"You really understand medical skills and can you cure the dog's disease?" After Wan Wenming and others retreated, their expressions suddenly became excited and grabbed Wu Jie. Because they tried too hard, their finger joints had turned white.

Wu Jie felt even more painful and was about to slap him in anger. But when he looked up, he saw that Wan Wenming's face was haggard and his eyes were as red as a rabbit, but he felt a little unbearable.

According to the data he obtained in modern society, Wan Wenming should be forty-two this year. If he was in his later generations and was in his prime, the ancients were mostly old men with their children and grandchildren at this age.

Thousands of households are so old that they have a twelve-year-old son, so naturally they cannot get it. Unfortunately, they got smallpox some time ago, and with the medical conditions of the ancients, they will definitely not be able to save them. At the age of 42, the ancients aged fast and probably could not have children.

If nothing unexpected happens, Wan Civilization will be the last.

When Wu Jie saw Wan Wenming's sad expression and remembered his parents who had been dead for many years, he suddenly felt sad.

He whispered: "Sir Wan, don't be anxious. I'll say something to Lian Sheng first?"

"Okay." Wan Wenming let go of Wu Jie and sighed: "Don't be surprised by Wu Jie, I will be confused if I care."

Wu Jie turned around and said to Lian Lao San: "Lien Sheng, please give me a word to my maid, Mozi, saying that Wu Jie would have to stay with Master Wan for a few days before he could go back, and let her wait for me in the inn."

"Okay, Mr. Wu, don't worry, even the third brother knows how to do it."

After Lian Lao San left, Wu Jie said to Wan Wenming: "Sir Wan, in fact, the young student doesn't know how to treat smallpox."

"You..." A trace of anger flashed across Wan Wenming's face, but he knew that Wu Jie had some more words, so he bowed: "I'll ask for advice."

Seeing Wan Wenming so calm, Wu Jie praised in his heart: He is worthy of being the future leader of the Jinyiwei, so calm.

This man looks like a literati, but he is not a kind of rude and uncivilized martial artist. In fact, those who can become high-ranking officials in the Ming Dynasty have very high knowledge, both civil and military officials. Moreover, Wan Wenming will be a deputy in the future. If he does not have ink in his heart, he will not be able to sit in this position for a long time.

In fact, Wu Jie doesn’t know how to treat smallpox. Even in modern medicine, there is no way to deal with smallpox virus. Whether it is penicillin or pioneer, it is not enough to kill this square virus. Apart from vaccination, of course vaccination is just a means of prevention.

"I don't know how to treat it, but it's not difficult to save the life of the young master." Wu Jie smiled slightly and touched his nose.

Wan Wenming was overjoyed and bowed repeatedly: "Mr. Wu, as long as you can save the life of the dog son, you are the great benefactor of our Wan family. If you have any instructions, no one dares to refuse to follow. As for your case, it is just a matter of one sentence, and it can be written off in one sentence."

Hearing his promise, Wu Jie breathed a sigh of relief even as expected and said, "You are polite, Mr. Wan, don't be busy for now. How many days does the noble man have to spend?"

When he mentioned his son, a few tears came out of Wan Wenming's eyes and replied: "It has been ten days since yesterday. I haven't been able to get in. I'm sure I can't see it."

"It's been ten days, okay, then there will be a rescue." Wu Jie said: "With smallpox, only one of the ten patients can survive. If the noble young master wants to die, he will have died a few days earlier. Being able to delay for ten days means that his resistance is good. Don't worry, I'll cover it with me. Please take me to see the noble young master."

"That's right, please Mr. Wu." Wan Wenming politely led the way in front.

Seeing that Wan Qianhu was so polite to Wu Jie, Kuang Gui and Niu Lichun didn't know what was going on, but they were shocked. Seeing Wu Jie's eyes were full of awe.

Wan Wenming's family lived in the back garden of the yamen. The weather was very hot. When they saw the yard, Wan Wenming took off his official uniform. It can be seen that Wan Wenming was an honest official, his robe was covered with patches, and the furnishings in the house were also torn and ragged. Including his wife, a middle-aged woman of thirty-seven or eight years old, she was also very simple.

This is rare for a spy chief of a powerful agency, and it also surprised Wu Jie very much.

It is understandable that the salaries of officials in the Ming Dynasty were astonishingly low, and sometimes they were not even enough to eat. If you don’t find a way to make extra money, you may starve to death. From this point of view, Wan Wenming is not bad in nature.

Wan Wenming's wife looked quite impatient. When she saw Wan Wenming, she didn't care about other people, and she burst into tears: "Master, you still know that you are back, son... son has fallen into a coma... and he is not going to do it. You have been busy with official duties these days and don't care about us both."

Wan Wenming was shocked: "When did you faint? Do you ask me for a doctor?"

Mrs. Wan: "I have fainted for more than an hour. Seeing that you have been busy, who dares to call you? The doctor invited a few of them, but when they arrived at the place, they heard that it was smallpox. They were afraid that they would be sick, so they didn't even dare to enter the hospital gate, so they said goodbye." She screamed and grabbed Wan Wenming's sleeve: "I don't care. If I don't go and invite a doctor here immediately, I will never spare you. At that time, if my son has a few long and two shorts, I will fight you with you!"

As he spoke, tears spread all over Wan Civilization.

Smallpox disease was an incurable disease for the ancients. Smallpox virus was transmitted through the air and was extremely contagious. When encountering such patients, they could only be isolated.

Wan Wenming and his wife have not seen their son for ten days.

He felt sad in his heart, and he was not concerned about his wife. He comforted her softly, and pointed at Wu Jie and said, "I haven't invited me here, don't be anxious, don't be anxious, I can always think of a solution. Madam, I feel sad in my heart. If my son goes, don't talk about you, I...I...I...I don't want to live anymore." There was a choking sound in his voice.

Mrs. Wan then discovered Wu Jie and wiped her tears: "Doctor, can you save my child?"

Wu Jie: "I'm not a doctor."

Mrs. Wan looked at Wan Wenming in confusion: "I am not a doctor, why are you here to do?"

Wan Wenming: "This is Wu Jie and Wu Shizhen, the number one talented man in Chengdu. He said... He said that he has a way to save his child's life."

A glimmer of hope appeared in Mrs. Wan's eyes: "Mr. Wu..."

"Mrs. I don't have to say anything. I'll go and see the noble master first."

"But, the house where smallpox patients live..."

"Don't worry, the doctor's parents are still afraid of being infected?" Wu Jie pointed to a small courtyard next to him and asked, "Young Master Wan lives here."

A servant nodded pale and said, "The young master lives here. Since he gave birth to smallpox, no one dared to go in."

Wu Jie smiled slightly, and didn't talk nonsense, and walked straight inside. Just kidding, I've been vaccinated for life and I'm afraid of what I'm afraid of.

"Wait, Mr. Wu." Wan Wenming called Wu Jie.

Wu Jie stopped and said, "Why did Master Wan see the teachings?"

Wan Wenming bowed a long time and said with emotion: "Mr. Wu doesn't even care about his life for the sake of his son's illness. With such a kindness, Wan Wenming is not a ruthless heart. Since the young master is not afraid of life and death, he says, "Are the doctor's parents afraid of being infected?" No matter whether my son can survive in the future, you are my Wan Wenming's benefactor. There is no need to mention any case in the future, the young master can come and go at will."

Wu Jie was not surprised or happy, and said lightly: "Your Mahjong doesn't need to be like this. It's just a small smallpox disease. Since Wu Jie can volunteer, there is a way to make bones and flesh. Now, you still need to prepare a few things."

"Please tell me, my son."

"Hot water, clean cotton cloth, sugar and salt water, as for the others, I will write it on paper." Wu Jie turned around and walked slowly towards the yard.

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