Agriculture Escape: Ultimate Boss Has A Space Pocket!

Chapter 61 - 61 This Is My Medicine

61 This Is My Medicine

Bai Wutong’s words made Cui Muzhi take a step back in shock. He hurriedly said, “Then all the more I can’t let you come over. There are too many people infected among us and it might have spread even more now. Wouldn’t you be infected immediately if you came over? If Madam Bai wants to help us, please help me find a doctor with brilliant medical skills.” The Cui family of Qinghe could not do anything immoral. Moreover, Bai Wutong had already helped them several times, so they could not let them be in danger.

Moreover, the plague was not something that Bai Wutong could treat.

If his cousin and the others knew that it might be a plague, they would definitely agree with his actions.

Bai Wutong did not have to go over. After all, she was not a professional doctor. She could only judge based on the anti-epidemic information on the computer in her space.

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Bai Wutong asked, “Then tell me what the specific symptoms everyone has now, when they appeared, and what they did before they had those symptoms.”

Cui Muzhi thought that Bai Wutong had agreed to help them get a doctor, so he quickly recalled everyone’s situation from the previous night to this morning.

Their main symptoms were mild fever, coughing, and diarrhea. Cui Lingyi did not eat porridge with everyone. She ate the grilled fish given to her by Bai Wutong and drank the water from the water bag. But she still had the same symptoms as everyone. It could be basically determined that it was an infectious disease of the respiratory tract.

If it was a respiratory infectious disease, the medicine she had made everyone drink every day previously had a certain defensive effect. There was a high chance that they would not be infected.

Bai Wutong frowned and asked, “How many of your team members have no symptoms now?”

Cui Muzhi was about to answer when he felt a tightness in his chest and shortness of breath. It was as if someone was holding a pair of tongs and strangling him. In an instant, he held onto a big tree beside him and coughed violently.

Earlier, his mental state had been pretty good. Now, it had become so serious.

When Cui Muzhi came, he thought that he was not ill. In the end, he became like this after a while. He said with much discomfort, “We probably all have it now.”

The symptoms of respiratory infection were not the most serious in the plague. As long as he took the medicine she had prescribed in time, he would definitely be cured.

However, the most important problem was that there were too many people in Cui Lingyi’s group and the villagers of the Fallen Rain Village. If they gave all the medicinal herbs to them, Bai Wutong and the others would lose their own reserves.

Even if they could enter Jiangyuan City now, it would probably be even more difficult to buy so many medicinal herbs than to buy food.

If the medicine that they had drunk previously did not form an antibody to resist the plague, they would still need to be treated with medicine. Besides, Bai Wutong and the others still had a long way to go. They would definitely need to use all kinds of medicine along the way.

There was really no guarantee that she could take back what she had lent out at this time.

Bai Wutong could not be so selfless as to give all their life-saving medicine to others.

Bai Wutong thought for a moment and said to Cui Muzhi, “Wait a moment.”

She quickly returned to the shed and, using a charcoal brush on the paper, she wrote down several ways in which the plague could be quarantined and brought under control.

After doing so, she wrote a separate prescription for preventing and treating the plague before asking Zhao Pengfei to prepare the herbs that Cui Muzhi could bring back.

Bai Wutong said to Cui Muzhi from afar, “When you go back, you must show this letter to your sister first.” As for how they wanted to use these herbs to treat them, that was their own business.

Bai Wutong thought that she had a clear conscience for making such a decision.

Zhao Pengfei and the others placed the packed herbs on the ground. After moving back far enough, Cui Muzhi went forward to carry the bags of herbs back.

When he returned with these items, the villagers, who were feeling uncomfortable, looked at him eagerly.

Cui Muzhi quickly found Cui Lingyi sitting in the shed and handed her the letter written by Bai Wutong.

Cui Lingyi opened the letter and was stunned. She looked at Cui Muzhi and asked incredulously, “The disease we have is a plague?”

Cui Muzhi said with red eyes, “Madam Bai said that it must be so.”

Everyone was shocked by his words.

Plague!

What everyone had was the plague!

Wouldn’t they be dying soon?

Suddenly, the villagers, who had felt uncomfortable just now and could barely endure it, suddenly could not help but cough violently. All of them looked like people who were dying of their illness.

There were also a few villagers who had been starving for a long time and were already weak. When they learned that they were suffering from the plague, they were so agitated that they vomited blood and frightened the surrounding people, who starting crying in fear.

Cui Lingyi continued reading the letter. After reading it, her gaze landed on the few medicine packets on Cui Muzhi.

Then, she called Cui Shize to an empty corner and handed him the letter.

After Cui Shize finished reading, his brows furrowed even more tightly than before.

How could he distribute the medicine that could only heal 100 people?

There were more than 100 of them, not to mention more than 500 villagers.

The fact that Bai Wutong was willing to give medicine for 100 people and the prescription for treating the plague was already selfless enough. He could not be greedy and ask for more.

Cui Lingyi looked coldly at the hesitant Cui Shize. “Father, how do you want to distribute it?” She wouldn’t call him father when she was angry.

Cui Shize wanted to use these 100 portions of medicinal herbs to treat the critically ill patients for the time being before sending someone to think of a way to buy other medicinal herbs. However, his mouth felt like it was heavy and he could not speak.

His daughter had already seen through his thoughts. He said helplessly, “Xiaoxiao, we can still buy medicine, but the others can’t wait.”

“Their lives are lives, but aren’t our family members’ lives also lives? Do you know that we can’t even buy any medicine now?!”

Cui Shize’s eyes flickered as he said stubbornly, “The flood will subside soon. There will be medicine in the city.”

“Even if the flood has subsided, we’re already infected. We can spread it through the air. If we go out, we’ll infect others. How can we buy medicine!”

Cui Shize frowned and questioned again, “The medicine she gave might not be able to treat the plague.”

If there was really a way to treat and prevent the plague, so many people would not have died in Jiangyuan City last year.

Cui Lingyi directly mocked, “The Prime Minister has been an official for many years, but you’re actually so insensible. You want to use someone else’s medicine, but you look down on others. Is this the kind of person you are?”

If Bai Wutong’s medicine had no effect, why would their people be fine? If they weren’t sure that this medicine could treat the plague, why would they directly tell her that she would be fine after drinking it and that there was no need to worry?

Cui Shize said with an embarrassed expression, “Xiaoxiao, we’re from the Cui family. Have you forgotten our family teachings!”

“Family teachings! Father, you still know family teachings! Our family teachings are to help the world if we are successful, and to protect ourselves if we are poor! We are about to die now, and you still want to be a living Bodhisattva who saves the suffering! Have you forgotten what price Uncle paid to save your life and the lives of the disciples behind you! No matter how good our Cui family’s knowledge is, we are never allowed to become officials!”

Cui Lingyi was too disappointed in him. She sneered. “Also, Father, I’m afraid you’ve forgotten how the Little Phoenix personally wrote the poem ‘Gift of Sake’, hoping that you’ll be safe!”

“This is my medicine!”

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