Chapter 499 Why Are You Here?

Chapter 499 why are you here?

When the chief arrived, everyone immediately lined up on both sides, and Zulu People, who grabbed Gu Nuan's arm, quickly released Gu Nuan.

Gu Nuan heaved a long sigh of relief and quickly stood to one side. Then he looked at the old man with a large walking stick in his hand, who was wearing grand ornaments on his head and body, and walked into the village head's house with a solemn expression.

Gu Nuan didn't know what they were saying in there. Not to mention that she didn't follow them into the house, she wouldn't understand anything even if she went in.

Not long after, the chief came out, and Zulu People, who spoke english, followed him. Then the chief looked at her and asked her a question.

"The chief said that more than one person is sick in every family, and there are a lot of sick people in this whole tribe. The number of sick people is increasing every day. How can you treat them alone?"

Zulu People, who spoke english, translated the words of the chief to Gu Nuan.

Gu Nuan said quickly,

"I can't do it alone, but I have a few friends out there. Besides, the most important thing now is to separate the sick from the non-patients so that we can reduce the infection and control the epidemic."

After listening to the english translation by Zulu People, the chief pondered for nearly a minute before loudly announcing something to the crowd around him. Then, the crowd began to whisper.

Soon, a clear cordon was drawn across the east and west sides of the entire Zulu People tribe, dividing the zulu tribe, which was surrounded by mountains, into the north and south by life and death.

Anyone with symptoms of coldness, fever, headache, nausea, vomiting and so on were all gathered in North city, while those who did not show any physical abnormalities temporarily lived in south city.

The separation of family members, for a time, was a howl, and the sound of crying shook the sky. Some mothers even held the sick child and refused to let go, as if they were separated from each other.

This was Gu Nuan's suggestion, and the order was naturally given by the chief. Zulu People, who spoke english, said it was the first time in the history of the chief to listen to the advice of someone other than a sorcerer. This was simply incredible. In the past, there were people in the tribe who were sick, and the chief only listened to the sorcerer.

Of course, Gu Nuan knew it was because she had cured the child last night, and with so many patients now, she couldn't handle it alone.

So, she asked Zulu People for paper and pen, and quickly wrote a letter to Wenren Zhen and the others. There were many sick people in the Zulu People tribe, hundreds of people. She needed not only people, but also a large number of malarial drugs and water to kill mosquitoes.

After writing the letter, Zulu People, who spoke zulu, handed the letter to another young Zulu People and asked him to send it out quickly.

Gu nuan, on the other hand, quickly entered the cordon in North city and began treating these patients with symptoms.

Zulu People, who originally spoke english, was also a symptom-free person and was supposed to live in south city, but in order to help her translate, the young man still took the risk to accompany her to face these patients.

There were too many patients, and it was the coldest time in south africa at the end of july. It was not cold during the day, but it was still cold at night, so most of Zulu People's rooms burned charcoal in winter.

Gu Nuan asked the english speaking Zulu People to gather the wards together and distribute the medicine according to the priority of the situation. If the situation was serious, she would have to check before giving the medicine. If the situation was light, she would have to give a little medicine to wait for her to see.

There were so many patients that she hardly had a rest last night for the village head's children. Facing so many patients today, she naturally did not have a rest.

At noon, she fed the last pill in her hand to the patient, and there was no more medicine available. After all, the medicine she brought in yesterday was so little.

In fact, according to the amount of medicine used by the city people, it was far from enough to give to 20 patients. But because Zulu People had never taken any medicine before, the medicine was very effective. She usually broke the pills apart and gave one to two or even three patients.

When the other patients saw that she was out of medicine, they immediately started to make a noise. Some even saw that the medicine in other people's hands had not been taken and jumped up to snatch it.

Just then, Gu Nuan heard a familiar voice: "Don't rob, I'm here to deliver your medicine."

She turned her head along the sound and saw a familiar figure with a suitcase in her hand, hurrying through the life and death cordon towards her.

Jiang Haoxuan!

For a moment, Gu Nuan was stunned, his quick steps, his slightly anxious expression, and the faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

The next second, he was already in front of her.

"Gu Nuan."

"Jiang Haoxuan?"

Gu Nuan looked at him doubtfully.

"Why are you here?"

Jiang Haoxuan smiled helplessly.

"I don't know any senior officials in south africa. There's nothing else I can do. I can only come and deliver your medicine."

Don't know senior officials? Gu Nuan pondered for a moment and understood.

She wrote a letter and sent it out. There was an urgent need for malarial medicine, and the medicine they brought was far from enough to cure the disease. Naturally, they had to find more medicine.

If you go to Poirot quarner pharmacy to buy so many malarial medicines, you will definitely attract attention, and the speed is probably not fast.

Wenren Zhen was probably the only one who could do this. After all, he wanted to bid for the chromium mine. He had been in contact with officials from many departments in Poirot quarner, and they knew that he was a big entrepreneur from china, so they would give him some face.

"Thank you for the medicine,"

Gu Nuan took a deep breath and said to Jiang Haoxuan,

"This is a patient area. All of these patients are suffering from malaria, and it's a highly contagious disease. You should go to safety."

"No, I'm here to help you."

Jiang Haoxuan looked at Gu Nuan and said,

"You'll be very tired by yourself. I'll help you, and you'll be more relaxed."

"But these are all malarial patients. If you get it, it will be very troublesome, and the infection is very fast. You should go to a safe place to live."

Jiang Haoxuan seemed especially calm.

"Everyone is equal. You are not afraid of the malarial infection. What am I afraid of as a man?

Gu Nuan smiled at his words. Well, since he insisted, it would be better if she had a helper.

Jiang Haoxuan brought the medicine in, but there weren't many that directly treated the disease, and it was more preventive, and the preventive medicine, gu nuan, had asked the english speaking Zulu People to share it with those who were not sick.

There was not much medicine. In order for everyone to eat a little, Gu Nuan had to divide a pill into eight parts and let everyone take one first. She believed that such a small amount could also be useful to them who had never taken it before.

In the evening, Gu Nuan felt tired and hungry, and he could hardly hold on.

Jiang Haoxuan looked at her and couldn't help but feel sorry for her.

"Gu Nuan, take a break. Leave the rest to me. I'll give them the medicine."

During the break, Zulu People, who spoke english, brought Gu Nuan some food similar to corn cakes and some hot soup, which contained only a few pieces of green vegetables.

Jiang Haoxuan frowned at the food and said,

"Gu Nuan, you worked so hard, so they gave you this?"

Gu Nuan smiled and said:

"I asked for it myself. The meat they made tasted so bad that I couldn't eat it. Besides, I didn't know what kind of animal they were beating, so it was better not to eat it."

Jiang Haoxuan didn't say anything after hearing her say that. With her, the two of them quietly ate a staple food similar to corn cakes and drank hot soup.

After eating, she rested for a few minutes, then went to see the patients, especially those who were seriously ill. She took the medicine once during the day, and now needed the second time, but they had no medicine to distribute.

Because there was no medicine left, a lot of people came to besiege Gu Nuan and the others. Jiang Haoxuan shielded her behind and faced the besieging of these patients. He explained to them over and over again that he had sent someone to buy the medicine. The medicine was on the way to the hospital and told them to calm down.

Without any medicine to treat the disease, Gu Nuan used all the traditional chinese medicine potions that her father had prepared for her to clear the heat and detoxify. The indigo root, honeysuckle, etc.

There was no need to care about how much water was mixed with the potions. After all, several large buckets were flushed, and the patients were given a large spoon to share, so that each of them could drink a bowl.

"Can these indigo root and prunella vulgaris cure malaria?" Jiang Haoxuan asked her in a low voice.

Gu Nuan shook his head.

"No, but right now, if you tell them that there is no medicine left, they will lose hope, and the patient will attack faster without hope, and the situation will be worse."

"Indigo root, honeysuckle and so on may not be able to cure the disease, but they can give them hope, and these are not poisons that ordinary people can eat.

"People can only live in a hopeful environment. If there is no hope at all, it is really difficult to live."

"Sometimes, human will works better than medicine!"

When she said this, Jiang Haoxuan quietly looked at her and then quietly helped her.

Zulu People, who spoke english, boiled the water. Gu nuan and Jiang Haoxuan unwrapped all the potions one by one and poured them into several buckets.

After mixing the ingredients, Jiang Haoxuan and the english speaking Zulu People carried them to the large room where the patients were gathered. Gu Nuan took a spoon and gave them a share.

The three buckets of water went down and almost everyone drank half a bowl. The agitated mood was slightly better, and with Gu Nuan's encouragement and comfort, they all went back to the house to rest.

After work, it was already evening. Gu nuan, Jiang Haoxuan and the english speaking Zulu People returned to a small room. The three of them sat against the wall and took a nap.

Exhausted but unable to sleep, Jiang Haoxuan muttered to himself,

"What if Wenren Zhen can't find the medicine?"

Gu Nuan did not answer this question and did not know how to answer it.

How many of these patients would have escaped death if they could not find the medicine in time?

Can she and Jiang Haoxuan walk out of this mysterious and ancient land safely?