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Most of the patients infected with the plague in Anping have returned home, and a small number of those in serious condition are still being treated in District 3.

In Anping, a small number of people continued to go to work, such as workers in several factories. Mu Qing still required most people to wear masks when going out.

The daily street disinfection continues as usual, thanks to Jiang Ji's thunder spirit root, otherwise it would take several days to mix so much disinfectant with alcohol every day.

Only after the situation in Anping stabilized did Mu Qing have the mind to focus on Guangsha and the other three cities.

When Du Congsheng asked Mu Qing for medicine.

It would be difficult to supply these few key medicinal ingredients to ordinary people, let alone Shucheng.

The only prescription related to Artemisia annua was the ancient Artemisia annua recipe given by Mu Qing that day.

During the second clinical trial, Mu Qing still did not give the prescription to Du Congsheng.

It was not until now, when it was confirmed that the ancient recipe of Artemisia annua could cure malaria, that Mu Qing wrote the recipe in a letter and also wrote about Li Min's discovery of the two diseases.

Mu Qing asked someone to send this letter to Shucheng by express horse.

More and more people in these four cities were dying. Mu Qing had already sent the prescription to Guangsha and Southern Wei through spies a few days ago.

Mu Qing didn't know whether the doctors in these two cities would believe in this prescription.

But all she knew was that it would take just one physician to believe.

Malaria patients can be cured by this doctor.

Hundreds of papers containing prescriptions were sent by spies to clinics, temples, and some village chiefs.

The prescription is precious, so she could sell it privately at a sky-high price.

Mu Qing didn't do that and didn't want to do that.

Sharing knowledge may not earn you money, but it can save more lives.

In a medical clinic in Guangsha.

Song Wenhe got up and walked to the yard as usual.

At a glance, he could see a piece of paper hanging on the wooden rack in the yard.

The paper was snow-white all over, and the thin piece of paper was filled with medicinal herbs written on it.

This is a prescription.

Song Wen recognized the medicinal herbs as soon as he saw them on the paper.

Of course, in addition to the medicinal materials, there are a few lines of small words at the end of the page.

"This is an ancient recipe for Artemisia annua, which can cure malaria."

Artemisia annua?

Song Wen had never heard that this medicinal herb could treat malaria.

What's more, isn't the disease that the people are suffering from this time typhoid fever?

How could it be malaria?

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"Malaria? Impossible."

Mou Songzhu spoke with certainty, not believing that the plague this time was malaria.

In Shucheng, doctors from several clinics also received this prescription.

They sat around the tea table.

Guo Mo held the prescription tightly in his hand, his eyes almost glued to the paper.

Du Congsheng spread out the prescription and read it carefully.

The source of the prescription was in doubt, and Mou Songzhu looked unhappy:

"I have checked the pulses of most patients and found that they have typhoid fever.

There are not many records of malaria in the Tianchi Dynasty, so how could this plague just happen to be malaria?"

He looked at the prescription with more contempt:

“I have never heard of this prescription. Last night, I looked through all the ancient books at home and found nothing about using Artemisia annua to treat plague.

Who do you think is playing tricks on us with this recipe? "

Mou Songzhu sat down and did not take a close look at the herbs on the prescription.

Instead, Guo Mo folded the prescription and carefully put it in his arms:

"The herbs in this prescription are compatible with each other, maybe we can give it a try."

"The origin of this prescription is unknown. So what if it killed someone?"

Mou Songzhu looked at Guo Mo suspiciously.

"The prescriptions are not necessarily fake. Our medical skills are not inherited from masters. There are many ancient prescriptions in the world that we don't know about, but we just can't access them."

Du Congsheng looked at Guo Mo in agreement. What Guo Mo said was the same as what he thought. Moreover, he had a letter from Anping in his arms:

"We have no way of knowing whether this prescription is real or fake, but we can find someone to test the medicine."

"Test medicine?"

"Yes, this is Anping Mu Qing's reply."

Du Congsheng took out the letter and circulated it among the people:

"Not long ago, Xia Yue sent a message to Anping. Mu Qing did not give a clear response at that time, but he did send us a batch of food."

In fact, except Anping, the other four cities have always been short of food, especially the poor people.

Due to lack of food and malnutrition, the immunity is naturally low. In the early stage of the epidemic, the number of people infected in Shucheng was much greater than that in Anping.

Du Congsheng secretly used the food Mu Qing sent to give as porridge to patients who could not afford meals.

As long as they have a meal, patients whose conditions are not seriously ill can still survive.

Mu Qing's attitude towards sending troops to Shucheng was ambiguous, and Du Congsheng also knew that he was acting too hastily.

This second reply letter gave Du Congsheng hope.

The letter still did not mention sending troops, but informed them of the news about the prescription for treating malaria.

"Doctor Li has already tested this prescription in Anping. Perhaps this epidemic is not just typhoid fever, as the letter says, but also malaria."

After Du Congsheng said this, Guo Mo also remembered something. Their medical skills were not as advanced as Li Min and Xia Yue's, but they had also encountered many patients whose pulses did not seem to be those of typhoid fever.

Most of these patients have fever, so Guo Mo directly classified them as injuries.

If it were malaria, that would make sense.

“Let’s not talk about whether the people are suffering from malaria, but if this is really a prescription for treating malaria, I don’t believe Anping will hand over the prescription so easily.

He is a wise man who does not want money but fame, but now he doesn't even want fame anymore."

Guo Mo continued to remain skeptical:

"Also, I remember that the refugee army and Anping are hostile, and Shucheng is the city of the refugee army. Will Mu Qing treat the people of Shucheng the same way he treats the people of Anping?"

“It doesn’t make sense.”

Guo Mo looked at the tea leaves and sighed.

He understood everything Guo Mo said.

Today, plague is raging in Shucheng and the people are living in misery.

Apart from believing in this prescription, what else can they do with just a few people?

"Everyone has something to ask for. We don't know what Mu Qing wants, but what we are asking for is already at the end of the road. The prescription is unknown, so the result is also unknown.

If there is any hope, we must ask for it.”

Guo Mo turned his gaze from the tea leaves to Mu Songzhu:

"I will find someone to try the medicine. I have to give it a try no matter what."

Du Congsheng nodded. He had the same idea as Guo Mo.

Several people parted unhappily.

Du Congsheng looked through the letter again for methods of epidemic prevention.

Mu Qing's letter included a prescription for Artemisia annua and some other content.

For example, burning smoke from traditional Chinese medicine disinfects the air;

Prevent plague by wearing sachets, smelling mugwort, etc.

This was the first time Du Congsheng saw the word "disinfection". When myrrh was around, he had also practiced fumigation with wormwood.

It's not like he hasn't thought about isolation, but his power is greater than his insignificance.

Too many people died in Shucheng.

Du Congsheng alone saw more than a hundred people, not to mention the patients who were not in the clinic.

Du Congsheng and Guo Mo both went to collect Artemisia annua.

Many doctors in Shucheng's clinic received the letter, and half of them decided to let people try the medicine, just like Du Congsheng.

The same is true for Song Wen.

After Song Wen discovered the prescription, he hurried to pick some Artemisia annua. Several of the herbs on the prescription were available in the clinic.

He gathered together the patients whose pulses could not be felt but who were seriously ill, and had them take medicine and rest.

Song Wen is not as cautious as Mu Qing and Li Min.