Others are fleeing famine, but I am a salted fish

Can you not open it?

In the wilderness, if there was a doctor who felt the pulse of fifty yamen runners, they would be so happy that they would cry. As for the prisoners, they were all crazy. There were three hundred of them. Even if he were a doctor, he would not do it. Why would he feel the pulse of the prisoners and treat their illnesses? Who did he think he was?

As for not worrying about the prisoners getting infected and infecting them, that's fine. Can't we just ask them more about how to prevent and control the infection when we take their pulses?

In the end, if the number of casualties exceeds the limit, he will have a hard time explaining it. Since that is a special case, when reporting it, he will say that the prisoners were infected and died. The officer in charge of the handover on the border will at most ask them to write a statement of the situation, and will not make things difficult for them.

Since both parties had already agreed, Chun Xing didn't delay and asked Zhao Tou to wait for a moment. Then she asked Lin Xiaoyue to make a simple table for her. She used the tree she had brought back for burning firewood to build a table. As for the stool, she just turned the bamboo basket upside down.

It happened that outside, the wind and rain were blowing, and there were crackling sounds of lightning and thunder. So both sides had to wait until the rain stopped before they could leave, so everyone started to make arrangements on the spot.

As for the yamen runner, after feeling Zhao Tou's pulse first, he would call the other yamen runners over, arrange them in order, and Chun Xing would feel their pulse one by one.

Lin Xiaoyue and the other two were not idle either. After the ginger tea was cooked, Lin Xiaoyue poured Chun Xing's internal medicine into a clay pot and boiled it. She put two external medicines on top and steamed them. She would replace the hot medicine for the two people later.

Xiaocao rummaged in the basket and took out two pieces of dough, a seasoning packet, and two fist-sized mandarin mushrooms to put into the pot for Lin Zhaodi. They would eat this in the evening.

Thinking about the taste of the pot they had at noon, the four of them couldn't help swallowing their saliva. It was really... too delicious.

The meaning is still not finished.

Unlike the harmonious atmosphere near the cave entrance where they were, the prisoners who were ordered to be dragged down and beaten were still screaming in agony.

There were the cries of children, the screams of women, and the cries of men, all intertwined together into a chaotic mess.

The four people were busy with their hands and feet. They even found time to pull a rope, hang up the wet clothes they had just taken off, and use the heat from the burning fire below to dry the clothes.

As for whether it would smell like medicine... it's good enough to have something to wear, what does it matter whether it smells like medicine or not.

So pretentious.

Chun Xing quickly took Zhao Tou's pulse and reminded him to rest and eat regularly.

Upon hearing that he was fine, Zhao Tou asked a few more questions whether there were any methods or medicines for epidemic prevention.

Chun Xing did not hide anything and explained in detail the prevention measures and precautions about the plague that she had talked about with the county magistrate and others when she went to the Wanbao Town County Government Office before, and asked Zhao Tou to stretch out his hand.

Zhaotou listened carefully and stretched out his hand. If he didn't understand something, he would ask a few questions, such as what is a mask? What is alcohol? What are the drugs for prevention and treatment? He asked them in detail. After learning that the state government and Wanbao Town now have corresponding policies for epidemic prevention and control, he became more trustworthy in the four of them.

As for 100% trust, don't be silly. Even dozens of family members living under the same roof may not be 100% trustworthy. You expect him to trust a stranger he just met based on a token. Don't be so naive.

Chun Xing took advantage of the moment when they were talking to quickly give Zhao Tou a few needles on his arm. Her movements were smooth and there was no sign of obstruction.

After the needle was inserted, he freed his hands and rummaged through his bag, where he took out a mask, a small porcelain bottle of alcohol, and several large honey pills for treating epidemics wrapped in oil paper and placed in a small jade box. He placed them on the table one by one for Zhao Tou to see while he explained.

Masks, you can tell how to make them at a glance. As long as they find clean cloth, they can easily find a few prisoners who can embroider well. There is no need for complicated patterns, just simple cutting and sewing.

Alcohol, this small bottle is for their own self-defense and disinfection on the road. There is not much. If you want it, ask in the village at the foot of the mountain. They can generally sell you one or two bottles, but the price is not cheap because the cost is there. There is no need to explain it in detail to Zhao Tou.

She herself didn't have much left of the honey pills for treating the epidemic. As for the town or the state capital, even if they wanted to buy some, they probably wouldn't be able to get any. Nowadays, the medicines in the clinic were either requisitioned by the government or sold out. There couldn't be any left, otherwise they wouldn't have to go up the mountain in the scorching sun to collect medicine.

Facing every item on the table, Zhao Tou screamed in his heart, "I want it, I want it, I want it." They are all life-saving things, who wouldn't want them?

But the girl said that she didn't have much left, and there was no way she could sell him what she had on her. As for the herbs for prevention and treatment, she did pick a lot on the way up the mountain, so it was okay to sell them the herbs directly.

Zhaotou nodded immediately, "I understand, I understand, OK, OK, OK." As long as he could sell him some to save his life, he would have to respect it. Besides, could you give him one or two masks first, so that he can go back and copy them...

Chun Xing hesitated for a moment, bit her lip and gave the mask she had taken out for display to Zhao Tou, without asking for money. As for the herbs, she couldn't give them away, but they could buy them if they needed them. Anyway, before they left the cave, he could come to her if he needed them.

Zhaotou asked about alcohol again...

Chun Xing grabbed a small bottle of alcohol from the table and held it in her arms, saying that she couldn't give it away, nor would she sell it, and that she was only carrying it for self-defense. If he wanted to buy some, he could just wait until the rain stopped and go down the mountain with them to buy it at the farm. Finally, she didn't forget to add that the county magistrate had also ordered alcohol from their farm.

Well, the innocent little rabbit is not completely stupid anymore. Under the subtle influence of Lin Xiaoyue, the cute little rabbit has also learned how to make money.

very good.

This is the way the world is. Don't be a saint. No matter how rich you are, don't give things away for free.

This has nothing to do with being kind or not, it’s just that things that come for free make people feel cheap, and they don’t cherish them. Instead, they will feel that you didn’t give enough.

On the contrary, if you openly display your value, others will respect and praise you.

Just like now, Zhao Tou politely took out a fifty-liang silver note and handed it to Chun Xing, saying that it was a thank you for her help in taking the pulse of the yamen runners and for the acupuncture she had just given him.

Yes, Zhao Tou was not stupid. He did not believe Chun Xing's medical skills just based on her one-sided statement. It was also because Chun Xing showed her medical skills after taking his pulse and gave him two injections on the spot, which relieved the pain in his left hand caused by an injury many years ago, which always caused a dull pain whenever the weather changed.

He never told anyone about the serious injury on his arm, not even his parents or wife.

He could feel the pulse of the little girl in front of him just by feeling it, and with his superb acupuncture skills, the pain was relieved in just a moment. It was simply magical.