The old things I repaired have become fine

Chapter 434 I risked my life to save you, and you go to thank God for his blessing?

The bones are exposed in the wild, and there is no cock crowing for thousands of miles.

Shen Le held up his trouser legs and walked carefully in the mud. One step and he slipped, two steps and mud splashed, three steps...

After three steps, he simply let down his trouser legs, found a long branch to support himself, and struggled forward. He didn't care if his trouser legs were splashed with dirt or his shoes were stained with mud!

Break the jar!
In this horrible state, if you take ten steps at most, your entire pair of shoes will be buried in the mud. Within a hundred steps, the lower half of your pants, or even the entire pants, will be covered in dirty and smelly mud!
Anyway, he just tried it, flying spell didn't work, cleaning spell didn't work, all spells didn't work. Just be honest, just get through this part, don't bother anymore!
He gathered his strength and walked for half an hour before he saw a wisp of white smoke rising in front of him. Was there a fire? Or was it cooking smoke?
Shen Le observed carefully for a long time and roughly confirmed that it should be the smoke from people's fires. He continued to move forward in the direction of the smoke, walking one step high and one step low for more than an hour, and finally found a small village.

The further he walked towards the village, the more Shen Le's heart sank:

Smoke from cooking fires indicates human habitation. A village with smoke from cooking fires should have at least dozens of households, hundreds or thousands of acres of farmland, roads and paths connecting the fields, and the sounds of chickens and dogs.

However, when he was almost at the entrance of the village, he could only see a dozen or so fields scattered around, with crops growing in a messy, wilted and yellow state, perhaps crops.

From a distance, half of the houses in the village collapsed, and only two roofs of the other half had smoke coming out of them. Can you hear the chickens and dogs?
Sorry, there are no chickens, no dogs, not even cows, only mud. The mud on the road in the village is a little thinner, but the mud on the roadside and at the base of the wall is thick and still smells bad.

Shen Le walked towards the village with a frown on his face. When he approached the first room and just opened the door, there was a loud "bang" and a large group of green-headed flies flew up like a black cloud and rushed straight to his face.

Shen Le waved, hit, and chased away the flies, and finally pushed the door a little wider. Before he could look inside, tears started streaming down his face.

Smelly!
It stinks!
Explosive stink!

This stench was even more explosive than when they followed their instructors to the field, pinched their noses to go to the dry toilet in the countryside, and squatted in the old pit! It was like a hammer on the head!
Where is his cleaning spell...his flying spell...his wind control spell...

It's a pity that his spells, no matter where they are, can't be in his memory. Shen Le closed his eyes and tried to breathe seven or eight times before opening his eyes and looking inside:
When I saw this, my nose felt sore and tears almost flowed down again.

There were two people lying on the floor. Well, rather than two people, they were two green, swollen, balloon-like humanoid objects.

A big one was holding a small one in its arms. The small one was buried in the big one's arms, as if it wanted to have a sip of milk, but it didn't get any, and slowly died in its mother's arms.

Looking more closely, the room, the two people's clothes, and the bed were all covered with filth. If he guessed correctly, the deceased should have been suffering from diarrhea during the last period of his life?
plague……

After a great disaster, there will be a great epidemic...

Shen Le quietly left the house and continued walking forward. There were seven or eight houses in a row, either the owner had died inside or they were empty without the owner.

In his era, the saying "after a major disaster, there will be a major epidemic" is far away. After every major disaster, the emergency rescue team must be accompanied by the disinfection team and the public health team.

Fire trucks and fire hydrants will flush away the silt at all costs and spray disinfectant as much as possible. Large amounts of bottled water will be distributed to the victims.

Tap water and gas will be restored as soon as possible so that the victims can boil water for drinking. If that doesn't work, a large number of water purification tablets will be distributed...

With the infectious disease reporting system and the support of medical staff, whether it is a flood, earthquake, or other natural disaster, infectious diseases will basically be suppressed as soon as they emerge.

However, in this era, there is nothing...

Shen Le restrained his sigh and walked forward sadly. He passed one house after another until he came to the one with smoke coming out of the chimney. Only then did he see a young man in a green shirt busying around inside.

He lifted up his long gown and tucked it into his belt, then deftly pulled out the firewood and stuffed it into the stove, fanning the flames. He opened the pot lid, scooped out a ladle of boiling water, and poured it into the small pot next to it. He then opened the medicine box, grabbed a handful of herbs and stuffed them into the small pot, then moved it to the other stove.

Soon, the small pot began to bubble and the bitter smell of medicine soon filled the entire room along with the steam.

"Young sir..."

In the corner of the room, a weak voice shouted feebly:
"Stop busying yourself... It's useless... This is my fate... My wife is dead, my baby is dead, it's my turn now..."

"Don't say that! You can be saved!"

The young man in green shirt didn't even turn his head. He poured out the medicine juice, poured it from the big bowl into the small bowl, and then poured it from the small bowl back into the big bowl, over and over again, and then immersed the bowl in cold water.

When the temperature of the medicine was barely acceptable, he brought it to the patient and helped him up:

“Drink the medicine!”

"Young sir..."

"Drink the medicine!!!"

The man struggled but couldn't, so he had to drink the medicine he poured into his mouthful. The young man in green shirt packed up the medicine and went to the next store without stopping.

Feeling the man's pulse, adding or subtracting medicine, boiling the medicine, feeding the man medicine, after a round of rotation, they returned to the original family. Pressing the man's pulse with fingers, she felt the pulse and felt the beating of the pulse:
"It's better than before...it should be fine...but..."

But what, Shen Le didn't know. He followed the young man in green shirt step by step, watching him frowning and writing and drawing under the oil lamp.

He took out a thick stack of pulse records, circled, dotted, and underlined them, and then took out the medical books to compare them.

Sometimes he nodded, sometimes he shook his head, sometimes his brows relaxed, and sometimes they frowned even tighter.

Shen Le followed behind him and wanted to sigh:

Without antibiotics, rehydration, large-scale disinfection, or sufficient supply of boiled water, it is too difficult for humans to fight this post-disaster plague...

The young man in blue stayed in the village for seven days. After seven days, all those who should have struggled back from the brink of death had struggled back;
Those who couldn't struggle back died one by one.

He returned to the county town, carrying a half-empty medicine box and a thick stack of pulse records on his back, with one foot high and one foot low.

The county town also went through a major epidemic, with every family mourning and every household hanging white. However, the medical resources were much better than those in the village. When the young man passed through the town, he saw a group of strong men carrying three kinds of sacrificial animals and marching forward in a mighty procession:
"Thanks to Medicine King Bodhisattva's blessing, we finally made it through! This time, we must burn incense to Medicine King Bodhisattva!"

Shen Le stood there, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

It was these doctors who went deep into the epidemic area and risked their lives to save people, but in the end it was Medicine King Bodhisattva who was thanked...

Well, how should I put it, a little better than "God bless"?

(End of this chapter)