Lu Bu: My wife comes from two thousand years later

Because of the Heimlich maneuver, Zhang Mo thought of many other first aid methods she had learned in her previous life, such as artificial respiration and cardiopulmonary resuscitation. She was not afraid of being questioned about how she learned them, and explained them one by one to Zhang Ji.

The more Zhang Ji listened, the more surprised he became. Although he had not yet put these methods into practice to see if they were useful, as a doctor, he could roughly judge that these methods were indeed reliable just by listening to the principles.

He took out the pen and paper he carried with him and carefully wrote down what Zhang Mo said.

After he finished organizing his notes, he asked curiously, "Is Amo's mother a witch doctor?"

Witch doctors were the main medical personnel in folk society during the Han Dynasty. Zhang Jue, the leader of the Yellow Turban Army, was actually a witch doctor. Before the uprising, he specialized in treating people with talismans and water. Seeing that Zhang Mo knew so much, Zhang Ji naturally thought that her mother might be a witch doctor.

Zhang Mo nodded vaguely.

Xu Huang and Xu Chu obviously believed her. They had followed her for a long time and knew that her head was full of strange things that a peasant woman could not teach her.

After they returned to the courtyard, Xu Huang walked over to the baby's cradle under the eaves of the lobby. He stretched out a finger and teased the baby while asking, "Amo, the little one is already a month old. When are we going back to Jinyang?"

Zhang Mo sat in the house and continued sewing baby clothes. "Wait a little longer, until he grows up a little bit."

"When I was pregnant, you said the fetus was unstable and couldn't be moved. After I gave birth, you said you'd wait until the baby was a month old. Now that it's a month old, you're saying you need to wait until it's a little older. Do you still want to go back?"

Xu Huang looked up at her and said, "Haven't you and Fengxian always been doing well? Could it be that he has done something to offend you? I feel like you're avoiding him. It's a pity that he still doesn't realize he's a father."

Xu Chu was also puzzled. "Zhongming is right. It's not convenient for you to be outside with the little one all the time. You should go back early!"

Zhang Mo hesitated. She also wanted to go back, but she was really afraid that she would kill him. It turned out that she didn't believe in fate, but since her soul could travel through time, it meant that maybe there were ghosts in the world. Since there were ghosts, there might also be gods and Buddhas. Moreover, because of her, Wang Yun died two years earlier than historical records.

During this period, she had been hesitating whether to send Xiao Baozi back or go back together. If she sent him back, she couldn't bear to leave him, but if she went together, she was afraid that she would kill Xiao Baozi and Lu Bu in the future, the two most important people in her life.

Also, Lu Bu already knew that she was a resurrected corpse, would he still like her? She had kept this secret in her heart for many years, and this time she left to give him some time to think about it. Otherwise, what if he minded after they got married in the future? After all, he was a genuine ancient person.

"What are you thinking about?"

Seeing her in a daze again, Xu Chu waved his hand in front of her and said, "When you decide when to return, I'll go and deliver a message."

"Otherwise..." Zhang Mo hesitated and said, "Go back and tell Lu Bu that Xiao Baozi and I are in Zhending and see how he reacts."

"What else could he react to? He must be going crazy with joy!"

Xu Chu suddenly realized as he spoke, "Hey, we are clearly in Xiaquyang, why do we say we are in Zhending?"

"Just say we're in Zhending... When you tell him, be sure to observe his expression carefully. If there's even a hint of fear, murderous intent, or hesitation in his eyes, don't tell him the truth. If he's truly ecstatic, then... tell him we're in Xiaquyang."

Hearing her say this, Xu Chu and Xu Huang finally realized something was wrong. Xu Huang asked, "Why? Why would Fengxian be so afraid, even wanting to kill you?"

Xu Chu walked over to the cradle and carefully studied the chubby little boy sleeping soundly. "No matter how you look at it, this kid looks like a miniature version of Lu Fengxian..."

He looked up at Zhang Mo, "Isn't this...? What exactly happened between you two?"

"It's nothing, just say what I tell you to do." Zhang Mo said lightly.

Let her be selfish again. If Lu Bu is really not afraid at all and doesn't mind these things, then let him be defeated. If anything happens to him and the little bun in the future, she will accompany him and it is better for the whole family to go to the underworld than for the little bun to be without a father or a mother.

The next morning, Zhang Mo saw Xu Chu out of the inner gate and gave him some serious instructions. After watching him ride away on horseback, she returned to the house with a nervous heart.

"Sister Amo, there is a sacrificial ceremony in the village today. Do you want to go and take a look?" The medicine boy Rendong was sitting in the yard, basking in the sun while grinding herbs.

Gu Ying</span>"What are you offering sacrifices to?" Zhang Mo asked curiously.

"I heard from the village head that in recent years, vengeful spirits have been haunting this place every late spring, and then people start getting sick. The situation is most serious in summer and autumn, with people dying every year, and sometimes even entire families wiped out. That's why there are so many empty houses in Xiahuli."

"A wronged ghost haunting you?" Zhang Ji, who was sorting through medical records, looked up at Ren Dong. "Tell me clearly what's going on."

Honeysuckle said, "I don't know the details. I just saw the incense table and offerings being set up at the ancestral hall when I went out to fetch water this morning, so I asked a few questions."

Zhang Ji put down his brush and said thoughtfully, "Starting in late spring? Summer or autumn... maybe even the whole family will die out?"

He stood up and said, "No, no, this is not right. Come with me and ask for clarification. This is most likely a plague."

Pestilence is a plague!

After hearing this, everyone's expression changed, including Zhang Mo, the modern soul.

Before she traveled through time, she had just experienced a global plague. Even with modern advanced medical conditions, in just over half a year, hundreds of thousands of people had died worldwide, with hundreds of millions of confirmed cases. Hospitals and funeral homes were full every day. In some places, funeral homes were unable to cremate the bodies in time, and some even burned the bodies directly with firewood. Just thinking about it, you can imagine how terrible it was.

The salient features of the plague are rapid onset, severe illness, strong infectiousness, and almost devastating deaths once an outbreak occurs. However, the disease only occurs in summer and autumn here, which is inconsistent with these characteristics of the plague.

Zhang Mo, hoping for a lucky break, asked, "Master, this isn't necessarily plague. If it were, everyone in this area would have died long ago."

"Some diseases are seasonal, so go and ask about the situation first."

Zhang Ji said this and walked out first. Zhang Mo gave Xu Huang some instructions, asking him to look after the little bun, and followed him towards the ancestral hall.

The village chief of Xiahuli was named Tang. Because he loved eating soup noodles as a child, his family named him Tangbing after he came of age. Zhang Ji had cured many of the villagers' illnesses during this time, and the village chief had great respect for him. When Zhang Ji asked about the symptoms of the deceased, the village chief quickly replied, "Mostly they had high fever, irritability, splitting headaches, and sometimes abdominal pain and diarrhea."

Old Man Tang asked in confusion, "Sir, why are you asking this?"

It hadn't been confirmed yet, so Zhang Ji couldn't say he suspected there was a plague. He just said, "I've been practicing medicine for several years. Whenever I see a patient, I always ask them a detailed question and diagnose their symptoms so I can better treat them. I wonder if there's anyone sick in this village right now?"

Old Man Tang shook his head. "In previous years, most people got sick in the summer, and we didn't have money to see a doctor. Those who could handle it recovered naturally, but those who couldn't would die in five or six days, or even half a month at most. In winter, there are no more patients with this disease, and most of them are suffering from typhoid fever and coughs."

"If one person gets sick, will the whole family be infected?"

"That's usually the case."

"Have you never doubted that this is a plague?"

"How could it be? If it were leprosy, everyone in my family would have died in a few years." The old man swore, "This is definitely not leprosy!"

Although Old Man Tang was not well educated, he had lived for a long time and naturally knew what plague was. It could destroy a city or even a county.

"Why do you make such a conclusion, old sir?" Zhang Ji asked again.

"Three years ago, several people from nearby villages raised money and hired a divination practitioner. They found out that the Jingguan outside Xiaquyang was the cause of the disaster."

Lest they not know, Old Man Tang explained, "Six years ago, General Huangfu beheaded Zhang Jiao's brother Zhang Bao in Xiaquyang and used the corpses of over a hundred thousand Yellow Turbans to build a Jingguan. Most of them were moth bandits, but there were also many innocent refugees who were mistaken for moth bandits and killed by some officers and soldiers to gain merit. Their wronged souls linger and harbor deep resentment. In recent years, every summer, nearby residents have often seen ghost lights flickering around the Jingguan. Sometimes there are only one or two, sometimes there are more than a dozen. It's truly terrifying."

The old man took a sip of water and continued, "Three years ago, we consulted a witch to divine. Every spring, we raise tributes to the wronged spirits. Although we still see ghostly lights from time to time, the number of people dying from illness has definitely decreased since last year. This shows that it must be the wronged spirits that are causing trouble."