Since he couldn't ask for leave, he simply stopped asking. Yang Qiuchi came to the cell and Da Banya and others to brag. At this time, a jailman came in from outside, and was still cursing and saying, "Damn it, I'm going to die but not die, so I have to guard him all day long."

Dabanya asked, "Is it that poor scholar? Are you not dead yet?"

"That's not it. He's been howling for a few nights."

Yang Qiuchi asked in confusion: "What a poor scholar, what's going on?"

Dabanya replied: "Master Yang, this poor scholar is named Long Zixu. He killed his wife and was convicted of death. He has had a high fever, diarrhea, and has no money to see a doctor these days. It seems that he will not last a few days."

"Ah?" Yang Qiuchi asked in surprise, "Why don't you go to the doctor to see him?"

Dabanya quickly stood up and smiled with her waist: "Master Yang, it's not that we don't want to save us. Our cell does not have the money to treat the prisoners. If you enter the cell, you will get sick in 10 or 100% of them. How can you have the money to treat them?"

"Then don't let them die?"

Dabanya was a little embarrassed: "Master, there is nothing I can do about this. The prisoner has rich family. Let's tell his family to take money to treat the disease. When he encounters someone who has no money, he has to stand up. If he can't stand up, he has to accept his fate."

Yang Qiuchi said, "How can I not save you?" He stood up, but he didn't know what to do. What Dabanya said just now is not unreasonable. The prisoner was sick, the family had no money, and the yamen did not have this expense. Do you ask Dabanya and others to pay for the prisoner to treat the prisoner by themselves? There are so many prisoners, and they only have enough money to spend.

However, when she heard that she was still a scholar, Yang Qiuchi felt a little soft-hearted and said to Dabanya: "Take me to see!"

Dabanya agreed and led Yang Qiuchi to a criminal cell. He saw that the ground was full of yellow and red water objects, emitting the stench of feces and urine. A middle-aged man lay on the corner of the wooden fence, with a thick and wide wooden shackle on his shoulders, and his hands were chained in the two holes of the wooden shackle. A messy black hair was already entangled, emitting a foul smell. He seemed to be having a fever, his face was red, and his beard was resting on the wooden shackle in a mess, his eyes were dull, and he was moaning in a low voice.

Dabanya smiled and said to Yang Qiuchi, "This person is Long Zixu. He used to be a poor scholar. When he heard Long Zixu still moaning, Dabanya lowered his head and roared, "Don't howl, your mother, don't howl, the supervisor is here."

Long Zixu opened his godless eyes, looked at Yang Qiuchi, and half closed his eyes.

Yang Qiuchi bent down, put his back on his forehead and tried it. He started to make a hot move. The high fever was probably about forty degrees. He felt tight and saw that he was extremely weak, his expression was indifferent, and his reaction was slow. The ground was covered with diarrhea and bloody stool. After a moment of pondering, he asked, "How do you feel?"

After asking a few times, Long Zixu half opened his eyes: "It hurts...the stomachache..."

Yang Qiuchi reached out to press the right side of his upper abdomen a few times, and Long Zixu screamed in pain.

I just touched and found that Long Zixu's liver and spleen were obviously swollen. With this symptom, Yang Qiuchi's brows tightened. He took a few steps back and asked Dabanya: "Is there anyone else who has similar symptoms?"

Seeing that Yang Qiuchi looked nervous, Dabanya quickly replied: "No, except for Hu San and Widow Xie who was taken away two days ago, this serious criminal was the only one who was poor scholar and no one else."

"Isolate immediately and no one is allowed to enter!" Yang Qiuchi turned around and walked out, "Call the best doctor in Guangde County soon. Come quickly!"

Dabanya agreed repeatedly and quickly ordered the jail to block the prison of serious offenders and not allow anyone to enter. He urgently sent someone to invite a doctor.

Yang Qiuchi returned to the class room, fed a basin of hot water, washed his hands carefully, and then sat on the chair to ponder. Dabanya asked carefully: "Master Yang, what disease does this scholar have? Is it amazing?"

"It's probably typhoid fever!"

"Ah?" Da Banya was startled, "My God!" He almost turned around and ran out. But the commander was still here, and if he wanted to escape, he would not want to get stuck.

The fear of Dabanya is not unreasonable. In ancient times, people believed that the occurrence of epidemics, that is, acute infectious diseases, was caused by the body's injury, so the ancients collectively called acute infectious diseases "typhoid fever". What we call "typhoid fever" in modern times is an acute intestinal infectious disease caused by typhoid bacteria, classified as Class B infectious diseases. It is also a common "typhoid fever" in ancient times. Due to rapid transmission and poor prevention measures, it is easy to cause large-scale infection, so the mortality rate is very high. No wonder Dabanya is frightened.

After a while, the doctor invited him. Yang Qiuchi told the doctor that the patient had typhoid fever, and the doctor's face changed. He went into the prison carefully. After a while, he came out. He said nervously: "What the adults said is right, it's typhoid fever. What should I do?" He also trembled a little.

At present, it seems that the disease has not spread yet and must be blocked in its infancy. Otherwise, once it becomes popular, it will be "a singing of thousands of households and ghosts". Yang Qiuchi ordered the doctors in the city to be invited, and the doctors will transfer Long Zixu to a separate prison room that is convenient for isolation, responsible for cleaning up the excrement, and then disinfecting all prison rooms with Chinese medicine soup. All prisoners and banned soldiers in the county government will take Chinese medicine to prevent it and follow up. All fees will be paid by Yang Qiuchi.

Traditional Chinese medicine has a very good way to treat this disease. As early as the Eastern Han Dynasty, Zhang Zhongjing wrote an immortal work of "Treatise on Febrile Diseases", which recorded the onset and treatment of hundreds of epidemic diseases.

Under the command of Yang Qiuchi, the doctors successfully completed the isolation and disinfection, prescribed medicine for Long Zixu for treatment, and used preventive decoctions for others. This infectious disease was discovered early and treated in a timely manner, and it is estimated that it would not cause a large-scale epidemic. Yang Qiuchi breathed a sigh of relief.

When these things were done, the sun had already begun to go west. I thought to myself that Song Yuner and the others went out in the morning, and now it was afternoon. Before they came back, Yang Qiuchi felt more and more uneasy and decided to take the little black dog to find them.

When Yang Qiuchi returned home, Yang's mother's maid Xiangqing opened the door and said that the old lady and two grandmas had gone to the street to buy things. Yang Qiuchi went to the forensic room to get a pistol. He was wearing a robe for supervision and was not convenient to insert it on his waist, so he tied the pistol holster to the outside of his right leg, inserted the pistol into the holster, and then walked out.

When passing by the new house, he heard a faint sound of water inside. Yang Qiuchi was very strange. Didn’t they go out to the street? Who is in the house? Yang Qiuchi quietly pushed open the door and entered the house. He walked past the outer room where the maid Yuechan lived, gently lifted the curtain, and saw Yuechan sitting on a low stool, taking off her shirt, and cleaning her breasts.

Yang Qiuchi suddenly felt dry mouth. Although this girl Yuechan was only fourteen or fifteen years old, her body had developed better. Her hemispherical breasts were white and round, making people feel like they wanted to commit crime.
Chapter completed!