Time Travel: Brothel Maid

Chapter 141 Out of sight, out of sight

Zhao Yunrong threw the book in his hand on the table, leaned back in his chair, thought about Shen Jing's question just now, and sighed. Yes, why should he care about Tang Jingchen's private affairs?

When he heard the servants in Wu Zinian's house saying that Tang Jingchen was not going to spend the night with his servant tonight, but was going to sleep with the boy with the scar on his face, his nights were really full...

The moment he heard these words, Zhao Yunrong felt extremely uncomfortable deep in his heart. An uncontrollable irritability surged into his heart like a tide, almost making him lose his mind.

Without giving it much thought, he immediately ordered Wu Zinian to arrange a separate room for Xiao Guoer and summoned Tang Jingchen to warn him.

Even Shen Jing felt that he was meddling in other people's business!

He has indeed been a little abnormal recently. His eyes always unconsciously glance at Tang Jingchen and Xiao Guoer beside him. He doesn't like them but can't help but keep looking at them.

The mood is also more easily affected by fluctuations, and one often feels irritated and stuffy for no reason, as if one is holding one's breath, unable to swallow it or exhale it, which is very uncomfortable.

However, he won't be able to see Tang Jingchen and Xiao Guoer tomorrow, so the situation should be better.

Tang Jingchen just asked him for permission to accompany Xiao Guoer to find out the cause of the plague tomorrow.

He agreed, out of sight, out of mind!

He needs to adjust his state of mind. There are still many important things waiting for him to do. He cannot let some irrelevant people affect his mood!

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Xiao Guoer loaded a lot of things into the carriage this time, including candied figurines, candied haws, snacks...most of them were food and toys for children.

He also found the most famous doctor in Huaiyang.

Of course, the doctor was unwilling at first. It was Jingchen who brought up the title of the Eighth Prince and promised him a generous reward, and only then did he use threats and inducements to trick the white-haired old man into getting on the carriage.

The few of them set out again towards the southwest corner of Huaiyang.

Yesterday in Shanglin Village, Xiao Guoer just regarded himself as a bystander, and felt more the helplessness and despair of this village shrouded in the plague.

This time, she didn't care whether the graves on the roadside were scary or not, nor did she care whether the house with white banners hanging on it looked dead.

There was only one thing on her mind - what were the similarities between these villages infected with the plague? And how were they different from other places?

Once we find this special feature, we will be not far from the cause of the plague.

There are many ways to be infected with a virus, the most common ones are through the digestive tract, respiratory tract, insect-borne disease, and contact.

Since the villagers in these villages did not spread the virus to the outside world even when they came into contact with people outside the village, she could basically rule out contact transmission.

Insect vectors are also unlikely, because it is impossible for mosquitoes to kill almost all the people in several villages. The probability of so many people being bitten at the same time is too small to be ignored.

Therefore, she focused her investigation on the daily diet, drinking water, clothing and items used in these villages, after all, these are necessary for people's daily life.

Yuanyuan was holding a wave drum and couldn't let it go. The "dong dong dong" sound kept ringing, and she really called him "brother" sweetly several times.

The woman didn't expect that after yesterday, she would be able to meet this little brother again today. He brought so many delicious food and fun things to the children in the village. The children were so happy that the long-lost children's playful sounds seemed like a thing from the previous life.

The woman was surprised, but hope soon emerged in her heart. He also brought a doctor with him. Does that mean Yuanyuan doesn’t have to wait for death?

I didn't have time to ask yesterday, but today I found out that the woman's husband's surname was Lin. "Sister-in-law, this is the best doctor in Huaiyang. Can he check Yuanyuan's illness?"

"Okay! I really don't know how to thank you!" Lin's eyes were wet with excitement.

"Sister-in-law, don't be in a hurry to thank me. I don't know if Yuanyuan can recover, but we might as well give it a try and try our best, okay?"

Lin choked up and nodded repeatedly, "I don't blame you if you can't cure it. I can only say that Yuanyuan has a bad fate."

The doctor took Yuanyuan's pulse. Yuanyuan was especially well-behaved in her mother's arms. She stretched out one of her little hands and held the rattle in the other hand obediently without shaking it.

The doctor examined the pulse of several patients in succession, his wrinkled face showing a serious look. His gray beard was stroked again and again by his master, and a few strands of beard fell off, unable to withstand the master's sorrow.

Xiao Guoer stared at the doctor's movements, and when he walked out the door, she hurriedly followed him, and Tang Jingchen also followed behind him.

"Old man, can this plague be cured?"

The doctor was not very confident. Although he was older, more knowledgeable and had better medical skills, no doctor would dare to guarantee that he could cure the disease. Moreover, many doctors had not cured the plague.

If he had not had to, he would not have come. After all, the plague was probably incurable, and if he treated it, he would have damaged his reputation as a doctor in vain.

All the doctors in Huaiyang were helpless against the plague and kept their distance from it, unwilling to waste their efforts.

When Xiao Guoer saw the old doctor sighing, her heart sank. Although she knew it would not be easy to cure the disease, the old doctor's appearance still made her feel discouraged.

"Old man, whether it can be cured or not, can we give it a try?"

The old doctor looked up at Xiao Guoer and said in a frail voice, "Since I'm here, I will naturally write a prescription, but I don't know whether it can be cured or not."

"Then old man, can you tell how this plague was contracted? Did he eat something he shouldn't have eaten? Or did he use something he shouldn't have used?"

"I can't tell, but I've heard of someone who was cured of the plague, but after just two or three days, the disease recurred. In my opinion, there may be some reason that caused the plague to recur."

Xiao Guoer nodded repeatedly, "Old sir! I think so too, as long as we find the reason!"

"Oh, it's difficult!" The old doctor stroked his beard and shook his head.

"Old sir, don't worry about anything else. Just take care of the recipe. I will take care of the rest."

The old doctor has been practicing medicine and saving lives all his life. Now that he has come here, he naturally hopes to save as many lives as possible. Moreover, if he can really cure this plague that many people have not been able to cure, it would be such an exciting thing! By then, his medical skills will not only be famous in Huaiyang, but will also spread throughout the country and be recorded in history!

The old doctor looked at Xiao Guo'er's serious expression and couldn't help but feel a sense of hope.