Infinite Disaster Survival

"Can you understand this picture?" The patrolling soldier was full of pride.

Wen Zheng carefully flipped through the booklet in his hand and continued to inquire about the specific situation of the rebel army. He was more and more certain that there must be someone in the rebel army who knew some knowledge that would only be studied and summarized in modern times, but he was still not sure from which special channel.

After taking out everything the soldier knew, Wen Zheng took out three pieces of dried meat as thick as fingers from his arms. The soldier couldn't help swallowing his saliva, but still refused Wen Zheng and carefully pointed out the way to the city.

Now the city is short of people. The leader in the city has notified that no matter who wants to inquire, they must be fooled over. Whether they are seeking survival or sabotage, there are people over there to deal with them.

The soldier sent Wen Zheng away and continued to patrol in the fields. Anyone who saw a strange face would take the initiative to approach and talk.

However, during this period, few people came in from other prefectures. It is estimated that the outsiders have spread the news that the places occupied by the rebels have become hell on earth. The locals who can be met at ordinary times are basically hiding.

After wandering around for a long time without meeting anyone, he beat the gongs and drums to spread the news. As the sun got hotter, the soldier found a shade to rest. He took off the water bottle from his waist and wanted to drink water, but when he took it out, he found a small bag tied to the water bottle. At a glance, it was the three pieces of dried meat.

When did that person hang the things up?

The soldier did not notice it, but he knew that this person was unusual. After returning, he reported the news to the higher-ups.

In ancient times, the speed of transmitting news was not easy to increase, and it was indeed not extremely urgent. Therefore, when the news was transmitted to the prefecture, Wen Zheng had already arrived in the prefecture for many days, and the news that someone had taught a prescription for treating epidemics and it was proven to be effective also arrived at the same time.

Wen Zheng taught the prescriptions on the way to the city. It took several days to verify the effect of the prescriptions. These few days were enough for the rebels to guess that the person who taught the prescriptions had come to the city and arranged for people to pass the prescriptions to the remaining territories. The rest of the news was temporarily delayed for later processing.

After the rebels occupied the city, they did not work in the government office, but divided the government office into a place for people with epidemic diseases to receive treatment and live. Although the leader of the rebels was not infected, he also accompanied the patients inside. After Wen Zheng arrived in the city, he went around several times and found that the rebels did treat those patients well, so the patients' desire to survive and confidence here were the highest.

After the news of the prescription was confirmed to have been transmitted to the city, it took only a quarter of an hour. The rebels posted notices in many places in the city, and literate people read them aloud.

This notice is to thank the person who taught the prescription and prepare a thank-you gift, and also to hope that this highly capable doctor can stay and give some advice to the doctors in the rebel army. He is willing to pay the doctor generously to study the treatment methods of several common and difficult diseases.

In the small room where the medicine soup was boiled in the government office, a middle-aged man in his forties looked down at the boy who was as tall as his shoulders and whispered: "Can this lead the doctor out?"

"Of course, other methods are needed..." The boy wore a mask made of cloth on his face, and his expression could not be seen, but his exposed eyes were particularly bright.

After the medicine soup was boiled, the boy called the soldiers standing outside. The patients who heard the noise spontaneously lined up in the yard, waiting for the soldiers to deliver the soup to them. The prescription that has been adjusted many times is extremely mild, and most patients can take effect after drinking two consecutive meals.

After the doctors in the rebel army took the pulses of the patients one by one, they went to explain the situation to their leader and praised the doctor who took out the prescription. This prescription was enough to distinguish the medical skills of the person who prescribed it.

The young man in the room held the news that had just been delivered. After reading it, a few traces of anger flashed across his face, and he read out the contents one by one.

It turned out that outside the city they occupied, this prescription for treating epidemics had become the result of the imperial doctors in the palace. It sounded like the court really didn't want any face at all.

This kind of talk can deceive ordinary ancient people. The people in this room are the current core members of the rebel army. Some people believe it. I don't know why others are so angry.

The young man explained the doorway in detail.

First of all, this prescription was really developed by the court, so they would not make the prescription public and let the prescription spread to their rebel army. Secondly, according to the news, the team that the court should have sent out to provide disaster relief and rescue was still on the way. The prescriptions first appeared among the victims, and the court team arrived, and then the news was announced. The time did not match.

At this point, the young man handed the several prescriptions attached to the letter to the doctor. The doctor first praised and discussed in a low voice. Even people with different pharmacology could understand that the prescriptions had been changed several times. These were adjustments that could only be made based on the actual conditions of the patients. It would never be the credit of the court.

The rebels were excited. Such a miracle doctor would naturally try their best to pull him into their team.

They were eager to fight, and finally suppressed their excitement. They acted according to the leader's instructions, and they were bound to let the miracle doctor see their sincerity and the shamelessness of the court.

So, the new notice was posted everywhere in the city again, and a few new items were added in addition to the original content. First, he denounced the imperial court for shamelessly grabbing the credit, and then he tried his best to persuade them that they would invite the miracle doctor for advice with the highest treatment, and that they would definitely use the prescriptions developed by the miracle doctor to cure diseases and save lives, rather than to fight for power and profit.

Wen Zheng hid in the abandoned and vacant yard. Whenever he went out, he could hear people talking about this matter. The worrying epidemic had a solution, and with the encouragement of those who were interested, all ordinary people were a little curious whether the miracle doctor would appear.

This public opinion technique was quite powerful.

Some people who recovered from the disease left the government office and went home. They also learned from the doctors' praise of the miracle doctor when discussing the prescription. The topic that had been declining in momentum became popular again. Wen Zheng still did not appear. He wanted to make the personality of the miracle doctor more stable and to see what other methods the rebels could use.

Several people in the study of the government office were anxious. They couldn't even sit still on the chair. They said with a worried face: "Boss, why haven't we made any movement in a few days? The miracle doctor would have left us a long time ago. The brothers who sent him out to talk about it these days are almost hoarse."

While speaking, his hands kept waving. He was about to stand up when he was excited, but was fixed by the boss's eyes and sat back in his chair obediently.

The others were not so excited, but they had similar ideas. They talked at once until their boss rubbed his temples with a headache, and then waved his hand to signal them to shut up: "Post this notice again. If there is no movement within a day, there is no need to send anyone out again."

"What is it written this time? Let me take a look first..."

"Read it to us!"

"There are extra notices. Each person can take one. If you don't understand it, it means you haven't learned to read well recently. From tomorrow on, your homework will be doubled."

There were several more wails in the house. After realizing that they had confessed, they shut up immediately. Even if they didn't understand it, they had to pretend to understand it. Without waiting for the boss to speak, they hurriedly found an excuse to take the notice and leave.

The latest notice announced the new medicine developed by the rebels. The method of making it was not announced, but the corresponding diseases that can be treated were available.

As it happened, after the news was passed from the prefectural city, there were patients in the villages around the prefectural city who had not yet contracted dysentery. They were carried into the city by their clansmen and asked for medicine from the rebels. The effect was very good and the effect was very fast, which surprised the onlookers.

Wen Zheng saw the bottle of freshly made allicin in the crowd. In ancient times, it could be called a miracle drug. In modern times, it is often listed as a necessary knowledge for traveling through ancient times.

After the medicine took effect, Wen Zheng, who had simply modified his face, took the initiative to squeeze in, first took the patient's pulse, and then snatched the bottle with a little allicin left. As expected, he was pointed at by everyone.

"Hmph..." Wen Zheng snorted lightly, waved his sleeves, and looked like a strange-tempered miracle doctor. He held the porcelain bottle in his hand and found the nearest notice. After the notice was removed, the rebels immediately appeared and took him to the nearest government office.

When Wen Zheng started to move, the onlookers kept looking at him with their eyes, and there were all kinds of speculations in their hearts. When Wen Zheng stood up and walked out, the crowd made way for him. They watched him take down the notice and was escorted to the government office by soldiers. They stopped suppressing their excitement and started a heated discussion.

"That medicine is really effective. Oh, if only we could buy it."

"The rebels are so good to the people. It shouldn't be too difficult to sell the medicine. I just don't know how much it costs. I'm afraid I can't afford it. Speaking of which, the medicine for treating epidemics is better. It uses ordinary medicinal materials. If it were the world in previous years, we could have pieced together a few of them."

"Is that the one we're looking for the miracle doctor these days?"

"Just look at his posture and momentum. He's the only one who dared to take down the notice on the wall these days. He must be a miracle doctor."

"Thanks to him, we can save our lives."

At this point, everyone looked at each other. Most of them had the epidemic. Even if they were lucky enough not to have it, it was impossible for all their relatives and friends to survive. Now we can stand here and chat, thanks to the rebels and the miracle doctor, we should find a way to thank them for their kindness. "

So a group of people followed behind, all the way to the government office.

In the government office, the core figures of the rebels heard the news and waited inside, each of them wanted to see what the miracle doctor who was finally invited looked like.

As the footsteps approached, each of them tried to straighten their expressions and stood in front of the hall waiting for the arrival of the miracle doctor.

The middle-aged man among them coughed a few times, and immediately stood up to greet Wen Zheng when he appeared.