With a million soldiers, the empress begged me not to rebel

Soon, a group of skilled tailors and craftsmen gathered in the hall of the government office.

Everyone looked at each other, wondering what the master wanted to say.

Seeing this, Lu Yan was secretly delighted and immediately picked up the pen and ink and started drawing on the paper.

What he drew were the patterns of masks and isolation gowns.

"Please look, this is called a mask. It's made of fine cloth and can cover your mouth and nose, preventing the spread of germs."

Lu Yan pointed at the drawings and explained in detail.

"This is called an isolation gown. It's made of thick cloth and can cover the entire body to prevent infection."

"Sir, what...what is this?"

An old tailor looked at the pattern drawn by Lu Yan and asked with a puzzled look on his face.

The other craftsmen also nodded, saying that they had never seen such a strange object.

Lu Yan picked up a drawing and pointed at the mask pattern on it and explained:

"This thing is called a mask. It's made of multiple layers of fine cloth and can cover your mouth and nose."

"Prevent the spread of germs. You must be very careful and not make any mistakes."

The old tailor suddenly understood and said excitedly:

"Your Excellency is truly ingenious! These masks and isolation gowns are simply divine artifacts!"

"With them, we don't have to worry about cholera!"

Lu Yan nodded and said seriously:

"This is related to the safety of the people of Jingzhou, and also to our own protection. We must do it quickly and well, without any carelessness!"

"Don't worry, sir. We will do our best to work day and night to complete your instructions!"

The craftsmen responded in unison, their faces full of excitement.

"It must be delivered quickly and efficiently. This batch of supplies is related to the safety of the people of Jingzhou, as well as our own protection!"

Lu Yan's tone was serious.

In the face of the plague, protective measures are as important as any weapons and equipment.

"I see, your Excellency is truly a master of foresight!"

The old tailor suddenly understood and responded quickly.

"I will go back now and gather all the embroiderers. We will work day and night to complete the master's order!"

at the same time.

Lu Yan also ordered people to collect all the medicinal herbs and common medicines for treating cholera in the city in case of emergency.

The medicinal herbs are piled up like mountains, with so many varieties that it is dizzying to look at.

"Sir, there are so many medicinal herbs. We are traveling light this time, and I'm afraid it will be difficult to carry them all."

Zhang Xun looked at the mountain of medicinal herbs and said with some concern.

Lu Yan pondered for a moment and said:

"You're right. There are indeed too many herbs. We only take the most important ones."

"The rest will be transported by carriage and will follow later."

After everything was arranged, Lu Yan looked around.

Lu Fei and Li Kui were both busy and nervously preparing to set off.

Going to Jingzhou is extremely dangerous, but he has to go.

The scorching sun at noon was burning the earth.

Dust was flying on the official road, and Lu Yan and his group were galloping on their horses.

The silence of the official road was broken by the sound of horse hooves, and suddenly, a large group of fleeing people appeared in front.

Their clothes were ragged and in tatters.

He walked unsteadily, each step seemed extremely difficult, and he could fall at any time.

Slowly crawling on the official road, there is no end in sight.

"My lord, something is not right."

Zhang Xun said in a low voice with a serious expression.

"It seems these people are not just fleeing..."

Lu Yan pulled the reins, and the warhorse under him neighed, raised its front hooves, and stopped.

His eyes swept over the fleeing team and his heart sank.

He saw that many people had obvious symptoms of cholera:

The vomiting continued; the diarrhea continued, and filth was everywhere;

Severe dehydration, chapped lips, skin like dry bark.

What’s even more terrifying is that some people have collapsed on the roadside, dying, with no one caring about them.

"Stop!"

Lu Yan gave orders loudly, and his voice echoed in the air.

The team then stopped, the sound of horse hooves stopped abruptly, and the dust slowly settled.

Lu Yan dismounted and walked to a young man lying on the ground.

The young man's face was pale, without a trace of blood.

Lu Yan reached out and touched his forehead. It was scorching hot! Like a furnace.

"doctor!"

Lu Yan turned around and shouted, his voice hurried and anxious.

The accompanying doctor hurried forward and took out the medicine box.

After a careful inspection, he shook his head solemnly:

"Sir, he's dying..." The doctor's voice was low and weak.

Before Lu Yan could speak, the young man suddenly grabbed Lu Yan's hand.

With the last bit of strength, he said:

"Save...save my wife...and my child..."

His voice was hoarse and weak.

After saying this, he took his last breath and his hands dropped weakly.

His eyes were wide open, and he died with his eyes open.

Lu Yan looked at the young man's eyes that were still open, and his heart felt like it was being cut by a knife, with waves of pain.

He turned to look at the fleeing team, only to see pairs of desperate eyes staring at him.

"All doctors, treat patients immediately! For those with mild symptoms, distribute medicine and masks!"

"Those with severe symptoms will be isolated and treated in a centralized location! Zhang Xun, take your men to find a nearby water source and resettle the refugees!"

"Yes!" Everyone responded in unison.

They moved quickly and in an orderly manner.

Lu Yan looked at the busy crowd, feeling speechless.

This is just the tip of the iceberg, insignificant yet shocking.

Similar scenes kept happening, and he became more and more anxious.

The epidemic situation in Jingzhou City is far more serious than imagined.

He urged the team to speed up, wishing he could grow wings and fly to Jingzhou City immediately.

Bring hope to those suffering people.

Time is life, and every moment of delay may mean the loss of more lives.

Three days later, after overcoming numerous obstacles, Lu Yan and his party finally arrived outside Jingzhou City.

The scene that came into view made Lu Yan's heart sink suddenly.

The city gates are tightly closed, isolating everything from outside, and an insurmountable gap separates life and death.

The heavy door panels were covered with scratches and mottled marks.

Silently telling of the suffering that the city is experiencing.

On the city wall, the soldiers guarding the city stood motionless, holding spears.

Zhang Xun rode his horse to Lu Yan's side, his voice filled with uneasiness:

"Sir, this... this city gate..."

He spoke incoherently, as if there was glue on the city gate, sticking to his words as well.

"This is a necessary measure to prevent the spread of the epidemic."

His eyes were as sharp as torches, as if he could see through the heavy city gate and see the suffering of the people inside.

In his eyes, the city of Jingzhou at this moment was like a powder keg that could explode at any time.

Any spark could trigger an uncontrollable disaster.

He squeezed the horse's belly hard, causing the horse under his crotch to feel pain.

With a neigh, it carried him towards the city gate like an arrow.

He looked up at the soldiers on the city wall and shouted:

"Listen up, defenders on the city walls! I'm Lu Yan from Shannan Prefecture, here to provide disaster relief and epidemic prevention! Open the city gates immediately!"

His voice was like a huge bell, echoing outside the empty city gate.

Circles of sound waves spread out and hit the tightly closed city gate.

The soldiers on the city wall looked at each other, you look at me, I look at you.

They had never seen such a scene before, and they did not dare to open the city gate without permission.

As time passed, Lu Yan became more and more anxious.

An invisible hand was gripping his heart so tightly that he could hardly breathe.

The people in the city are suffering from the plague.

Every moment of delay may mean the loss of more lives.