Chapter 175 leprosy

"Dingling..."

Before approaching the big house, the bell has come, and the rhythm is getting louder and louder. It seems that he is doing some kind of Dharma meeting. Yang Yanzhao is about to come forward, but he is stopped by Zhu Li, who is guarding outside.

Perhaps because of the return of the mace before, when he saw Yang Yanzhao, he did not seem to be full of hostility, but his face was still cold, and the words in his mouth were a little vague, "You... can't... go in."

"Brother Zhu, let me go in and have a look. Maybe it can save my sister's life."

Hearing this, a trace of hope flashed in Zhu Li's eyes, and there was excitement in his words, "Are you... really... true?"

"There is always hope when you try, isn't there?"

The thick eyebrows frowned together, and finally the clenched fists were put down, and the body gave way out. Seeing him like this, other She men hurried forward, but were stopped by Zhu Li.

"I hope you can... do it."

Nodding to Zhu Li, Yang Yanzhao said seriously, "I will try my best."

Stepping on the wooden board in front of the house, a fragrance suddenly came to my nose. Without thinking much, I walked into the house.

The room is a two-story wooden attic. At this moment, Zhu Yan and a dozen skinny old people seem to be standing on the edge of the wooden ladder. The face of the former is full of gloomy, and the rest are full of fear.

On the wooden building, Yang Yanzhao could see the previous women in long gowns dancing, and the falling flowers were faintly visible where the sleeves passed.

What a strange scene, but there is an indescribable fairy-like ethereal.

While he was looking at the scene upstairs, there was an incompassable word in his ear. Looking back, he saw that the old people around Zhu Yan were straight and pointing at himself, thinking that they were angry because of trespassing in.

Zhu Yan didn't seem to pay attention to it. He stared at the upstairs, as if all his mind was in it. After a long time, he withdrew his eyes and glanced at Yang Yanzhao, "This is the important place of my She clan. You'd better leave quickly."

After saying that, he raised his head again. Seeing his worries, Yang Yanzhao immediately understood Zhu Yan's love for the little girl. Now, he can't really guess what kind of infectious disease the Zhujiazhai people are suffering from, but now that he has made up his mind, how can he not give it a try? Maybe he can find a way to save him, so that it would be better for Zhujiazhai to be a favor. Question mark

Thinking of this, Yang Yanzhao stepped forward and said, "Py patriarch, can you let me go upstairs and have a look later? Maybe someone can solve the patriarch's urgent needs."

The words were a little light, much lower than those of the old She people who were still complaining, but Zhu Yan immediately turned back and said, "What you said is serious!"

"Don't worry, the patriarch. Everything can only be determined by me to check the condition of the daughter."

As he was talking, the sound of rapid bells came from the wooden building. It took a while before it gradually stopped, and it was replaced by the sound of crying.

Hearing this sound, Zhu Yan's face suddenly turned a little white. Before long, the women in fluttering clothes came down the wooden ladder. Obviously, they were a little weak. Their faces were pale, and there were even small beads of sweat on their foreheads.

The woman who covered her face did not speak, but a girl with a round face around her came forward and shook her head at Zhu Yan. Then she said some Minnan language that Yang Yanzhao couldn't understand. The She people bent down and nodded, and several women floated away.

After the people left, the elders scolded Zhu Yan, and then left in a hurry, leaving only Yang Yanzhao and Zhu Yan, who were a little dull, in the house.

"Gu Hua can't save her sister. What should I do?"

He muttered to himself, but it was the Central Plains words that Yang Yanzhao could understand. After a moment of frustration, Zhu Yan suddenly turned around and stared at him, "Do you mean there is a way to save your sister?"

"I can't guarantee it, but even if there is little hope, I will do my best."

I don't know what to say. Zhu Yan took Yang Yanzhao's sleeve and walked straight up the wooden building.

The fragrance still remains. On the wooden bed, a girl has fallen into a coma. Her white face is full of shocking herpes, and the twisted eyebrows show her pain at this moment.

Seeing this situation, Yang Yanzhao's heart thumped, and the infected person had herpes and infected others. During this period, there was only the appalling small flower.

Without saying a word, he turned around and walked downstairs. Seeing him like this, Zhu Yan was anxious and strode behind, "Lord Yang, do you have a way?"

He turned around and sighed, "The patriarch, if there are other sick officials, I can help, but this leprosy is not what I can do."

Yang Yanzhao is telling the truth. If it is an ordinary infectious disease, he may be a little sure to invite Luo's daughter and cooperate with Guo Huai's elixir.

But the people of Zhujiazhai suffer from smallpox, which is also frightening after a hundred years. What's more, the current level of medical treatment is simply a joke.

Although he really wants to get the gratitude of Zhu Jiazhai, if he wants to bet on the life of Luo's daughter, Yang Yanzhao will certainly refuse without hesitation.

Listening to Yang Yanzhao's words, Zhu Yan seemed to have lost his last bit of energy and immediately stayed in place, completely losing the restrained self-confidence of the past.

With a sigh, Yang Yanzhao walked outside the house. As soon as he stepped out, he saw Zhu Li with sadness on his face, staring with big eyes, as if he wanted to get Yang Yanzhao's sure words, even if it was just a gentle nod.

After shaking his head slightly, the color of despair suddenly surged into Zhu Li's face. Yang Yanzhao did not want to stay much, and walked to his cabin with the strangeness in his heart.

In front of the wooden house, Zhu Xing was squatting in front of the steps. When he saw Yang Yanzhao, he hurriedly greeted him, handed over the silk in his hand, and asked eagerly, "Senior...what's wrong?"

The words were still a little ambiguous. Yang Yanzhao sighed. The latter saw his appearance and couldn't help crying again.

Entering the room, there was still a low sob in Zhu Xing's ear. Yang Yanzhao could only ignore it and involuntarily thought about the treatment of smallpox in his mind.

In my memory, it seems to be a kind of cowpox, but where can I find it now?

And cowpox should also be vaccinated before smallpox. Now it is injected into the body. It is not clear whether it can work.

It was a little annoying. Suddenly, there were quarrels and cries in my ears. When I walked to the window, I saw that the old She people I had seen before were arguing with Zhu Yan and his son. To be precise, they were arguing with Zhu Li, while Zhu Yan stood quietly and carried the people who suffered from the smallpox people with wooden boards. Block it.

Obviously, at this critical moment of survival, the power of Zhu Yan's patriarch has been unable to suppress the clan's fear of smallpox. Especially after today's mysterious women are helpless, Zhu Jiazhai's uneasiness has been completely triggered.

At this moment, Zhu Li was dancing a mace in his hand, and his face was full of ferociousness. He was shouting back those clans who wanted to rush into the big house and carry away his sister.

Even the thin Zhu Xing stood in front of the house, holding a wooden stick and dancing randomly. It seemed that the sick girl had a deep relationship with her.

Maybe it has been a stalemate for a long time, and the noise is getting more and more uncontrollable. Finally, the torch was taken out, as if it was not handed over, it was necessary to light the fire immediately.

At this moment, the door behind Zhu Li opened, but it was the daughter of Zhu Yan, whom Yang Yanzhao had seen before. She was extremely weak, as if she was about to faint while walking.

I don't know what she said in a low voice, and then Zhu Li roared, waving the huge mace in her hand crazily.

But soon, his mace fell to the ground with a bang. I don't know when there was an extra dagger in her hand, pushed away Zhu Xing, who was about to rush up, and then walked out of the stockade step by step.

Facing to the ground, Zhu Li cried loudly, and Zhu Yan's tiger eyes began to burst into tears. Looking at his sister who slowly walked towards him, he slowly gave way.

Sour, tumbling in Yang Yanzhao's chest. Although he clenched his fist, he kept telling himself not to interfere in this matter, but looking at his sister's thin figure going further and further, it was not why he was heartbroken.

After gritting his teeth and struggling hard, Yang Yanzhao jumped out of the window, "Wait!"

Hearing this sound, Zhu Li quickly got up from the ground, and his tearful eyes were full of expectation, "Lord Yang, please, please save my sister and save the people!"

In this matter, in a hurry, the Central Plains dialect is much more fluent.

He nodded to Zhu Li. Yang Yanzhao stepped forward and said to Zhu Yan, "Poliage, I am willing to have a try, but I need to pick up my people in Xinghua City. Of course, I have to do everything to treat the disease."

"Good."

Without hesitation, Zhu Yan nodded and responded.

"The troublesome patriarch built some wooden houses outside the stockade and sent the people suffering from leprosy and signs of illness there to settle down. After that, all the things they used were burned. These should be fast, otherwise in a few days, I'm afraid the whole Zhujiazhai will be endless."

After saying that, the next thing was handed over to Zhu Yan. As for the old man who made trouble, he saw that Zhu Yan and his son were willing to send the sick person out of the stockade, so they had no intention to make trouble.

Soon, dozens of simple wooden houses were built a hundred feet away on the right side of the stockade. Considering that everyone in the Zhu family may be infected with smallpox, if they go to Xinghua City, it is likely to spread the virus, so it is a little tricky to send a letter to Guo Huai.

When Yang Yanzhao was in trouble, Zhu Yan, who learned the reason, picked up a hard iron bow and asked him to write a letter and tied it to the arrow feather. When there were still a few miles outside the city, he bent his bow and made an arrow. The iron arrow turned into a flying shadow and shot straight into Xinghua City.

He waited in place for an hour. Obviously, Zhu Yan was much more nervous than Yang Yanzhao. When he heard the sound of the carriage, he jumped up from the sitting rock.

The carriage came to Luo's women, but to Yang Yanzhao's surprise, it was Xu Shaoyang who drove the car.