The unlucky guy was reborn as a lucky girl from a farm

There was a sound of hurried footsteps coming towards Zhao Jincheng.

It was the unique sound of footsteps of yamen runners wearing official boots.

Zhao Jincheng knew that another patient was sent in. He sighed, stood up, and put the bedding he had taken out of the tent back. Tonight was destined to be a sleepless night.

Just as the bailiff was about to wake up the two doctors, Zhao Jincheng quickly made a gesture to silence them and looked at Ni'er who was sleeping soundly.

The bailiff understood that Doctor Zhao was afraid of waking up his apprentice. They were indeed tired after a long day, and it would be good to let the child sleep a little longer. How could he be forced to work day and night? Even adults could not stand it.

Zhao Jincheng stretched out his hand and signaled the bailiff to lead the way. It was not appropriate to talk here, and they should wait until they were farther away from here before talking. They must not wake Ni'er up, as she needed to sleep right now. If she was delayed, she might not grow taller in the future.

Although she may not care much about it, as her master, I can't just ignore it.

Try to walk as lightly as possible. The yamen runners saw that Doctor Zhao valued Ni'er, so they walked much more quietly.

A quiet and peaceful night is now a luxury.

Zhao Jincheng looked back. He was now quite far away from Ni'er, so she probably couldn't hear what he was saying.

"How many people are you sending?"

The yamen runner frowned, "Three, there is no room in the tent anymore, so we have to arrange for everyone to stay outside."

Before, only one or two patients were sent here at a time, and some, like Erwazi, still had someone to take care of them. But this time there were three patients alone, and the situation was not good.

It seems that the dosage of the pills made for them is too small, and they have to use the medicine boiled in a big pot. This can only help them resist for a while, but I'm afraid that the medicinal materials are not enough.

Zhao Jincheng had seen the place where the county magistrate stored medicinal materials before, and it seemed to be barely enough at the time. But now there are too many sick people, and not only them but other healthy people also need to take medicine. This makes it a bit difficult.

It is extremely difficult to find large quantities of medicinal materials nowadays.

Not only are there not enough medicinal materials, there is also not enough manpower. There are more and more patients here, and even if I don't sleep for a day, I still can't finish the work.

"Brother Yamen, may I ask if anyone who can help you has been found?"

The bailiff shook his head.

"At this critical moment, no one dares to come to help, for fear of contracting the disease. Even if I offer money, no one will agree. My life is almost gone, so what's the point of money?"

Zhao Jincheng knew this would be the result, but he couldn't rest day or night. If he kept working, his body wouldn't be able to bear it.

If the disease is infected, the patients here can no longer be taken care of, and the burden will fall on Ni'er alone. How can such a young child be allowed to carry such a heavy burden? This will not work.

"Is there no other way? We are short of manpower right now, so I'd like to trouble the yamen runner to help us."

Zhao Jincheng bowed and saluted.

The yamen runner was a little surprised when he saw Doctor Zhao saluting him, and he quickly returned the salute. He couldn't afford Doctor Zhao's salute. He was a doctor who saved the dying and healed the wounded, and he could bring people back to health with his miraculous hands. How could a small yamen runner like him afford to accept it? "I'll think of a way to report it to the higher-ups."

Zhao Jincheng lowered his head and said, "Thank you."

"You're too polite, Doctor Zhao. This is what I should do."

As they were talking, they had already arrived at where the patient was.

The three people were not too close to each other, so there was some straw on the ground to make it softer and more breathable.

Because of the high fever, I have no strength.

One of them looked relatively healthy.

Not satisfied with the conditions here at all.

He refused to let Doctor Zhao get close to him.

"I won't be cured. You don't need to feel my pulse. Put some straw under my body. Are you going to wrap me up and throw me into the mass grave?"

"It can also save you some medicinal materials, and it can save the doctor some energy. It's better to die, it's better to die."

The yamen runner felt a headache when he saw him. There was nothing good to put under him at that time. Others did the same. Otherwise, they would have to lie directly on the ground, which was uncomfortable and cold.

Although it is summer, sleeping directly on the ground will still make you sick. If you are already infected with the disease and then you are picky and don't take care of your body, it will not be easy to recover.

"We don't have that many beddings here. Besides, it's so hot in the summer, straw would be more comfortable."

The man had said so many words and was obviously overwhelmed. He gasped for a while and stretched his neck.

"It's comfortable, why don't you use it? Let me use it. You...you are just bullying me."

The yamen runner didn't want to get entangled with the patient, which would make him unhappy and affect his condition. If he really died, it would be a disaster for him.

"We also lay our foundation on straw, and this is the only condition."

I didn’t say the rest. If he didn’t want to, he could just lie on the ground. After thinking about it, I decided not to provoke him.

The man had nothing to say. He looked at the yamen runners for a few times. He was sick and upset, always looking for something to do, and he was doubtful whether they really slept on the straw at night.

He glanced at the nearest tent and said, "I see there is a tent here, why don't you let me stay in it? You must think that I can't be saved, and it would be troublesome to live in it and then vacate it, right?"

The yamen runner had a terrible headache. It was rare to see someone so energetic even though he was so sick. It would be better if he could be quieter. He really wanted to knock him out so that the doctor could take his pulse.

I took a deep breath and didn't want to argue with him. There was no point in arguing with someone who was infected with the disease and didn't know whether he would have a tomorrow.

"There are already people in the tent. It's first come, first served. There are only a few of them. If others don't need it, we can arrange for you to go in."

"Besides, the weather is so hot now that there is no room to stay in the tents. It is very stuffy and many people are sleeping outside."

When the man heard this, he felt that there was some truth in what he said, but he still felt uncomfortable. Looking at the tents that others had but he didn't, he felt dizzy and his eyes could hardly open, but his mouth was still opening and closing stiffly.

"No need, what do you mean by no need? I won't live in a place where people have died."

The yamen runner was not so good-tempered and had been here to chat with him.

“It’s possible that we won’t be able to live there.”

"This is not something you should worry about. Look at others. The doctor has already taken their pulse. Don't you want to see a doctor and take medicine?"

"If you take the medicine, you may get better. If you don't take the medicine..."

The bailiff did not say anything else. Everyone understood the power of the epidemic. There had been smoke coming out of a place for the past few days, but everyone was very secretive about it and did not dare to mention it.

There were quite a few people who died of the plague. Some of them had no time to receive treatment, and after they died they didn't even have a coffin. They were directly burned to ashes. In the eyes of these people, this was just grinding bones and scattering ashes, which was a big taboo. No one wanted to have this fate.

Zhao Jincheng had already felt the pulse of the two men and came to the man. "Why don't you want to take the medicine?"