After the whole sect traveled to ancient times, I led the rebellion

After hearing Mu Qing's answer, Yan Ming reluctantly believed this explanation.

After Mu Qing gave the order, the patients in the three areas were isolated separately.

There were many conflicts.

But they were all suppressed by Jiang Ji one by one.

When the Artemisia annua prescription was fed to animals, there was no serious harm.

The next step is to conduct clinical trials.

This was the first time Li Min used this prescription on a patient.

Patients with malaria were re-isolated in another building.

Tang Li and Wei Jiu were both infected with the plague due to long-term contact with patients, and only Li Min and a few other doctors were left.

He carried the medicine from room to room.

This is the third room Li Min has asked about.

The room was silent, and three patients lay half-dead on the beds.

Low moans would occasionally echo in the air.

As Li Min passed by this lifeless house, the expression on his face became solemn.

He knocked on the door through the cloth.

"Is it... Doctor Li?"

Someone in the room responded weakly.

"it's me."

"Doctor Li...don't worry about us.

We probably won’t get better.”

The male voice in the room spoke intermittently. Mo Jing had only said a few words when he seemed to have exhausted all his strength. He leaned against the bed and took a while to relax before continuing:

“These days, other people…

Getting better...

It's just the few of us."

Mo Jing lowered his head after he finished speaking.

He was only in his thirties and had half a year left to waste, but he died just like that.

He is unwilling to accept this.

Mo Jing placed his hands on the bed and stared at the medicine jar with a dead heart.

Li Min passed by two houses, but no patient was willing to try the medicine. He didn't want to force them, so he decided to think of another way. So when he passed the third house, he spoke as usual:

"I've recently changed to a new medicine. The new medicine has a different formula from the old one, and the new medicine is more potent. If you want to try it, I'll give you the new medicine today."

Of the three people in the room, the other two did not answer. They rejected Li Min with silence.

Mo Jing bent his hands slightly, and he slowly climbed up from the bed:

"Doctor Li, I want to try some medicine."

The plague tormented Mo Jing for a long time, and his body and mind were exhausted.

He didn't want to wait for death at all. Changing the medicine might be risky for others, but for himself.

Mo Jing clearly felt that his life was slowly slipping away.

To him, it could be a strong medicine or a folk remedy.

He really wanted to make some changes.

Li Min's new medicine rekindled Mo Jing's desire for life with hope.

His tone was firm.

Li Ming, who was about to turn around and leave, took his first step back:

"You really want to try the drug."

"Yes."

Mo Jing nodded, and Li Min changed the Mo family's medicine for the day to an artemisinin prescription.

Except for Mo Jing, most people were reluctant to try new remedies.

But besides Mo Jing, there are still people who are willing to believe Li Min and Mu Qing like him.

With a certain number of testers, this clinical trial can proceed.

It takes some time to verify the efficacy of the drug.

Gradually, some weak people who had not taken the new medicine were the first to collapse.

More and more people died in District Three, and it reached its peak today.

"Didn't they say she would be fine in the quarantine area? How come my daughter died in just one day?"

"You are doctors but you don't save people. How can you have a clear conscience?"

A woman living in the malaria quarantine area shouted, her voice hoarse, and her cries echoed into the empty quarantine area.

The other patients in this place started to get scared as they watched people around them die one after another.

There weren't so many deaths a few days ago. Could it be that the government wanted to give up on them, so they separated these dying and seriously ill people from the others and left them to fend for themselves?

Otherwise, how could so many people die at once?

Similar speculations spread in the quarantine area, and people were in panic for a while.

Especially malaria patients who are isolated.

The epidemic tormented them for a long time. They had to watch others recover while they themselves were still sick. None of them would feel mentally balanced.

What's more, they are obviously taking the same medicine.

They are afraid of death.

Their emotions were backfired.

And the knife of this counterattack was directed at the government.

"Why don't you save us? I don't want to get sick."

"When will you let us out? I don't want to stay here anymore."

"Quack, you killed others, are you going to kill us again?"

"Why do you want to lock me up with a dead person? I want to get out."

"I don't want to wait to die."

"They are all dog officials!"

"I want to go home to see my mother..."

……

"I want to go out……"

……

There was a constant stream of shouts and weak, sick sounds mixed together.

This was the first time Mu Qing felt so tired.

They were thirsty, so she climbed up the tree and picked some fruit, but they only took one bite and stopped eating.

Mu Qing was isolated here for a long time.

She walked out of the gate of District 3 step by step, and all the clouds were in the sky.

With the wind, it was hard to tell whether it was the clouds that were retreating or she was retreating.

It's just that the reference is different.

When Mu Qing returned to the government office, Zhuge Huaian walked up to her first:

"My Lord, here you go."

Zhuge Huaian half-deadly took out a basket of government records.

The dark circles on his face were so thick that they didn't look like they had formed overnight.

You know what, it really was a whole basket full.

Mu Qing and Mo Xuzhi were both sick, so Zhuge Huaian took over the government affairs alone. Jiang Ji helped out on a daily basis, while Shen Moyan was in charge of the overall situation.

There was a basket of account books piled up in the corner, and Mu Qing suddenly missed the days of isolation in Area 3.

At this moment, Mu Qing was like a man who had a five-day holiday during the May Day holiday, and then as soon as he came back he had to work overtime like a beast of burden.

I'm tired before I even start working.

Mu Qing rummaged through the basket and pulled out a few account books.

The Artemisia annua prescription is beginning to show results.

The condition of the patients who used the new prescription did not worsen. One of the patients, named Mo Jing, had a strong will to survive and the treatment effect was good.

The current prescription does not have any side effects, so it is time to expand the scope of the experiment.

Li Min returned to the malaria isolation room.

The riots of the people were suppressed yesterday. On the surface, they no longer shouted loudly, but in fact, ever since Li Min came, there were still whispers of complaints.

"Being locked up here without sunlight every day, it would be strange if the condition didn't get worse."

"Yes."

Li Min knocked on the door, and the voices quickly disappeared.

As usual, he knocked at the third room.

"Mo Jing."

"Doctor Li!"

Mo Jing looked at the person coming outside the door with joy.