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"Fortunately, it was discovered early and did not spread, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable." Jiqiu directed the soldiers wearing protective masks to distribute a bowl of soup to strengthen the health of the villagers. faster and faster……"

Albang, who was drinking soup at the side, boldly interjected, "The mice in the countryside are much more powerful than the mice in the city. Ordinary rat poison can't kill them at all, and the mousetrap can only catch one at a time. We Rats are often killed, but there are still more and more."

"The natural enemy of mice is cats, and raising one cat in each household will eliminate mice," Jiqiu suggested.

"No, no!" Albon shook his head desperately, a trace of fear flashed in his eyes, "Everyone believes that the Black Death was brought by cats, and the old people in the village have been catching cats."

"Ridiculous." The young doctor's icy voice came from under the mask, "The reason for this situation today is because you overkill cats and the mice have no natural enemies, so they gnaw everywhere."

In the early nineteenth century, a doctor named Louis Simond discovered that the root cause of the Black Death was not cats, but mice.

But this research report is only known to educated people, and it has not been popularized in villages.

"Adrian, don't be angry." Ryan felt the anger on his teacher, and comforted Jiqiu clumsily as he had comforted him before.

Jiqiu calmed down, "It seems that the whole country needs to popularize basic medical knowledge, as well as the source and transmission mode of some infectious diseases. The sanitation situation in Paris is worrying, let alone those remote cities."

"I will order them to rectify when I go back."

The effect of penicillin in treating the Black Death is very weak, just like she used to treat the lung disease of the princess, it needs several injections to remedy it. What can really treat the Black Death and tuberculosis is the streptomycin in the actinomycetes, actinomycetes Comes from soils with low water content and rich organic matter.

Fortunately, most people in this era have never used drugs, and the body's drug resistance is not strong, so the disease can be successfully suppressed.

People in the village are no longer afraid of the plague doctor who is covered in darkness. Occasionally, someone will stick his head out of the window to greet them.

Except for some weak ones, most of the infected people are getting better and no longer coughing up blood, and the bleeding skin has started to clot.

Jiqiu squatted down and held a dog's tail grass to tease a little girl who had just learned how to run. This was the youngest patient among those infected, and there were still a few bruises on her fair, round face.

The little girl's big clear eyes followed the direction of the dog's tail, and in the middle of a pause, the chubby hand grabbed the restless dog's tail, just as she was about to pinch the grass root and stuff it into her mouth. Then another dogtail grass appeared, and she stopped.

At the moment when she was relaxing, the young doctor ruthlessly took away the dogtail grass in her hand, and the two dogtail grass disappeared together.

The little girl blinked her big confused eyes, which were soon filled with mist, and a loud cry sounded in the next second, and everyone in a 20-meter radius all looked this way at the same time.

Suddenly, a thin woman rushed out from the crowd. She picked up the child sitting on the ground, and quickly apologized to Jiqiu, "I'm sorry, Dr. Goetti, Aina has caused you trouble."

The mother didn't see the young man's series of teasing actions at all, and only thought that her daughter was frightened by the terrible beak mask.

"It's all right, Mrs. Conti, are you feeling better?"

Jiqiu didn't feel guilty about bullying the child at all. She asked the patient's recovery in a friendly manner.

"Oh, I feel so much better now apart from some chest pains!"

Mrs. Conti did not expect that the court doctor would remember such a small person as her, and said with a flattered expression, "I never thought that I and Aina would survive, thanks to your selfless help, saving our entire village."

"This is what I should do. It is the duty of a subject to share the worries of His Majesty the King." Jiqiu said modestly.

"Yes, we should all be lucky to have such a king. If it were the former king, we would have died a long time ago!" The man with a beard on his face said loudly.

Soon there was a response from the crowd, and the people who were drinking the medicine raised their cups one by one, "To the king. May His Majesty lead France to move forward!"

Jiqiu looked at the noisy crowd, "How do you feel now?"

"It's a strange feeling." Ryan replied honestly. He touched the rapid heartbeat, "Obviously they haven't really met me, why should they offer their loyalty to me?"

"Because you are their king, as long as they thrive in your territory, they will naturally be full of favor for those who give them favors." Jiqiu said softly.

Ryan realized for the first time his responsibility to belong to the king. He had no sense of belonging to his country before, but because Adrian wanted him to be king, he became king of France.

"Your Majesty will be a good king." It is said that she has confidence in Ryan, but in fact, Jiqiu has confidence in herself, just like when she was the prime minister, she could train the innocent queen to be the most outstanding in the history of England Queen.

"You will always be the end of my pursuit." Ryan stared at the thin back of the young man through the mask.

"You don't have to pay too much attention to me, a little person." In Jiqiu's view, Ryan is good enough, except for a little psychological flaw.

But the flaws do not hide the goodness, he has gradually improved, and she has not seen Ryan's sick state for a long time.

"But, the teacher is the most important person to me." Ryan called out to the teacher in a rare way, which made the young man very happy.

"Your Majesty rarely calls me that, can you call me more?" The young man's teasing tone could be felt through the mask.

Ryan's handsome face under the mask began to heat up, and he felt a little annoyed, and didn't want to pay attention to the young man's teasing.

Jiqiu keenly felt that Ryan was unhappy, but the way he expressed his dissatisfaction was to stick to her back and stick to her.

But she is not the kind of person who can coax children, so she uses Ryan as an assistant for granted, asking him to stir the soup in the big pot on the square with a rolling pin.

Two weeks later, the young doctor sat on a chair and felt the pulse of a middle-aged woman, and the surrounding was so quiet that one could hear each other's breathing.

After a while, she touched the back of her head and unbuttoned the hidden button of the beak mask, revealing that handsome face, "Congratulations, Mrs. Messier."

The villagers burst into cheers. They threw their hats into the air and hugged each other. Many people shed tears of excitement. The villagers who lost their loved ones were stunned for a moment, then breathed a sigh of relief, and left the lively scene with inner sadness. crowd.

The last person infected with the Black Death in Gold Village recovered, and Mr. Lefevere, the squire in charge of the village, patted the shoulder of the court historian beside him vigorously, "Sir, look, we are the first in the world who can cure the Black Death. Dead and sick village, have you written it down!?"

The civil servant pushed his crooked glasses, and said softly, "Don't get too excited, Mr. Lefevere, I will record this history truthfully."

The soldiers who had been guarding the village also took off their masks one after another, breathing in the fresh air. They were almost used to wearing masks on their faces.

"Sir, don't you take off your mask?"

Albon noticed that the only person present was still wearing a mask, and he said enthusiastically, "It's safe now, you don't have to wear this scary mask anymore!"

When the man took off his mask, all the villagers present were stunned, and immediately took off his hat, put it on his chest and knelt down on one knee, "Your Majesty."

When all the people present were quiet, Ryan glanced at the people present calmly, "Guy'an, everyone, congratulations on your recovery. I have experienced dark days with you these few days, during which someone left us , Some people tenaciously passed through the dangerous period, and some people saw the true feelings of the world in this ordeal. It is precisely because of this spirit of not giving up that we finally won the dawn.

I hope that in the days to come, you too can abide by the rules of citizenship;

I hope that the citizens who have lost their loved ones will get out of their grief as soon as possible and welcome a new life;

I hope that everyone can reflect on this incident, resist the source of the disaster, and make the village clean and tidy. "

He finished the last sentence softly, looked at the excited crowd below, "God bless France."

There was a continuous response from the square. Although the king's speech was short, it inspired everyone present.

The people first came into contact with their new king, not from the mouth of bards, not from black and white newspapers, not from nursery rhymes sung by street children, but face to face, the king was no longer a Stereotyped image, but a man with warmth and courage.

They seemed to feel the king's mercy from those emotionless green eyes, and they were all willing to offer their loyalty to him.

When Ryan left, he rode on a white steed. All the villagers in Gould Village came to the entrance of the village, and they shouted farewell. Many children and young girls threw irises picked in the morning to the soldiers on horseback.

Followed by reporters, they vividly recorded this memorable scene, and it was another big news when it was printed.

Ryan's move reversed the impression in the hearts of the citizens. Compared with an indecisive king, they prefer an iron-blooded and warm king. The people of France firmly believe that they have the best monarch, even if the fearful black Death and illness did not make it shrink back, and they still stood with the people.

The remnants of the attempt to restore the Bourbon dynasty were pushed to the guillotine, which aroused the cheers of the audience. The remaining descendants have already understood that no one can replace Philip II in the hearts of the citizens, put themselves in their own shoes, and have no courage to touch those infected Citizens of the Plague.

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