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For the plague, there is a very apt analogy.

When waking up in the morning and seeing a snowflake falling outside the window through the window, the outside world is often covered with snow.

For the people of Taiyuan Prefecture, their lives have completely changed in just a few days.

On the street, there are no enthusiastic street vendors, no shopkeepers carrying loads, and no newsboys holding newspapers.

Many shops on both sides of the street were closed, only the shops selling daily necessities such as firewood, rice, oil, salt, and medicine shops had long queues.

All queuers are wearing masks, and people are separated by two arms, and no one dares to jump in line.

The reason is very simple, the yamen servants and soldiers of the township department standing at the door of the store are scanning the team with sharp eyes.

Leave a way, let a way!

Shouts came from across the street. Two medical staff in white uniforms and ward armbands, carrying a stretcher, walked out of the residential area and walked quickly to the open cart in the ward.

A dying young man was lying on a stretcher. His hands and feet were covered with lumps and black spots, his eyes were red, and pink foam remained at the corners of his mouth.

Ho ho—

Unconscious, the man raised his arms in vain, asking for help from the crowd on the opposite side of the street, but the next second, he coughed violently, sprayed a lot of blood foam from his mouth, and shrank into a ball,

After a while, the eyelids fluttered up and down and closed completely.

The two medical staff paused and pressed the man's neck through thick gloves. After confirming that there was no response, they decisively took out a large waterproof oil paper bag from the convertible scooter.

And use the hemp rope to pass through the dead man's neck and under the thigh, and put him together with the hemp rope without touching the man, and put him in an oiled paper bag. And tie the mouth of the oil paper bag.

The movements are skillful, as if the butcher shop owner is loading meat for customers.

Da Lang!

An elderly couple chased them out from the residential area, their voices were extremely distressed, and they went straight to the oil paper bag on the ground, Dalang, how can we live if you are dead, take us away too! Dalang!

But before he touched the oil paper bag, he was held up by the yamen servant with a water and fire stick.

The medical staff on the side persuaded the yamen servant Haosheng to persuade the elderly couple to leave, let them sit in another flatbed carriage, and drive to the isolation ward outside the city.

After the vehicle had left, a yamen servant approached and said loudly, Did you see this? The deceased just ignored the epidemic prevention regulations four days ago and secretly had a drinking party with several friends.

And two days later, after learning that one of the friends at the party was diagnosed with plague, he still concealed it.

The final result is that not only did he get sick and died, but his parents, brothers and sisters who were at home with him also became close contacts, and they were all at risk of suffering from the plague!

You can deceive the yamen, yamen servants, and officials for a while, but you can't deceive the plague!

Reporting the situation in time is not only responsible for yourself, but also for your relatives, friends, and neighbors!

The hoarse shout that was repeated countless times echoed in the street.

cough--

Among the crowd in line, someone couldn't help covering his mouth and coughing softly.

The people in line at the front and back of him all changed their expressions, and immediately retreated, clearing a circle.

I'm not, I'm not!

The man who was coughing hurriedly explained, but he still couldn't stop the servants from pulling him out of the line and dragging him onto the cart. Take off the mask and check for blood foam on it.

Similar situations happened in various urban areas of Taiyuan Prefecture.

In the temporary laboratory set up by the prefect's mansion, He Fanshuang, who hurried to Taiyuan, saw Li Ang with red eyes.

This is the soil samples collected from various places in the Dongjun Building of the Xuegong, and I brought them to you.

He Fanshuang carefully looked at the bloodshot eyes in Li Ang's eyes, frowned and asked, How long have you not slept?

It's okay, I just slept in the early morning. Now I can sleep for three hours a day.

Li Ang yawned, but did not explain that he was relying on Mosi to hold on.

The process of refining streptomycin was still not going well, and Li Ang had to ask the Academy to send some soil samples collected from special places (such as a hundred thousand barren mountains, endless sea islands) through the close-knit worm, trying to find usable streptomyces from them.

It's three hours, but I'm sleepy and awake, half dreaming and half awake. In fact, two hours of rest in a day may not be enough.

Qiu Feng, who was wearing a white coat and goggles, angrily exposed Li Ang's lies, and reached out to take the heavy iron box handed over by He Fanshuang, Fan Shuang, please persuade him, if you continue to suffer like this, you will have to pay for it if you don't get sick. Boil to death.

I can't persuade him. The next time you use the worm to make a call, just ask Cuiqiao who is still in Chang'an to answer. He will still listen.

He Fanshuang shook his head, How is the situation in the city?

.Honestly, it sucks.

Li Ang was silent for a moment, then said: The onset of the plague is too fast and violent, whether it is bubonic plague, pneumonic plague, or septicemia-type plague, patients will die soon after showing symptoms.

I asked the newspapers and periodicals in the city to publish information about the plague every day, to popularize the dangers of the plague, the way it spreads, and how to prevent it.

In addition to the dead and suspected patients brought out of residential areas every day,

The people of Taiyuan finally understood the horror of the plague, unlike at first, they thought it was just an ordinary, small-scale disease similar to autumn malaria.

However, it is one thing for the public to understand the dangers of the disease, and quite another to be lucky.

Li Ang said to He Fanshuang with a wry smile: I divided the isolation ward into several levels, corresponding to severe patients, mild patients, suspected patients, epidemic prevention patients, and non-plague patients.

Each ward corresponds to a different degree of medical condition.

If everything goes according to my plan, then the chain of human-to-human transmission can be cut off in the first place.

But for the public, they only know that if a person is taken away for isolation, there is a high probability that they will not be able to return. Life and death is death.

So much so that in order to prevent themselves or their family members from being taken away and quarantined, they devised various ways to resist the yamen.

For example, let children serve as sentinels in the streets and alleys. Whenever there are yamen servants who are visiting from house to house, they will whistle to notify the neighbors.

Let the people hide their coughing patients in wardrobes, water tanks, or under the bed boards.

Take the neighbors as a unit, deceive the government servants, and prevent them from taking away patients, and at the same time don't let themselves be taken away for isolation.

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He Fanshuang commented: It's deceiving.

It's human nature.

Li Ang shook his head and said: If a patient in the family dies, some people will hide or abandon the body.

For example, throwing the dead body on the road, on the roof, in the ditch, and hiding it in the haystack.

They think that they don't have to go to the isolation ward.

Even, they would smash the face of the corpse with stones, so that the government officials could not distinguish the identity of the plague deceased, so that they could not trace the family members of the deceased.