his smile and looked at the impatient cheek of Grandpa Rong, suddenly feeling bad.

Could it be that something big happened in the imperial city?

Maybe it's because I have been in these days, the servants in the house are busy counting the money, Wu Tong is busy staring at the construction of the restaurant, and he is busy running around, instead leaving the affairs outside the house behind.

Being pulled by the arm by Father Rong, Tang Hao followed the hurried footsteps, quite curious.

"But what happened in the imperial city?"

The father-in-law didn't stop, wrinkling his white and fat cheeks, and said anxiously.

"You don't know, there is a plague in this northern land! It has jumped to the imperial city!"

"Now, the whole city is under martial law, and the sick people from the north are hunted on a large scale!"

plague!

Hearing these two words, Tang Hao's mind suddenly went blank.

Just now when talking about vaccinia, Lord Rong Gong mentioned vaccinia, not only a sign from heaven, but also a coincidence!

Like the smallpox, plague, and black death that have appeared in history, there are millions of dead bodies, and the whole city is full of stinking horrors.

Tang Hao couldn't imagine what a scene would be if the plague broke out in the imperial city of the Tang Dynasty!

I just have a smooth career, and my wife is on my side. The baby hasn't been born yet! But you can't be buried here!

Almost between these few breaths, Tang Hao's expression changed suddenly, said.

"Do you know what the symptoms are?"

"Where's the imperial doctor? And Sun Simiao? What do they say?"

Pushing Tang Hao into the carriage, Father Rong followed him and patted his knee anxiously.

"It's a coincidence! This medicine king Sun Simiao has always been used to idle clouds and wild cranes, and the dragon can't see the end."

"At the time of hiring people, it's not just where to go!"

"Shen Guogong has already dispatched people and there is no news!"

Looking at Father Rong's face wrinkled like a bitter gourd, Tang Hao asked.

"Then...what about the imperial doctor?"

"That is our most exquisite existence in Datang's medical skills. They didn't diagnose it?"

Not to mention it, at this mention, there were a few more creases on the face of Lord Ronggong.

"What a doctor!"

"The imperial physicians sent to the north are also trapped in North Cloud City! The leading physician Jiang said in a letter that it is very likely that he is also suffering from a serious illness."

"Now whether it is good or bad, whether it is dead or alive, there is no more information!"

Hiss~

Tang Hao took a deep breath.

Theoretically speaking, the imperial physician is the person with the most extensive medical knowledge, and even imperial physicians can suffer from bad diseases. I am afraid the origin of this virus is not simple.

"Persons who have mixed into the northern border in the city and are suffering from malignant illnesses are expected to report to the people in the know. They have already filed for the records and rectified them."

"Those who conceal sicknesses and those who know not to report should be sent to the government office and dealt with according to Tang law!"

Outside the carriage, Yiqi Feiqi ran down the street, yelling, announcing.

The whole neighborhood suddenly exploded, and many people leaning on the street began to talk.

Hearing the noise of the street, Tang Hao lifted the curtain slightly and took a look.

"It seems that this matter is not trivial!"

Grandpa Rong glanced at Tang Hao, with a few more expectations in his eyes.

"Ding Beihou! The meaning of your majesty and hundreds of officials is to entrust you with this important task of diagnosis and treatment of diseases."

"Do you have a good plan?"

Hearing this, Tang Hao gradually calmed down.

Human beings adapt to this environment all the time, and so are viruses and germs.

Think about where the virus from Datang thousands of years ago could evolve to?

Speaking of a descendant of yourself, you can know what this virus is after just a few glances, so why don't you worry that there is no way to crack it?

Follow the practice of the God of War epidemic in the past dynasties!

Thinking of this, Tang Hao remembered his panic just now and let out a laugh.

Maybe it was because I was frightened by the word plague, or maybe I was substituting into the viral film and television dramas of later generations, and then I was panicked like that.

The Rong Duke on the opposite side saw Tang Haoyun lowering his head and smiled lightly, his frowned brows suddenly wrinkled.

This talent's performance was fairly normal, but at this time he looked like this. Isn't Tang Hao a little scared and stupid?

With a hint of suspicion, Grandpa Rong lowered his head slightly and looked at the smile with a small smile on his face.

"Dingbeihou, you... do you have a good plan?"

Hearing the question, Tang Hao slowly raised his head.

"It's not a good strategy, but this virus is not as terrible!"

After that, he patted the arm of the grandfather and said relaxedly.

"You! Put your heart in your stomach!"

"With me here, there is no worries about Datang Tang!"