"Sir, can the matter on the road be covered by the underworld?"

When he arrived at the place, Li Bai dismounted and supported Bian Que and said, although it was a request, but his tone was a request.

Bian Que nodded simply, not focusing on Li Bai.

From the moment he came in, he became curious about his surroundings.

More than a thousand refugees were isolated in the most remote dilapidated temple in the city.

The dilapidated temple does not cover a large area, but fortunately there are many wing rooms. Although it has been disrepair for a long time, it can be used after a little rest.

Two hundred Wu Weijun took a break in half a day.

When Bian Que and Li Bai came in, the defensive soldiers confirmed Li Bai's identity, and after recording it, they sent them two things called "Masks".

I gave them a few more cloth strips to tie them tightly and not expose their skin.

He also told him not to take off the mask after entering.

Li Bai put on the mask very happily, but Bian Que was very curious about the mask.

It is made of gauze, and it is called a veil, but it only covers the mouth and nose.

This is the first time I have seen it.

The mask has not been studied yet, and the actions of the soldiers around him have made him curious again.

Fill pits, weed, and sprinkle white lime powder.

Busy and orderly.

Except for the small ditches near the ruined temple, even a puddle, were filled with soil.

All the weeds in the corners were uprooted and sprinkled with white quicklime.

These operations made him unable to understand.

After following Li Bai into the yard, a scent of jealousy came to their faces. They were in the air when they entered the door. Even though they were wearing masks, they choked the two of them.

The smell of vinegar was not over yet, and then another smell of smoke came.

Dry firewood was piled up at each corner of the yard, burning with dark fire, and thick smoke rolled.

Bian Que smelled the smell and frowned, and the burning mugwort was mugwort.

The whole yard was built with a straw shed, and there was a patient lying in each yard.

There was a white cloth strip hanging in front of the compartment, and occasionally one was changed to red. When he came in, he saw someone carrying the patient in the compartment away and moving it to another yard.

Bian Que was very curious about all this, but he was not easy to ask questions. He followed Li Bai into the dilapidated temple, but his eyes followed the patient in the red compartment and went to the next door.

After entering the dilapidated temple, there were also a row of people lying inside. Yang Mo sat aside, surrounded by several people who looked like doctors.

They also wore masks on their faces.

He said as he was the doctor around him showing a sudden enlightenment expression, as if he was asking him for advice.

Bian Que was curious. Yang Mo was young and even though he had a little knowledge of medical skills, what skills did he have to teach these doctors?

I couldn't help but look down on these doctors, most of whom were afraid of the power of the Duke's Mansion and just flattered Yang Mo on the surface.

"Brother Yang, Mr. Bian Que has arrived."

Li Bai came over and shouted, and Yang Mo quickly got up and saluted Bian Que.

Although I don’t have much favoritism for Yang Mo, I can’t say I hate him.

He even praised his spirit of doing things even though he knew it was impossible, so Bian Que also gave him a very polite gift.

Subconsciously took off the cover and was held down by Yang Mo: "Sir, although the patients here have no signs of malaria, we should be careful."

He let go of Bian Que's hand: "Don't take off the mask when you enter here."

Bian Que nodded in understanding, and Yang Mo led him to a patient's place in the corner of the wall.

"Young Master Yang, what is this mask? Why do you need to wear it?"

Bian Que took the opportunity to express his first doubt.

"Although malaria is not transmitted by the air, no one can guarantee that there are other diseases. Wearing a mask to prevent body fluids from splashing, and always prevent problems before they happen."

Yang Mo was wearing a mask and couldn't say it clearly. Bian Que was a little surprised after hearing it.

Isn’t malaria transmitted by the air?

How could Yang Mo be so sure?

A short sentence made Bian Que’s cognition about malaria doubt, in his opinion, it was not just him.

All doctors from ancient times to the present believe that malaria is transmitted through the air.

Before Bian Que could continue to ask questions, Yang Mo pointed to a man lying on the ground and said, "Sir, this person is seriously injured and has a high fever. All the doctors in the city are helpless. They have no choice but to ask the gentleman to come."

Seeing the patient, Bian Que, a doctor, had no choice but to go forward and squat down to treat him.

"This person is healthy. If he were an ordinary person, he would probably not be able to stand such injuries long ago."

After looking carefully, Bian Que made a decision: "It seems serious, but fortunately it has not damaged the foundation, and there is still a possibility of treatment."

Yang Mo was confident about the patient's condition. It should be that the wound was infected, and it might even cause tetanus.

If it is the former, in the previous life, you can just get an injection, at most it is to hang a bottle of water.

But Yang Mo would not be able to treat it if he knew what disease was useless.

Although the doctors in the city also saw the roughly, the patient was seriously injured and they were not sure of saving him.

Bian Que nodded again: "Well, the patient's wound was well treated, and it did not cause further deterioration of the condition. If the wound was not treated in time, I am afraid I can do nothing."

"Is this the doctor's work?"

He turned his head to look at the onlookers.

The doctor looked at each other and finally placed his eyes on Yang Mo.

"Uh? This is what Mr. Yang handled?"

Bian Que was a little surprised, and Yang Mo nodded.

"Young Master Yang's medical skills are not a little understood."

Bian Que sighed sincerely that it seems simple to deal with wounds, but without three or five years of practice, he will backfire.

The most important thing is that ordinary doctors rarely come into contact with sword injuries. This treatment method is very similar to the method of accompanying military doctors.

Bian Que couldn't help but feel curious about Yang Mo.

Take out a medicine bag from the medicine box, and then apply the plaster he prepared to the man's wound: "I will prescribe a prescription later, two doses a day, and it should be cured in seven days."

"Thank you sir."

Bian Que waved his hand and said, "Treat the doctor's duty to cure diseases and save people is to follow the doctor's duty. You should not have the word "Thank you". May I ask Mr. Yang, who is this patient?"

Yang Mo shook his head: "I don't know you."

"Don't know?"

Bian Que was stunned. Seeing the patient's figure and appearance, he did not look like an ordinary person, especially the calluses on his hands, he was definitely a soldier who had been in the army all year round.

I originally thought that Yang Mo had asked him to come for treatment because he knew his identity, but he didn't expect that he would not recognize him.

At this moment, Bian Que expressed his guess about the patient's identity.

Yang Mo smiled and said, "Whether the soldiers or generals, he is now a refugee, and when he comes here, he is the target of treatment."

Bian Que was stunned again. Although he could not see Yang Mo's face, he could feel the sincerity of his tone.

My heart's evaluation of him was three points higher.

Yang Mo was about to ask Bian Que if he was free, and there were some patients next to him to treat him.
Chapter completed!