Song Beiyun did not study today, but instead squatted in the residential area of ​​the victims, carefully diagnosed the man lying on the meadow. This sudden situation caused him to be shouted out from the fragrant Qiaoqiao before dawn.

"It's been like this in just one day."

An old man next to him was wiping tears while telling Song Beiyun about his son's symptoms. Song Beiyun looked around the man and found that his lymph nodes were swollen, accompanied by a sudden chill, high fever, headache, fatigue, soreness and vomiting, irritability, and skin spots. His body also showed a strong state, and had external bite symptoms.

"Yang Niu'er." Song Beiyun stood up and called Yang Niu'er with tight brows: "Come quickly."

"Hey, brother, what's wrong?"

"Go and notify His Highness the Princess, bring lime and wood ash, go quickly!"

Plague is a typical bubonic symptom, but it is not the Black Death, and fortunately it is not the Black Death. Otherwise, with the current medical conditions, it would be really bad.

However, even if it is not the bubonic plague of Black Death, it is one of the very annoying infectious diseases. He felt it was not good when he received news from Zuo Rou in the morning. When he came here to see, the first patient had entered the onset period.

What you can do now is to make a rough plan, do everything you can do, and leave the rest to God.

"Zuo Rou!"

After Yang Niu'er quickly left, Song Beiyun called Zuo Rou: "Go and prepare mugwort, chrysanthemum, realgar, a lot!"

Zuo Rou is just a drug dealer. She doesn't know much about medicine, but she still understands pharmacology. As soon as she hears it, she understands what these things are used for.

"Sister Qiaoyun, go and notify those doctors and bring all the people with obvious symptoms to the other end of the mountain and stay away from the water source! Also, today we will order everyone that the water must be boiled before drinking! No one is allowed to drink well water, spring water, hurry up!"

After giving the order, Song Beiyun simply covered his face with a vulcanized cloth, only exposing his eyes, and then began to take antibiotics to the man who was infected. After a round of work, seven or eight people with similar symptoms came one after another.

"Notify Your Highness, King Fu." Song Beiyun said to Yang Wenguang who was standing beside him while taking care of the patient: "Just say that there is not enough staff here and he needs to lead troops to help. You just say that there is a plague among the refugees."

As expected by Song Beiyun, after the weather warmed up, lice and fleas became active. In addition, the concentration and plot of refugees were very poor, so the probability of such infectious diseases was indeed greatly increased.

Fortunately, he had long said hello to Zuo Rou, and the recruited doctors must report any such symptoms as soon as they find them.

The so-called plague is a race against time. The earlier you discover it, the faster you can solve this problem. However, Song Beiyun is not actually a god. He can only do his best to do this, but he doesn't know what it will develop in the end.

With the rapid response of everyone, more than 30 people were carried here one after another, and the rest were forcibly migrated to places far away from this area. Then many soldiers appeared, bringing medicinal materials and the lime needed by Song Beiyun.

"Stop the rain... God!"

Song Beiyun stood among the vast number of patients, so anxious that he was almost crying, because if the rain continued to stop, the lime would not have any effect at all.

"Let the refugees in this area apply wood ash to their bodies and then go to the river to take a bath in batches."

The voice of King Fu came from afar. Song Beiyun looked back at him, but he saw a prince who was soaked and a princess who was so anxious that he stomped his feet.

"Prince." Song Beiyun bowed to King Fu from afar: "Please don't come again, please."

"Hahaha, the little miracle doctor has treated me." King Fu waved his hand and said, "Of course I understand, and it's all up to the little miracle doctor here."

Song Beiyun smiled bitterly in his heart and didn't say anything for a long time, because if the rain continued like this, the warm and humid environment would be born to breed plague, and even Hua Tuo could not suppress it.

And at this moment, King Fu suddenly raised his head and shouted loudly: "God, please calm me down!"

When Song Beiyun heard this howl, he shook his head and smiled. If he could stop shouting like this, then he would...

But before he could finish his sighing, the raindrops in the sky were obviously much smaller, and even after a muffled thunder, the wind blew forward with dark clouds, leaving only a slight scattered raindrops blew on Song Beiyun's face.

"Hold the grass..." He looked at King Fu in shock: "Do you want to be so idealistic..."

I saw it! Really, he really saw it. This King of Fu is absolutely the son of the plane, no matter whether it is a fucking coincidence or not, it is too evil. Even such a person may not be able to do it by three or five time travelers.

Perhaps because he felt Song Beiyun's terrified eyes, King Fu slowly smiled at him, but this smile was horrifying in Song Beiyun's eyes.

However, the heavy rain has stopped, so many things can continue to be implemented. Now the group-based dispatch model has also shown its power. The group leader only needs to manage his own group and issue orders in groups. It would have been very difficult for communication of more than 100,000 people, but under the group system, the tens of thousands of refugees knew the situation in less than an hour.

They don’t need to understand, they just need to walk forward according to the order assigned by the team leader, and then come to other areas to start cleaning their bodies.

"On the man's side, on the woman's side, hurry up." Yang Wenguang stood on the slope and directed the movement of the crowd: "Asses the female official's instructions, clean up carefully, and those who want to survive should clean themselves. This is a plague!"

No one spares his life, but if you want to tell them in a literary way, they really may not be able to understand it. Instead, such rough calls can make them accept it quickly.

In the temporary partition, a large amount of dirty clothes were gathered together. The men cleaned their bodies with wood ash in public and then went down to the river to wash them. The women also began to clean them in a fence made of straw mats. Then a large amount of clothes from the princess's clothing factory were also sent over.

"Remember it all, don't drink raw water! Don't eat cold food! If anyone sees it, you will definitely not let it go!" The team leader yelled hard in front of every batch of refugees who had washed out: "I'll pull the shit into the pit, and I'll find it everywhere. Don't blame me for being like you bastards!"

After a whole day of trouble, the victims had been diverted, and Song Beiyun also completed the preliminary treatment of the plague patients. However, even if the discovery was timely, there were still twelve people who could not survive and pass away.

Facing the dead, although they are now popular in the soil, this kind of thing can only be burned. The temporary earthen stove next to it was filled with thick black smoke, and the smell of stench continued to erupt. The crying of relatives from afar was like the north wind in winter, sounded in my ears.

"Go and comfort me." Song Beiyun sat on the ground almost exhausted, unbuttoned the sulfide cloth on his face, which had been wet with sweat on his face, and said to Ruibao, who was standing aside and didn't know what to do: "The deceased will give some compensation. If the deceased is the pillar of the family, his wife and children will arrange a job."

Seeing that Song Beiyun was so tired, Qiaoyun wanted to get in with her heart, but Song Beiyun reached out and said, "Stay away from me, I'm very dangerous now."

King Fu was also staying here for a whole day. When he saw Song Beiyun's appearance, he sighed in his heart, and then asked loudly: "Little magic doctor, what should I do in the future?"

"Fortunately, we found all the patients early. If it was tomorrow, the next day... it would be terrible. And thank you for the prince's blessing, this disease is called bubonic plague, which will only occur after being bitten by snakes, insects, rats and ants. But just in case, all doctors will start to inspect the patients in the next few days and pick out the sick ones step by step. After that, all areas here must be paved with lime, and the puddles and mud must be cleaned. Realgar mugwort should be ignited regularly to repel mosquitoes." Song Beiyun fell on the muddy grass while talking, and his eyes were half closed: "Also, everyone's stools and drownings need to be handled in a centralized manner. The prince needs to send someone to dig a large pit in the distance, and use yellow mud to gently apply yellow mud in the pit, and then grill it with a layer of fire to prevent stools and drowning from stools and drownings from entering the ground."

King Fu nodded: "I will continue to give orders."

"Let's have dinner." Song Beiyun took a deep breath and covered his stomach: "I've been hungry since I was not dawn and I'm almost dying."

His meal had been prepared long ago, and Zuo Rou personally brought it to him: "Hurry up and eat it."

"Didn't you not let you get close to me? If I have fleas or something on my body, I will bite you."

"I applied the sulfur paste you made, and I won't bite me." Zuo Rou put the still warm meal into Song Beiyun's hand: "What do you mean is this a problem caused by fleas and mosquitoes?"

"Yes." Song Beiyun took the time to reply when he was eating voraciously, and then suddenly stopped chopsticks: "That's right, Jin Ling'er."

"Here is here." Jin Ling'er jumped out: "What's wrong?"

"You tell me to mobilize everyone to catch mice and insects, and three rat tails will reward one or two meat. The rats must be burned and not eaten!!! No eating!!! Also, don't let the refugees sleep in thatched, the weather is not cold now. Buy wooden boards in the city to sleep with them, and put lime on the wooden boards. Also, let them take a bath every day and must wash! The dirty and dirty places need to be cleaned. If anyone dares to be sloppy, drag them out and beat them."

"Okay." Jin Ling'er nodded repeatedly: "What else?"

"It's nothing, just be careful. This disease is not a big deal. As long as the hygiene can keep up, everything will be fine."

King Fu looked at Song Beiyun giving orders and instructing people. He wanted to speak several times but couldn't open his mouth anymore. He just sighed silently. After all, this is probably the only one in the world who can make Jin Ling'er so obedient.

"Little miracle doctor, will this plague still rise?"

"Go back to the prince." Song Beiyun turned around with his bowl in his arms: "I don't know, now it depends on how the hygiene measures are done. Lime must be taken into account. The disease occurs quickly. As long as the patients are picked out at the right time and isolated, and patrol them at all times to prevent gatherings, it will basically not cause widespread dissemination."

Jin Ling'er's eyes suddenly became cold when she heard this: "You divided the victims into thousands of settlement areas... They are called settlement areas? Is it to prevent this?"

Song Beiyun nodded and said, "There are more than 1,400 areas corresponding to more than 1,400 groups. There are more than 100 people in a group, and even if there is an outbreak, there are only more than 100 people. The remaining people only need to stay away further."

"It's so amazing..." Jin Ling'er said with admiration on her face: "You are simply my lucky star in the Song Dynasty."
Chapter completed!