Chapter 1512
The Final Battle, the Evolution of the Plague, and the Death of Xun Lao [5]
Chapter 1512 The Final Battle, the Evolution of the Plague, and the Death of Xun Lao [5]
The King of Ye then instructed them: "The preservation of historical records during the war is of paramount importance, as it determines whether future generations will know about the existence and details of this battle. You must all do a good job. I entrust this to you."
The students present, including Si Pei, instantly felt the weight of this task. They straightened their backs and bowed to the Prince of Ye and his entourage: "Please rest assured, Your Excellencies, we will certainly complete this task well and preserve historical facts for future generations!"
"Yes, go and do it," said Lord Yan.
After they finally left, the old man was overjoyed; he was relieved that he didn't have to take care of the children anymore!
But the joy was short-lived, as the number of new infections and deaths today quickly brought his face down again.
The death of Zeng Tongzhi made everyone realize the severity of this plague... It kills people without regard to status, position, friend or foe; anyone infected with the plague will die.
Many people found it hard to accept the news, feeling that if even such a high-ranking official had died, then their entire family was only a day or two away from death.
However, Mrs. Zeng did not break down when she received the news.
After staring blankly for a while, she tied a piece of white cloth around her wrist and then stuffed the white cloth into her thick sleeve to hide it: "The front garden of Wuyuan is full of pregnant women and new mothers. They are already very scared. There is no need to frighten them further."
He then instructed the stewardess beside him: "Have Granny Zeng inform all of the master's children, concubines, and those who have served him to go to the Zeng family's temporary residence to set up a mourning hall for the master. It's enough for family members to pay their respects."
"Don't feel guilty about the simple funeral. There's no need for that. In this situation, we might be able to go down and reunite soon."
Ah this?
The stewardess had originally planned to cry with her, but after she said that, she couldn't cry anymore; all that was left was the feeling of treating it as a matter to be dealt with.
However, it is a good thing that the lady has lived her whole life for the master and has become more open-minded in her old age. At least the master can no longer take advantage of the lady's concern for him to hurt her.
"Yes." The stewardess immediately went to relay the order.
The death of Zeng Tongzhi seemed to have flipped a switch, and throughout the next day, news of deaths from COVID-19 increased.
Normally, there's one report a day, but on the 22nd, there were three reports, causing widespread panic.
The entire city was still filled with the sound of coughing; you could hear it no matter where you hid.
There have also been reports of many acquaintances contracting the virus.
The commanders of the town, including Yue Qianhu, Hu Qianhu, Fan Qianhu, Yu Qianhu, and Gu Qianhu, who were guarding the infected urban area, all fell ill.
County Magistrate Shen of Linshan County, old students Fan and Pan of Baofu County, Xu Lianmu's third uncle Xu Shuli and his wife, half of Tang Boyang's father-in-law's family, the Li family, and half of the Xue family fell ill.
Even Master Qu contracted the disease.
The news that Master Qu had contracted the virus deeply affected the Qin, Jiang, Xu, and Qiao families.
"How did he get infected? Master Qu is still so young." Grandma Qin muttered, her hands unconsciously reaching up.
Qin Xiaomi grasped her hand, giving her an anchor in her empty heart: "Grandma, it's not surprising that Fourth Master Qu would get infected while traveling around, but we've been staying in Mushan, and Aunt and Da Bao'er have been deep inside Wuyuan. We're unlikely to get infected easily, so don't worry too much."
The room where Qin Xiaogu and Dabao lived was surrounded by cloth soaked in medicinal juice by Madam Sun, and the protection was extremely ridiculous.
To everyone's surprise, Grandma Qin smiled after hearing this, looked up at Qin Xiaomi, and her eyes gradually cleared: "Grandma is indeed worried about your aunt and Da Bao'er, but the situation is what it is, even if they... Grandma will not collapse."
She pulled Qin Xiaomi to sit down, and after a long pause, she said, "Grandma just wants to help you, watch over you, and finish this last battle."
"Didn't you say you wanted to try that fungicide? Come on, let's go try it now, maybe it'll work." Grandma Qin grabbed Qin Xiaomi and pulled her along, running briskly to the incubation room.
This demeanor is reminiscent of the nimbleness they displayed in the ghost village.
Seeing this, Qin Xiaomi stopped wasting time comforting Grandma Qin and instead took out the first batch of bacteria she had cultivated.
Pour out a bowl of liquid from the culture tank, seal it again in a small jar, and place it on a steamer rack for high-temperature inactivation.
"This step kills the live bacteria, but the activity of the mycotoxins must be preserved. In short, it must be steamed, but not for too long. Take it out immediately after counting to one hundred and twenty," Qin Xiaomi said. Aunt Qin Er quickly sketched it down.
Even the female doctors, including Lian Niangzi, could see her operation clearly at a glance.
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In Dongcheng District, Old Man Xun is doing the same thing as her...
"Time's up, take it off the heat, take it off the heat, cough cough cough cough!" The old man coughed up a mouthful of blood, but he swallowed it back down.
Xiao Cong and A Yong glanced at him worriedly, then hurriedly took a small jar of bacteria out of the steamer and placed it aside to cool down.
"Old Xun, yes, yes, cough cough cough, there are egg white-like strands, it matches the description in the mushroom medicine making book, cough cough cough." Xiao Cong was also coughing incessantly.
Xiao Cong, A Yong, and even the Wei soldiers who were protecting Xun Lao all contracted the disease.
This was an outcome they had anticipated, so it didn't affect them much. After getting sick, they continued to focus on making antibacterial drugs.
"When the time comes, open the jar... take it or inject it into the flesh, use both methods..." As Old Man Xun spoke, he fell into a deep sleep.
Since yesterday, the old man has been frequently waking up and falling asleep, but whenever he is awake, he makes fungal medicine, carefully writing down the steps for making the medicine and the reactions of the medicine.
The booklet doesn't need to be sent out; it can stay in this room.
If they win, if the fungicide is successful, Wei Jun can safely enter this room to retrieve the record book.
If we lose, if the antibiotic fails, then so be it.
When Old Man Xun woke up again, he felt pain in his arm. He was stunned for a moment and asked, "Did you use antifungal medicine?"
Ah Yong seemed to be in good spirits and nodded, "Yes, I've already given you the fungal medicine, both applied to the skin and taken orally. If you recover completely, then the fungal medicine will be a success!"
By the end, Ah Yong was crying tears of joy... Yes, he was crying tears of joy. This pioneering act, even if it hadn't succeeded yet, was enough to shake his soul.
Xiao Cong was asleep, and he had small cuts on his hands that were used to apply antiseptic.
"Okay, okay." Old Xun said, struggling to get up again, wanting to find something to do, but he was old and terminally ill, and even getting up was difficult.
Ah Yong: "Please don't move, lie down so that the fungicide can take effect... It wouldn't be good if your movement while applying the medicine affected its effectiveness."
The old man said, "How can it not be beautiful...it's beautiful, because it allows us to record one more reaction after using the antibacterial drug."
This record is very valuable. Don't look down on bad records; they are all treasures.
But the old man's strength was limited, so he could only chirp in his mind and couldn't say such a long sentence.
After resting for a while and regaining his strength, he said again, "Where's my gourd? Bring me my gourd. My master made it for me, cough cough cough, pfft."
Uh, this time the blood I coughed up couldn't be swallowed back down.
But it's okay, we're all patients, no need to discriminate.
After Ah Yong wiped the mixture of blood and saliva from his mouth, he replied, "You left all these things to Young Master Si Pei, don't you remember?"
"Ah, I remember now!" Old Xun tapped his head, lay down, and after a while, instructed again: "The book on fungal medicine I wrote... you must check it carefully... don't mislead future generations..."
"Yes, I checked it three times carefully, and corrected any mistakes. You can rest assured."
The old man was stubborn; he only closed his eyes and fell asleep after listening to all of this.