Emperor Ming Dynasty

Chapter 33 Plague Camp

"No, I feel fine."

"vomit--"

As soon as the man finished speaking, he turned his head and spat out a mouthful of blood, and he seemed to feel a lot more relaxed.

Li Yuan and Zhang Zidong's faces turned pale immediately.

"It's okay, I feel comfortable after vomiting, I think I should be fine soon!"

"Raise your arms and have a look!" Zhu Yixi squinted, took a step away, and asked.

"Oh!" The man raised his hand, revealing his thin arms, and there were small bumps under his armpits, which were bright red.

"This is?" Zhu Yixi asked.

"I don't know, anyway, I just feel itchy and scratch hard."

The man said helplessly: "There seems to be a nucleus inside, and then it swells up, then itches, and occasionally vomits blood."

"Where's your family?" Zhu Yixi frowned.

"So do they!"

"Mr. Li Qian!"

"Subordinates are here!"

"Go in and check to see if it's true!"

"Well, inspector, this must be a plague!" Li Yuan looked embarrassed.

"What are you afraid of, I'll go in with you."

Zhu Yixi said displeased: "This is what we do, what are we afraid of!"

"Yes!" Li Yuan lowered his head helplessly, biting the bullet and entering.

Zhu Yixi sneered, put on the mask, wrapped her clothes tightly, and followed.

Entering the room, there are very few furniture, dilapidated houses, and a surviving family.

Immediately, the two left the room and drew a circle with a Chinese ink pen on the door.

"I'm fine." The man said repeatedly, then vomited a mouthful of light blood, then tilted his head and fell down, unconscious.

"Inspector, this family?" Li Yuan asked rather fearfully.

"I got the plague, there is no way to save it!"

Zhu Yixi shook his head and said helplessly.

"Let's go, continue to inspect!"

"Ah?" Li Yuan and Zhang Zidong were taken aback. They thought it was just a show, but they didn't expect it to be true.

"Inspector, we are Shangguan, how did we do this?" Zhang Zidong trembled, his eyes wandering.

"Then what are you doing?" Zhu Yixi asked strangely: "These 2000 people are no exceptions. They are all for the prevention of the plague, and you and I can't get away from it."

"This—" the two looked at each other, their eyes full of fear, and said hesitantly: "Inspector, we have something at home, I'm afraid we can't continue."

"Oh? What's the matter?" Zhu Yixi asked with great interest.

"My aunt is pregnant!"

"My son is getting married—"

The two said something in a hurry, and then ran away in a panic.

"Remember, take a shower when you get back, don't get infected with the plague."

Zhu Yixi reminded that the two ran faster.

"Those who want to fuck me? No way!"

Putting down the vermilion pen, Zhu Yixi couldn't help laughing.

Immediately, he came to the military camp in the wild, took the remaining more than 1000 people to the General Medical Office, and received masks.

He ordered in a deep voice: "You 500 people, follow the pattern of the General Medical Administration to make stretchers without stopping for a moment."

"The remaining 1000 people, tell me, take a pen and knock on the door one by one. Those who have the plague should draw circles on the door frame."

"Remember, each team is a team, and the leader of the team must not be sloppy."

Immediately, the team set off in a mighty way, knocking on doors and inquiring from door to door.

Of course, it is mainly the managers in the city, such as the head of the square and the head of the chamber, who are responsible for guiding and leading the way.

"In the city is called Fang, near the city is called Xiang."

The city management of the Ming Dynasty was very mature.

The head of the square and the chamber is generally served by a well-to-do wealthy household. Several shops are set up under the square and the chamber. Each shop has three or five shop heads and firemen.

So, basically just ask the patient, check how the patient is doing, and then draw a circle.

Even so, there are 10 people in the city of Xi'an, about [-] households, nearly [-] people, and it takes a whole day to finish the painting.

The five hundred people who sprinkled lime were even more exhausted, so they simply let the government servants take the residents directly to sprinkle around their homes.

In this way, I worked hard for two days and spent two thousand limes.

Zhu Yixi couldn't stop either.

Of course he understands the contagiousness and danger of the plague, and there is no specific medicine now, so he can only take the simplest method - isolation.

Isolate all the patients out of Xi'an and let them fend for themselves.

But if there is no square cabin hospital, the only way to make do is to use military camps.

So, he rushed to the governor's mansion and explained his request.

Sun Chuanting was extremely decisive, he had no choice between the people of the city and the patients, and said directly:
"I'll let people vacate the barracks immediately, and I'll give you two thousand shi of food and medicinal materials, and try to cure their plague as much as possible."

As he spoke, he sighed heavily, and said, "No matter how bad it is, you can still be a dead ghost."

"Of course!" Zhu Yixi nodded emphatically, and then left.

On the third day of his patrol, Zhu Yixi ordered two thousand soldiers to move all the patients who could not walk to an empty barracks on stretchers.

Then, the civilians who were forced to draw a circle at the gate also turned around and placed in the other half of the barracks.

At that time, about ten thousand people were forced to leave their homes, and the city of Xi'an was full of crying and howling. Patients, men and women, all felt that their death was not far away, and the consequences were unpredictable.

But Zhu Yixi remained unmoved. If he does not deal with it now, hundreds of thousands of people will suffer in the future.

The people who were not sick were relieved. The departure of the source of the disease gave them a sense of security.
"A bunch of trash—" Zuo Xie sat on the teacher's chair, looked at Li Yuan and Zhang Zidong who bowed their heads, and cursed repeatedly:

"Isn't it just some plague? Why did you run back? You may not get it."

"Chief soldier, you can't gamble on this matter." Li Yuan bowed his head and said in a low voice, "It's about my family and my life. I'd rather eat and wait to die than go to that plague camp."

"Plague Camp?"

"Everyone calls it a plague camp, and it must not be contaminated."

Zhang Zidong hurriedly said: "General soldier, the strength of that battalion is not enough, it's not as good as hundreds of soldiers!"

"That's what the governor values."

Zuo Xi hesitated a little, his anger dissipated a lot, thousands of stragglers were really not worth it, then he said: "Forget it, let's drink flower wine—"

Immediately, several people went out excitedly, and many common people, with their families, were driven away by the guards.

Others, lying on burdens, were carried by soldiers, and left quickly.

"What's going on here?" Zuo Yan was startled, and hurriedly asked the servants beside him.

"My lord, I heard that these people all got the plague, or someone in their family got the plague and died, and they were driven out of Xi'an city by that surname Zhu."

The butler sighed:
"That's pretty good. Without these people, Xi'an will be safe."

"Unlucky——" Zuo Yan was taken aback, looking at the patients who were only a few steps away, his face was pale, he hurriedly turned around, and hurried back home: "Close the door quickly, he is so unlucky, how come there are so many patients."

Li Yuan and Zhang Zidong glanced at each other, then hurriedly knocked on the door and said, "General Soldier, open the door quickly, we are still outside!"

"Open the door—"

"Squeak-"

Only then did the side door open, and the two hurried in.

"You are right, this plague camp is terrible!"

Zuo Yan said seriously.

(End of this chapter)