Traveling through the farm, I just want to earn money by farming

As expected, Qingzhu developed a high fever that night and became delirious. The illness came on suddenly and dangerously.

"We must lower her high fever, otherwise her brain will be damaged if it continues like this." Mr. Ma wrote a prescription and asked someone to boil the medicine.

"Oh my god, I can't feed her this medicine! She won't open her mouth." Yu Jinan was so anxious that he didn't know what to do.

Qingzhu is now unconscious, with his lips tightly closed, and he won't open his mouth no matter what Yu Er does.

Mr. Ma immediately helped Qingzhu up, pried her mouth open with force, and said to Yu Er, "Erlang, pour it into her."

Although Yu Er couldn't bear it, he knew there was no other way, so he took the bowl and poured it in slowly.

"It's okay, it's okay. I still know how to swallow." Mr. Ma looked happy. Although he drank less than half of the bowl of medicine, it was fine as long as he could eat it.

"Go get another bowl." After saying that, Yu Er went to get another bowl and fed it in the same way as before.

"Erlang, you have to take good care of her tonight. Use strong liquor to clean her limbs from time to time. If her fever can go away, this dangerous situation will be halfway through." Mr. Ma packed up his things and gave Yu Er instructions.

Yu Eryi wrote it down one by one, and then heard Mr. Ma say, "You should also be careful. Don't take off this mask casually. You should also go drink a bowl of medicine later."

Yu Jinan went out with Mr. Ma, took the medicine, drank it, and went to take care of Qingzhu.

The doctors, led by Mr. Ma, have been working non-stop, and several of them have been focusing on developing prescriptions for treating the epidemic.

One of them said: "Currently, patients are experiencing high fever, cough, diarrhea and vomiting. The symptoms vary in severity and are susceptible to infection."

Another said, "Not only that, some people are in unbearable pain, and their filth is stained with blood."

Mo Yan continued, "The medicine we're using is slow to take effect, but it's showing some improvement. However, those with severe symptoms won't be able to handle it."

Mr. Ma was silent for a moment before he said, "We've always been conservative with our medication, but it's clearly not suitable for these acute conditions. If we increase the dosage of the heat-clearing and detoxifying medication, would that be feasible?"

Several people thought carefully and decided that if they tried the medicine according to the usual method, these patients would not be able to wait, and there was no other way to try at the moment.

They were painstakingly researching the use of medicine here, but no one knew what was going on outside. They could only hear the soldiers cursing angrily.

"What happened again?" Mr. Ma's face was gloomy. There was no peace all day.

The furious soldiers, seeing someone asking for the reason, angrily said, "Sir, it was not our fault. It is really the evil hearts of these disaster victims."

It was time to deliver medicine to these patients. The soldiers and guards took precautions and delivered medicine to the patients one by one. Unexpectedly, something happened in the room with the critically ill patients. They took advantage of the soldiers and guards' carelessness, snatched off their masks, and spat in their faces.

In this instantaneous change, the soldiers and guards had no reason to be defensive. These critically ill patients, having gained their advantage, actually laughed and said, "Even if we die, we'll take you with us. If you had come to save us earlier, we wouldn't be dying now."

"That's right, you are all black-hearted. You would rather all of us ordinary people die."

"You said you were curing our illnesses, but have any of us recovered? Our health is getting worse and worse. You are deliberately trying to prevent us from living. I want you to die with us."

"Now that you've all been infected, no one can escape. The doctors will definitely treat us wholeheartedly."

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As soon as these words were spoken, the soldiers and guards were filled with hatred and anger, but even so, they still cared about them and only vented their emotions verbally.

After hearing the whole story, the doctors felt indescribable emotions: disappointment, sadness, disgust and anger.

How could human nature be so deplorable? We didn't ask for their gratitude, but how could we be so vicious? We didn't abandon them in the face of life and death, so how could this be wrong?

Mr. Ma said, "Hurry up and clean yourself up, then take some medicine. You should rest early today." He then said to the doctors, "We save lives and heal illnesses for no other reason than our original intention. There are many demons and monsters in the world, but there are also many people who are grateful and righteous. Why should we doubt our original intention because of a few beasts?"

After saying this, Mr. Ma glanced at the shed where the patients were seriously ill, and a cold look flashed across his eyes.

"Boil this medicine and let those with serious illnesses drink it. If it works, it will be their good fortune and they won't die. If they die, it will be considered that they have benefited tens of millions of people and their death is not unjust." After Mr. Ma finished speaking, no one else objected and they all agreed.

He had saved countless lives in his medical practice, but he wouldn't save everyone. Some people weren't worth it. He had never dared to use this prescription, fearing that a heavy dose would harm them. Now that someone was testing it, he didn't need to worry.

After boiling the medicine, he replaced the guards with a few new soldiers. Naturally, he was not as careful as before when treating these people. He gave them the medicine and let them go. After being fed the medicine, a few people became scared, and they actually did not want to die.

"It's all your fault, Ma Bozi. If you hadn't instigated us, we wouldn't have done such a thing. Now look what happened. They must have poisoned us. We really have no way out now." One person complained, and the others followed suit.

Although these people are so seriously ill, they still have the energy to blame each other, which shows that they do not want to die.

Ma Bozi was unable to refute at this time. He blamed the disaster on the people outside. He was afraid of death and always felt that the doctors did not try their best. He thought that if he infected more of their people, they would care and find a way to save them.

But now they are directly asking for their lives? He doesn't want to die, he wants to live!

The few of them started out blaming each other, then kept begging for mercy and admitting their mistakes, and then continued to curse. When they saw that no one paid any attention to them, they were left with only despair.

The other people in the straw huts didn't dare to say a word, and everyone was as quiet as chickens.

After a night, the five people who had been testing the medicine were still alive. Several people took turns taking their pulses, then adjusted the prescription and injected them again. After three days of this, the five people's condition gradually stabilized and showed signs of improvement.

The doctors felt more confident and changed the patients' medicines, and the dark clouds in the entire disease area dissipated for the most part.

Some were happy and some were sad. Qingzhu's disease had improved but the wound began to fester and pus began to ooze, and he had a high fever again.

Yu Jinan was so anxious that his mouth was covered with blisters. "Aye, what should we do now? Why isn't Qingzhu getting better?"

Mr. Ma said, "Her wound is infected with a toxin. The rest is easy to deal with except for the rotting flesh in the wound that needs to be dealt with. But such a large scar on a girl's body is a sin."

"The most important thing now is to save your life. If there is a scar, then there is a scar." Yu Jinan said.

Mr. Ma nodded: "Yes, saving her life is the most important thing. Without Ma Fei San, I don't know if this girl can withstand it."

"Master, I can handle it." Qingzhu's condition was sometimes good and sometimes bad, sometimes awake and sometimes drowsy.

Yu Jinan saw Qingzhu wake up and said happily: "Qingzhu, you are awake? Don't worry, Azi will definitely save you, you will be fine."

Qingzhu turned to Yu Jinan, forcing a smile on his face: "Thank you, Second Brother Yu, for taking care of me these past few days."

Yu Jinan said, "Don't be so polite. You took good care of me when we were in Wuyue Village."