Chapter 533

"I know." Lin Guyu slowly took back his hand, reached out to take out the book, and took a charcoal pen to record on it.

After recording, Lin Guyu looked seriously at Lu Ziyu and asked, "do you have any discomfort in your body?"

Hearing Lin Guyu say so, Lu Ziyu's chest seemed to be blocked by something. He was so miserable that he swallowed a mouthful of saliva nervously and coughed twice. "There were a lot of red spots on his body."

Lin Guyu's eyebrows gently twisted, looked at Xiaocui around, casually asked, "are you not sick?"

"Her name is Xiaocui. She's from this village." Lu Ziyu body back, away from Lin Guyu a little bit, afraid to infect her, "you'd better hurry, or you'll catch the plague."

Lin Guyu lightly pursed his lower lip and frowned, "if the plague here is under control, surely there won't be plague in other places?"

The expression on Lu Ziyu's face is tiny, sad ground is looking at Lin Guyu, light pursed lips, "as long as you live good, tube so many do what?"

Lin Guyu's silver needle burned on the flame of the candle, and then it pierced Lu Ziyu's body.

"Now tell me about the plague, and I'll see if there's any other way." Lin Guyu sighed and said lightly, "I'm like this now. I can't go out at all. Those soldiers may let me out."

"You..." Lu Ziyu is about to be angry to death by Lin Guyu. It's so dangerous here. Why is she still here?

This time, knowing that he couldn't leave the village alive, he would find someone outside to help him write a letter and pass it to Lin Guyu.

She didn't want to. When she died, Lin Guyu didn't know what he wanted.

In fact, he just wanted Lin Guyu to understand his mind.

Since childhood, he has devoted himself to medical skills, and knows little about emotional matters.

But it never occurred to him that he just missed the one he loved most.

"You'd better speak quickly." Lin Guyu takes out the book and looks at Lu Ziyu seriously. Her serious attitude makes Lu Ziyu seem to see her at first sight.

Lu Ziyu sighed a long time. It is estimated that Chi hang could not stop her. Now it is useless for him to say anything. He can only tell Lin Guyu about the plague.

It seems that the person who has the plague has a fever for ten days, and then has a rash on his body, which is estimated to be half a month.

Then the skin of the patient with the plague began to fester. When the skin of the person was almost festering, the person died.

It takes less than two months from onset to death.

"Did you get the rash today?" Lin Guyu looked at Lu Ziyu seriously and said solemnly.

Lu Ziyu nodded hesitantly and sighed helplessly. "I'm already very careful. I don't know how to get it."

Some of the pestilence may be spread through the air. Lin Guyu still wears a mask on his face, but he hasn't taken it off. There are many medicinal materials hidden in the mask.

Lin Guyu slowly stood up and looked at Lu Ziyu. Lin Guyu was not sure what disease these people had.

What makes people feel strange is that Xiaocui Mingming contacts those people every day. Why doesn't she get sick?

"Xiaocui, where are your parents?" Lin Guyu squatted in front of Xiaocui, with a light smile on the corner of his mouth.

Speaking of this, Xiaocui's head drooped and said wrongly, "my parents are no longer here. I'm the only one left at home!"

The whole family is dead, leaving Xiaocui alone, but Xiaocui is still well.

"Give me your hand and I'll feel your pulse." Lin Guyu looks at Xiaocui with a smile and says softly.

Xiaocui looks at Lu Ziyu uneasily. She sees Lu Ziyu nodding, hesitantly stretching out her hand, and her big watery eyes look at Lin Guyu seriously.

Lin Guyu squats in the same place and helps Xiaocui feel her pulse carefully. After a while, she releases Xiaocui's hand.

Sure enough, she didn't catch the plague. She is a local here. She should have been exposed to the plague earlier than Lu Ziyu. Why didn't she get the plague?

Can it be that Xiaocui's body has already produced antibodies, so Xiaocui has not been infected.

Lin Guyu thought so, and could not help recalling that if it was like this, the people in this village would be saved.

Looking at Lu Ziyu lying on the ground, thinking that Lu Ziyu had saved her many times, this time when she also passed.

Lu Ziyu was gasping for breath. His whole body was full of embarrassment. His brow was frowning. "Have you ever seen this kind of disease?"

"No, but you can have a try." Lin Guyu said, and directly took out the herbs from the carriage. After thinking for a long time, he began to dispense the medicine and prepare to cook it.

There are only 30 people left in the village. If you want to cook medicine, you only need to cook 30 portions. Fortunately, Xiaocui is OK, otherwise Lin Guyu can't find anyone to help.

Xiaocui is the key person to solve the plague. Lin Guyu prepares everything and begins to cook medicine.

As early as she came, she brought all the medicine jars.

"Your name is Xiaocui, right? Help me with some firewood." Lin Guyu raised his eyes to Xiaocui, and then applied the medicine.

Xiaocui looks at Lin Guyu's neat action, nods in surprise and goes to hold firewood.

After an hour, the smell of medicine wandered in the sky of the whole village.

Lin Guyu took a fan and gently fanned the fire below. From time to time, he flipped the firewood and stewed the herbs.

Xiaocui kneels down beside Lin Guyu, drags her chin, looks at Lin Guyu seriously, and asks in a low voice, "Doctor Lin, does this medicine work?"

"I don't know." Lin Guyu has no bottom in his heart. He looks at Xiaocui and sighs hesitantly, but he doesn't say anything. Then he cooks medicine.

If you burn medicine absently, do you want to use that method to make Xiaocui's blood mix with those patients' blood. Maybe the antibody will be produced in the patients' body, and the patients will be better soon.

When the medicine was ready, Lin Guyu took a bowl and handed it to Lu Ziyu. He said solemnly, "you drink some medicine first, and I'll give the rest to the patients.

Lu Ziyu coughed and pointed to the side yard, "they are all in the side yard."

Lin Guyu chuckled and pursed his lower lip lightly. The corners of his mouth started a faint radian. "OK, you drink the medicine first."

Lin Guyu's voice just fell, saw Lu Ziyu holding a bowl to drink, eyebrows did not blink.

The medicine has just been boiled. Can't he feel the heat?

Just when Lin Guyu doubts, Lu Ziyu has handed the bowl in his hand to Lin Guyu.

Lin Guyu put away the bowl with a smile and went back quietly.

Although Xiaocui is young, her work is still neat. She quickly gives all the people the soup. Those people lie on the ground and have no way to drink. Xiaocui holds them and drinks them.

Lin Guyu also helped them deliver the medicine, but they did not let Lin Guyu touch them one by one, saying that they could not implicate others.

Lin Guyu can only stand at the door. Looking at the patients lying on the ground all over the yard, I feel a little distressed.

Perhaps in their eyes, they would have died long ago, and now they are just surviving.

With a helpless sigh, Lin Guyu walked out slowly.

Aimlessly walking, inadvertently went to the foot of the mountain, looking at the graves over there, a burst of desolation in my heart.

People in a village now live together.

Lin Guyu has a light sadness between her eyes and eyebrows. She doesn't know how these diseases are transmitted, and whether the medicine she uses can cure those people, but the only thing is for sure that Xiaocui can save them.

Lin Guyu sighed helplessly. If there is a mistake, the blood is incompatible, and these patients will die.

"Baa Baa."

Lin Guyu heard a sheep cry, and his mouth couldn't help stirring up.

Hastily took a few drops of sheep's blood, found that a few drops of sheep's blood incompatible.

If you use Xiaocui's blood directly without extracting antibodies, rejection may occur.

"Dr. Lin, what are you doing?" Xiaocui finished feeding the patient and came out of the room, looking at Lin Guyu with a puzzled face.

Lin Guyu reluctantly put the bowl aside and seriously thought about the cableway, "Xiaocui, I have a question, I want to ask you."

"Yes." Xiaocui takes a serious look at Xianglin Guyu and says solemnly.

"Do you eat the same as the residents every day?" Lin Guyu's eyes swept over Xiaocui's body and asked earnestly.

Xiaocui nodded vigorously, "yes, I eat the same as them every day, but my family is poor. I eat grass all this time."

graze?

No, why are Xiaocui's parents dead, but Xiaocui is OK.

"Can you show me what grass you eat?" Lin Guyu thinks it's easy to find an antidote by analyzing Xiaocui's life.

"Good." Xiaocui nods and walks towards their backyard with Lin Guyu. Xiaocui points to the grass on the ground and the row of short grass near the wall. Xiaocui says awkwardly, "in the past, my family was poor, and the grass was a little sweet. I like it very much, but my parents say it's not delicious. They like to pick wild fruits on the mountain and wild vegetables on the mountain."

Lin Guyu squatted down slowly, reached out and pulled up the grass. After a careful look, he still didn't know what the grass was called and looked at Xiaocui suspiciously, "do you like this?"

"Yes, it's sweet." Xiaocui said seriously, "sucking water from the stem, the water is really sweet, just like sugar!"

Lin Guyu lightly pursed his lower lip and looked anxiously at Xiaocui. He seriously asked, "what about your food?"

Xiaocui squatted on the side of the corner, whispered, "there was food at home, but grandma took all the food away and gave it to the second uncle's family, and her parents didn't say anything. The family could only eat wild vegetables hungry."

Every family has its own difficult classics.

At this time, Lin Guyu suddenly felt that Zhou had treated them well. He gave them ten Liang silver instead of grain.

Lin Guyu reached out and touched Xiaocui's head. He pulled up part of the grass and made tea for the patients.