The Omnipresent Martial Arts Sage

"Where is the person who knows the clue?" Wei He had a glimmer of hope in his heart.

"It's on the other side of Qingqi County, less than a mile away from here, I'll take you there."

Jiuying got up, but shook slightly and almost fell.

Fortunately, Wei He quickly stepped forward to hold on.

"You need to rest!" He frowned, but just holding Jiuying, he could feel his body balance is extremely poor. This is not what a master martial artist should look like.

Obviously, he hasn't rested for a long time, plus there are still injuries on his body.

"There is no time to rest." Jiuying shook his head. "More and more people are infected. This has become a plague. If you don't find a way..."

"Walk together, I think I can give you some suggestions." Wei He thought for a while. Under modern scientific research, he already has a deep understanding of the plague, especially the aspect of infection, like Jiuying. Knowing that I didn't pay attention to spreading this piece.

"Good." Jiuying was silent, then nodded. He turned to look at Sun Yan'er who was weeping silently.

Sun Yaner stood in front of the coffin, burning the paper money little by little. It seemed that I didn't hear them at all.

"Yan'er, I'll be back in a while, don't go where you are at home." Jiuying murmured, and finally looked at the coffin in the middle of the hall, and he sighed silently.

Go out of the hospital with Wei He.

Outside the yard, almost every household around the street hung white silk, and sorrows could be heard in the distance, mixed with faint crying.

The two people went out, and didn't go far, they saw a little boy with braids sitting in front of a small earthen house on the right.

The boy was five or six years old, dressed in dirty gray clothes and gray trousers, sitting blankly at the door, staring blankly at pedestrians passing by in the street.

When Jiuying saw the boy, he recognized that this was the child he had seen before in line to receive the medicinal soup. At that time, his parents gave the child the last bowl of medicinal soup.

"What?" Wei He asked him softly when he saw his eyes and fell on the boy.

"Nothing." Jiuying shook his head.

It was just that when the two passed by the boy's house, they all saw that there were two rolls of straw mats in the courtyard under the door, and two pale bodies lying on the straw mats.

It happens to be a man and a woman. It should be the boy's parents.

Jiuying lowered his head.

He once poisoned many opponents and enemies, and he was also cruel, poisoning many innocent passers-by.

But at this moment, he didn't know why, and he was inexplicably uncomfortable.

Wei He didn't know why, but he probably saw some things, and became somewhat silent, and stopped talking.

The two soon came to the other side of the county, in front of a small square stone courtyard.

The courtyard door was half open, and it was quiet inside.

Jiuying went to knock on the door.

咚咚咚.

"Is anyone here?"

There was a weak response from inside.

"Please come in." It was a man, but he sounded sick, his voice was weak, accompanied by phlegm.

Jiuying took Wei He into the door together.

The yard is not big, and there is a small corner inside, where many fruits and vegetables are planted. But now they are all withered.

There is a clothesline in the middle, and some clothes are clamped in the upper clip, including adults and children.

The two of them bowed their heads and avoided their clothes and walked to the back room.

"Hold your breath." Wei He reminded. "The plague is likely to spread through breathing."

Jiuying nodded.

The two temporarily held their breath and walked into the back room.

The back room was very dark with no lights, and there were bookcases and beds in the corners.

There are bows and arrows, hunting knives, and a few animal furs on the wall, including deer and bear, which are quite complete.

A pale man was lying halfway on the bed with his hand covering his mouth, and the handkerchief in his hand could already be seen to be red.

"It's Jiuyao Master! Please sit down. My cough is getting heavier and heavier. I went to get the medicinal soup, but it only eased for two days, and now it's sent out again. How about a prescription?"

The man looked at Jiuying hopefully, as if pinning his hopes on him.

The man was strong and full of energy and blood, and he was a martial artist at first glance. Wei He noticed that the joints on the backs of his hands had worn a thick layer of cocoons.

Obviously, he had practiced boxing at this time.

"I'll show you first." Jiuying moved closer and began to take the pulse carefully to check for various symptoms.

Wei He watched quietly.

He picked up the record cloth Jiuying placed aside and looked at the handwriting written on it.

‘The fifth variant of the condition: vomiting blood, fever, inflammation of the corners of the eyes, thick nose, red spots on the tongue coating. Cracks, cold hands and feet, hot trunk. It is invalid after taking the fourth prescription. The condition can only be suppressed. Two days after the effect of the drug, the rebound will increase...’

Not long after, Jiuying finished seeing the condition and prescribed a prescription to comfort the man. I also asked about the location of the cave where I saw the record of Silk Jin.

"I don't remember that place. I was lost at night, but I had a good partner in the woods, a squirrel. It took me to hide overnight." The man replied.

"Squirrel?" Jiuying and Wei He were a little surprised.

"Yes, I call it Xiaoling, because his tail is pointed, like a water chestnut." The man smiled and replied.

"Then, can you let it lead us?" Wei He whispered, "rest assured, we will pay you."

"Xiao Ling is very timid, you go, he won't come out. Only if I go over, she can lead the way." The man shook his head helplessly.

"Okay." Jiuying nodded.

It doesn't matter if what he said is true, or he wants to use it in exchange, let them treat him before going.

It is true if the person is cured first.

Fortunately, the man briefly mentioned a few words about the detailed description of silk strength. After listening to Wei He, he believed most of the silk strength that Wang Shaojun had experienced before.

With a martial arts training that a man has not even been a martial artist, it is obviously unrealistic to know so many real details.

Soon, Jiuying told the man some precautions before leaving the courtyard with Wei He.

"How is it?" Wei He asked.

"Very tricky. My previous judgment was only partly correct. The root of this plague is not breathing, but kidneys!" Jiu Ying said solemnly.

"Insufficient kidney water? Deficiency of kidney yin? Imbalance of yin and yang in the whole body caused by external evils?" Wei He frowned.

"It's not that simple. I have followed this line of thinking and came up with two prescriptions, but they are useless. You must first get rid of the evil. But what kind of evil this evil is, I haven't found it yet. I need more patients to compare them. Right." Jiuying explained.

"What do I need to do? Just ask." Wei He also understood that now is the critical moment.

This plague outbreak spread too fast, combined with the situation he heard in the restaurant before, I am afraid that the lesser half of Taizhou now has begun to spread rapidly.

And even if he didn't have the silky clue, he was prepared for the plague in advance. After all, if your relatives and friends also get sick, it will be too late to prepare by then.

"I need manpower, sorting, and investigation. Then I need someone to help me handle a large amount of medicinal materials, make soup, and isolate..." Jiuying quickly said.

"Good!" Wei He nodded.

Although there are few people in the Wanqingmen today, there is still no problem with this manpower.

As for medicinal materials, it is only a small amount of money.

With the cooperation of the two, soon a new hospital for the diagnosis and treatment of the plague was established in Qingqi County.

The county government also sent people to give full assistance. Although the martial arts masters of Wanqingmen are not as efficient as those of Wanqingmen, there are still some who can beat them.

Jiuying organized several pharmacists, and together they set up dozens of beds with fine iron plates in the spacious courtyard.

Although these fine iron plates are hard to sleep, they are easy to disinfect. Pouring them in a pot of boiling water can kill 90% of bacteria and viruses.

This is also the suggestion made by Wei He.

Everyone put on simple masks and began to accept all kinds of patients in the county.

Jiuying's friend, Lao Sun, both died, and he promised to keep the last two children in his friend's house.

So if you still can't find out this trip, the type of the plague and the target method. So...

The good players from Wanqingmen all wore masks, washed their hands with running water, and started to help live.

One by one, weak and coughing patients were brought in and lay on the bed.

The sound of violent coughing and coughing up blood spread throughout the yard from time to time.

All kinds of medicinal materials entered the yard like flowing water, and then he arranged for someone to boil the medicine.

When Wei He walked out of the yard, there were already many people in long queues outside.

Today, in Qingqi County, there are not many pharmacists who dare to open the door to accept patients, knowing that the plague will be contagious.

So as soon as Jiuying opened the door and put out a sign, many patients immediately came over here.

At this moment, a man with blood on his chest was quickly carried in.

The man was breathing fast and his face was pale, but strangely his ears were extremely red.

Coming with the man, there are two children, a sister who is six or seven years old, and a boy who is only three or four years old.

Holding hands, the two stood aside, looking nervously at the man who was sent in.

The elder sister is very sensible, and she strokes her younger brother's hair from time to time to comfort him not to cry. Daddy will come out soon.

"Sect Master, Jiuye will let you in." A disciple of Wanqing Sect came out and whispered to Wei He.

"Yeah." Wei He nodded and turned back into the yard.

Walk into the back room.

The room was full of strong medicinal soup.

Jiuying is using a thin red glass tube to sample the saliva from the man's mouth.

The man was breathing fast, his complexion became paler, and he couldn't stop bleeding from his nostrils.

"Pharmacist... Am I, can't it be cured?" he asked hard.

"..." Jiuying wanted to say a few words to comfort him. But the man in front of him was almost burnt out of his internal organs, and his whole body was like a kettle that had been boiled dry, not at all overcast.

It is a miracle to be able to hold it till now.

Even the blood he shed was thick as syrup.

"But I don't want to die..." the man struggled. "You save me, pharmacist! Please...help me...!"

His voice choked.

"I really don't want to die.... If I am gone, what should they do? They are only seven years old and only that old. If someone bullies them in the future, they don't have food or clothes...I don't want to. .Don't want to die...Woo...".

Suddenly, there was a big puff of blood in the man's mouth.

Thick blood blocked his throat. He was still struggling to say something, but it was too late.

The blood kept pouring from his mouth and nose, he struggled, like a fish on the shore, tears and snot kept dripping from his face~www.ltnovel.com~ After struggling for a while, he finally stopped moving.

The pupils slowly dilated.

No more breath.

Jiuying sighed and waved his hand to move the body out.

In just half a day of diagnosis and treatment, more than six patients died in front of him. Others are dead on the way to be sent.

"Let's go to the side door." A disciple from the Wanqing Clan on the side couldn't help but say.

"He has two children outside."

Jiuying paused.

"Where are the others in his family?"

"This man is a widower, he and two children are the only ones in the house."

"...Then go to the side door." Jiuying nodded and said helplessly.