Don't worry, mother, I've brought the golden finger to change your fate

On this day, Xiaohua was drying herbs in the yard. The sun shone through the leaves and onto her face, bringing a touch of warmth. She carefully spread out the herbs one by one and let them dry naturally in the sun. The village head's wife was washing clothes nearby. The sound of the washboard and water hitting each other was particularly clear in the quiet morning.

Village chief Liu Daniu is usually calm, but today he seems unusually hurried. He walks into the yard quickly, his steps are rapid, his breathing is rapid, and his face is full of anxiety and worry.

"Hurry, everyone, hide!" Liu Daniu's voice was hoarse and a little panicked. He waved his hand to signal everyone to hurry into the house, looking around as if he was looking for something.

Xiaohua and the village chief's wife were both startled by his unusual behavior. They stopped what they were doing and looked at Liu Daniu nervously.

"Xiaohua, quickly put away the herbs and go into the house!" The village chief's wife also urged.

Xiaohua quickly stood up, hurriedly gathered the herbs, and asked in confusion, "Village Chief, what happened?"

Liu Daniu took a deep breath and said in a low and urgent voice: "News came from the county that there was an outbreak of plague, with countless deaths and injuries. We must take precautions immediately to protect ourselves and our families."

The village head's wife's face suddenly changed after hearing this, and the clothes in her hands fell to the ground. She hurriedly held Liu Daniu's arm and said in a trembling voice: "Plague? Oh my God, what should we do?"

Liu Daniu frowned, his eyes determined: "We must immediately close the village and not allow outsiders to enter or leave to prevent the spread of the plague. All villagers must stay at home and do not go out at will."

Xiaohua's heart tightened, and she recalled the medical knowledge she had learned in modern times. She knew that this infectious disease was very aggressive and if it was not prevented and treated in time, it would cause great casualties.

"Xiaohua, you know some medical skills. Can you help me see how to prevent and treat this plague?" Liu Daniu turned around and asked, with a glimmer of expectation in his eyes.

Xiaohua nodded and said calmly: "Village Chief, I will do my best. First of all, everyone must maintain hygiene and avoid contact with patients."

The village chief's wife quickly took over the conversation: "Xiaohua, we have some stored food and medicinal herbs here, you can use them first. If you need anything, just tell us."

Xiaohua looked at the village head's wife gratefully and said, "Thank you. I will prepare some medicine and try my best to help everyone get through this difficult time."

The village chief and his wife quickly organized the villagers and conveyed the news to every family. The whole village was shrouded in a tense atmosphere, and everyone was preparing for the coming plague.

Xiaohua returned to her room and turned over the memory of modern medicine in her mind. She knew that this challenge was more difficult than any other time, but she had to be strong because she was the hope of the village.

She prepared some anti-epidemic prescriptions and began to make medicinal soups, while teaching the villagers how to prevent the plague. First, the infected were quickly diagnosed based on the symptoms and isolated. With the help of the village chief's family, she found a remote house as a temporary isolation ward. All people who had contact with the patient had to be disinfected and were not allowed to move around freely during the isolation period. Xiaohua made simple soap with animal fat and wood ash at home, and taught the villagers to wash their hands with soap and boiled water to prevent the spread of bacteria. She also emphasized the importance of maintaining personal hygiene and not sharing tableware and drinking utensils. Based on modern medical knowledge, Xiaohua began to prepare some antibiotic alternatives. She used herbs such as honeysuckle, isatis root and coptis chinensis to make medicinal soups to help patients reduce fever and fight infection. She also added some ingredients with antiviral effects to the herbs to alleviate the symptoms of the patients as much as possible.

In the dead of night, Xiaohua often sat alone under the lamp, thinking about the next countermeasures. The symptoms of this plague were fierce, starting with a high fever, followed by severe headaches, general fatigue and muscle pain. Patients often had coughs, chest pains, and even symptoms of difficulty breathing and vomiting. Severe patients also had rashes and swollen lymph nodes, which were frightening. She knew that the key was to control the source of infection and prevent the spread of the plague.

The next day, the wife of the village chief suddenly had a high fever and everyone was in a panic. When Xiaohua learned about it, she quickly wiped the wife's body with a wet towel, especially her forehead, armpits and limbs, to help cool her down. She also ordered people to prepare enough clean water so that the patient could maintain adequate water intake to prevent dehydration. She also asked the wife of the village chief to take her homemade antibiotics. Under Xiaohua's careful care, the wife's condition was quickly brought under control. Seeing his mother gradually recover, Liu Biao's attitude towards Xiaohua changed subtly.

"Thank you, Xiaohua. If it weren't for you, my mother might..." Liu Biao's usually cold face showed gratitude.

"Don't thank me. I would save you even if you were sick, even though you are an ungrateful person." Xiaohua said with a smile

"You...you...you should stop pushing your luck." The gratitude that Liu Biao had just felt in his heart came to an abrupt end here.