The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

Wu Liande asked Dr. Yao: "Besides this booklet, does Zhao Tangong have any other anti-epidemic measures?"

Doctor Yao nodded: "Yes..."

He told Wu Liande a series of measures in Lugang Town and Lubin Mansion.

Isolation camp, masks, carbolic acid, raw sulfur, alcohol, vinegar, a special drug called antibiotics... Especially thousands of soldiers from the Gray Ax Army, insurance teams, and patrol police cooperated with the isolation.

Wu Liande's eyes lit up after hearing this: "I doubt whether I know him or not. These many methods coincide with each other."

He also used isolation camps and set up wards into several levels: epidemic hospital, light hospital, suspected hospital and epidemic prevention and treatment office.

He also used a mask, a simple mask with absorbent cotton between two layers of gauze, but the effect was excellent.

Many of the measures he pioneered are still in use even a hundred years later, but not in the West. They are undoubtedly very forward-looking.

Dr. Yao nodded: "Yes, the most incredible thing. It is said that Zhao Tanggong knew that there would be a major epidemic at the beginning of the year, and rushed to make masks and produce medicines early. After the outbreak, he preached epidemic prevention measures every day in his Internet company, using piles of Rushan's medical supplies have stabilized prices, allowing the people under his rule to afford epidemic prevention materials and medicines. Even when Zhao Tangong gave birth to a daughter, he did not go home to visit him and was busy with epidemic prevention all day long. The people were grateful to him. "

Wu Liande's scalp felt numb after hearing this.

"Zhao Tangong is really a god. Wu really wants to meet him."

Doctor Yao smiled: "That's not difficult."

Wu Liande was stunned: "How do you say that?"

Dr. Yao poured himself a cup of tea: "Now we and others who are struggling with epidemic prevention can only break the chain of transmission. Regardless of the Dongqing Railway or the South Manchuria Railway, the Tsarist Russian and Japanese railway companies refused to cooperate, saying that it was hindering their interests. "

Wu Liande said angrily: "That's it. Human lives matter, but they only care about money."

Doctor Yao nodded: "Since you said that Zhao Tangong coincides with you, your views are also consistent on this matter. Zhao Tangong closed the train stations in Lubin Mansion and Lugang Town early. It is better to ask Zhao Tangong for help. Let him handle this matter and you will see the other side.”

One day later.

Wu Liande met Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin is explaining a certain piece of equipment to the Changchun government epidemic prevention doctor.

He was holding two thin tubes, one of which was inserted into a glass filled with water.

Another thin tube was held in Zhao Chuanxin's hand. He used the other end of the thin tube in his hand to blow into the head of the thin tube inserted in the water glass.

A magical scene appears.

The water pipe inserted into the glass actually drew out water, and was blown out by the air.

Zhao Chuanxin bared his teeth and said: "Did you see that when you blow, the pressure in the cup will increase, and the water will be pressed out. This is the principle of the watering can. We in Lubin Prefecture and Lugang Town use watering cans to spread medicine Sterilize.”

As he spoke, he took out a watering can, filled it with water, pressed the handle, and water mist sprayed out from the thinning nozzle in front.

Everyone exclaimed.

Someone asked: "Master Zhao, what is this watering can made of?"

Zhao Chuanxin said lightly: "Celluloid."

"Sir, who came up with the watering can? What a talent."

"Zhao is not talented. He thought about it for five minutes and made it."

"..."

Wu Liande waited for Zhao Chuanxin to finish, then stepped forward and extended his hand: "Master Zhao, I am..."

"Principal Wu, right?" Zhao Chuanxin shook hands with him enthusiastically: "I have heard of your name for a long time. You did a good job."

Wu Liande was flattered.

He hurriedly praised: "Master Zhao is really a rare genius in the world. He is a scholar, peasant, industrialist, and businessman. Wu never thought that Master Zhao is equally accomplished in medicine."

Others kept saying yes.

"Okay, okay, everyone knows this kind of thing, let's not talk nonsense."

Wu Liande: "..."

Zhao Chuanxin patted Wu Liande on the shoulder: "I will provide you with a batch of antibiotics and watering cans free of charge. Lugang Town will join hands with you to prevent and fight the epidemic and strive to end this unnecessary disaster as soon as possible. It's all Mao Zi's fault, but I am implicated. Let’s suffer together.”

The plague came from Tsarist Russia.

Everyone was overjoyed when they heard this: "Your Majesty, you are so compassionate!"

"Yes." Zhao Chuanxin spit out smoke and arrows: "Everyone calls me the Living Bodhisattva. I'm really ashamed."

"..."

Wu Liande smiled.

It is said that Zhao Chuanxin kills people without blinking an eye, and even the king of hell will worry about his rebellion.

Now that I saw him, I thought it was just a rumor.

Zhao Chuanxin is clearly a humorous and interesting man who can get along with everyone and even personally demonstrated some small physics experiments.

Wu Liande went to Cambridge University to study and received a bachelor's degree in medicine from Cambridge University. He is a man who has seen the world.

Everyone was talking and discussing with Zhao Chuanxin.

Wu Liande discovered that Zhao Chuanxin really understood medicine and was not just showing up.

Zhao Chuanxin told him: "The weather outside the customs is very cold at this time, but the windows still need to be opened for ventilation. Bathing in winter is difficult, and bathhouses are crowded places, so you can only bathe at home. Even if you cannot wash every day, you must at least wash your hands and face frequently. . The truth is not difficult, the difficult thing is to popularize it..."

Wu Liande nodded repeatedly.

When Zhao Chuanxin finished speaking, he said with admiration on his face: "Master Zhao is far-sighted, I really admire him. However, there are two things that require Master Zhao's help."

"you say."

"In the early stage, I isolated railway passengers at different levels. However, it was not appropriate to open the train to traffic, and adults needed to negotiate with the Dongqing Railway and the South Manchuria Railway.

Secondly, Chinese people value the dead. They do not understand modern medicine and do not understand why corpses still carry Yersinia pestis. It was difficult to break ground in the winter, so some bodies were randomly discarded in the cemetery.

Although the weather is cold, it will eventually warm up.

When the weather warms up, cemeteries become a never-ending source of germs.

I wanted to burn the body, but the people wouldn’t allow it..."

In the smoke, Zhao Chuanxin nodded: "It's all easy to handle."

All easy to handle.

Zhao Chuanxin immediately took Wu Liande and others to the Dongqing Railway Company office.

He walked in wearing a down jacket from "Picture of a Merchant": "I am Zhao Chuanxin, and I am here to inform you that the Dongqing Railway will be suspended for the next period of time."

"You..." the staff member was about to speak.

Zhao Chuanxin slapped him with a big mouth.

"Crack!"

The person and the chair fell together.

"You are so stupid, are you deaf? If you are asked to stop driving, stop driving. How come there is so much nonsense? In one sentence, does it work or not?"

"OK!"

Zhao Chuanxin turned around and left.

Wu Liande and everyone else were dumbfounded.

I blanch... is that enough?

This is too simple.

Go to the Nanman Railway Office.

Before entering the door, the Japanese soldiers stopped him: "Stop, there is a plague, no entry..."

"I am Zhao Chuanxin."

The Japanese soldier didn't seem to hear clearly, or didn't respond: "No one can do it."

Bang.

A group of doctors behind screamed.

The Japanese soldier collapsed to the ground.

Zhao Chuanxin inserted the Lugang M1907 into the back and entered the door.

A group of Japanese soldiers rushed over and stopped when they saw Zhao Chuanxin.

No photos of Zhao Chuanxin have been leaked so far, but the Japanese hired highly skilled Western painters to recreate Zhao Chuanxin's portrait based on the description.

Height, body shape, face shape, beard, hairstyle, and the clothes he often likes to wear, etc., such as the double palace silk suit and the "Grower Picture" shiny down jacket that he wears in winter.

They passed the information to each other so that they could recognize Zhao Chuanxin at first glance and avoid unforeseen disasters.

Wu Liande was worried that there would be a fight, but when these Japanese soldiers saw Zhao Chuanxin, they were as honest as quails.

Zhao Chuanxin pushed the door open and walked in: "I am Zhao Chuanxin. I would like to inform you that from now on, the South Manchuria Railway will be suspended. The opening date will be notified later."

"Hayi..."

What else can these medical staff say?

All I can say is - awesome!

In full view of everyone, Zhao Chuanxin killed someone at the slightest disagreement, but turned around and left like no one else. The Japanese didn't even dare to fart.

Would you try it if it were someone else?

Wu Liande finally believed the rumor and quietly said to Dr. Yao: "Zhao Tanggong really kills people without blinking an eye. I saw it and he really didn't blink an eye."

When we arrived at Kuanchengzi Station, there was a lot of noise there.

It turned out that the medical staff were stopping a group of people from entering the station.

"No one can get on the bus and enter the customs. Even if they leave here, they will be stopped at the Shanhaiguan Inspection Station. Why don't you wait until the plague prevention and control is over?"

"Do you know who our lord is? Our lord is the Crown Prince and Tutor, and the imperial envoy, Lord Zheng, Zheng Xiaoxu. Why don't you let us go quickly?"

At this time, Zhao Chuanxin pushed through the crowd and went in. He stepped up and kicked the guard until he lay on the snow: "What the hell are you talking about?"

The man was so angry that he tried his best to get up from the ground.

Zhao Chuanxin stepped forward and held down his head, then raised his hand to give him a mouthful.

Bang bang bang bang...

Fans back and forth from side to side.

"Look at what you can do. You are so fucking arrogant, aren't you?"

No matter how hard the guard struggled, he could not escape Zhao Chuanxin's hand.

Moreover, Zhao Chuanxin was tall and had long arms, so the guards could only be beaten.

Zhao Chuanxin didn't let go until his cheeks were swollen.

Wu Liande and the others grinned when they looked at it: "Master Zhao is serious, he really has no taboos...even the prince and the master don't look down on him."

Zheng Xiaoxu's eyes were about to burst when he saw it: "Stop, I told you to stop..."

Zhao Chuanxin let go of his guard and slapped Zheng Xiaoxu with his backhand: "Stop if you say stop, how shameless will it be for me?"

"You, where did you come from as a bold maniac?"

"Do you have any objections to Zhao Chuanxin, the bold maniac from his fucking Lubin Mansion?"

"I..." Zheng Xiaoxu covered his face and was confused: "Zhao Chuanxin?"

Zhao Chuanxin used a spray bottle to disinfect his hands: "What? You want revenge?"

"This... don't dare, I just won't leave."

The drama at the station subsided.

Wu Liande took Zhao Chuanxin to the cemetery to observe.

When Zhao Chuanxin arrived, he saw many corpses discarded indiscriminately.

These corpses have different postures, some are huddled on the ground and hugging their arms, some are still sitting... These are basically thrown out by their families after infection and before death. This is their last-ditch effort to keep warm.

It makes people feel sad when they see it.

At this time, a group of people came with a magic stick.

The magic stick is wearing a thick cotton robe, sometimes pinching his fingers and sometimes jumping around. I don't know if he is a fortune teller or a dancer...

Wu Liande winked, and the medical staff hurriedly stepped forward to stop him: "This is a cemetery, and there are many germs. Please retreat quickly."

"What do you know, little kid? Evil spirits are everywhere here and ghosts are rampant. If you don't do something right, it may lead to disaster."

"Come on, hurry up, do you want to die? If you are infected with the plague, you won't be able to eat and carry around."

"Shut up, you yellow-mouthed kid. It's you who should retreat." The gentleman stroked his beard and said to the cowering people behind him: "You family spirits learned that someone wanted to burn the body, so you asked for a dream. All you need is a dream. By performing a ritual and chanting the Three Days Sutra, the souls of the dead can be saved. However, the matter of burning the corpse must not be mentioned again.”

The foolish man and woman behind him were full of awe and deep understanding.

"What's going on? I dreamed of my mother, who came back to me with her face turned blue, and said that if she dared to burn her body, she would never let me go..."

"I dreamed about it too..."

Wu Liande personally went to persuade him, using medical knowledge to enlighten him with emotion and reason.

These people became more and more enthusiastic, and even stepped forward to push the medical staff.

The magic stick was right next to him, constantly encouraging and inciting people's emotions.

Wu Liande was almost pushed down, but he was held back by a hand to save himself from embarrassment.

Zhao Chuanxin supported Wu Liande and stepped forward and said: "Wars and plagues, whenever this happens, there will always be clowns who come out to behave."

He once had a relative, a woman, who used to have a big business, but later went bankrupt and had some mental problems.

Gods and gods talk about me every day, saying that there are gods and immortals in me.

After the 1920s, such nagging people are everywhere.

The earth is about to become heaven.

This relative of Zhao Chuanxin often advocated war and talked about a new world war, posting it everywhere in the group.

After seeing it for a long time, many people believe it and fools are everywhere.

Zhao Chuanxin can probably understand the psychology of these magicians. Troubled times will nourish the soil for their survival, and people in troubled times will need more support psychologically.

When the magic stick heard what Zhao Chuanxin said, he pointed at Zhao Chuanxin: "Bold, you..."

Zhao Chuanxin bared his teeth and said, "You are so capable, did you think you would suffer a bloody disaster today?"

"Nonsense!"

Gaba!

Zhao Chuanxin broke his arm.

"Ouch..."

Zhao Chuanxin grabbed his other arm.

Gaba.

"Ouch..."

Zhao Chuanxin took out the ax and swung it against his knee.

Duh!

Everyone backed away in horror.

The magic stick fell to the ground and struggled desperately, and the bright red blood stained the pale snow.

A broken leg is shocking.

Zhao Chuanxin straightened up: "From today on, if there is any magic stick who instigates matters related to the plague, I will be punished! I don't care if you are a god, a Buddha, or an evil spirit. If you are from Male Gobi, if I let you dance again, I will chop off the Bolenggai for you." fold!"

Everyone was as silent as a cicada.

On the second day, Zhao Chuanxian led the crowd to the cemetery to burn the corpse.

The people outside looked blank.

When the firewood was set up and oil was poured on it, suddenly a family stood up and said: "Sir, you can't burn it. If you burn it, your soul will be gone..."

Wu Liande knew that trouble was coming and could only look at Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin waved his hand expressionlessly: "Light the fire."

The man from that family rushed over: "If you dare, you will die badly..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhao Chuanxin raised his knife and dropped it, and the man's head flew into the sky.

hiss……

The people around him took in a breath of cold air.

"I am Zhao Chuanxin. If I tell you to burn it, you must burn it. Who dares to stop it?"

Someone cried: "Even if you are Zhao Chuanxin, you can't..."

Zhao Chuanxin raised his hand and fired.

Bang.

The man's spiritual cap was blown away.

"I, Zhao Chuanxian, say I can, I can. Who has any objections?"

A half-grown boy rushed out, lay down next to the body and cried: "Dad, you died so miserably...Zhao Chuanxin, when I grow up, I will take your life to avenge you..."

Bang.

The half-grown man's Tianling Cap was blown away.

Zhao Chuanxin shouldered the gun, took out his cigar and lit it: "Wait for your mother to wait next door. Go and die now. How much food will be wasted when you grow up and die? Does this family still have people? Do you have any idea? If you want revenge, come forward quickly, it’s better to die by chance.”

Many people cried.

Zhao Chuanxin fired a shot into the sky: "Go home and make the mourning call. If you hear another sound, I will let your blood flow into a river and burn your bodies together!"

Only iron and blood can suppress the mob.

Zhao Chuanxin's iron-blooded tactics suppressed the entire Changchun Mansion!