Ask Sword

The autumn wind is bleak, and the fallen leaves are turning yellow. The sky was covered with black clouds, and raindrops as fine as needles and threads fell into the world, hitting the tiles and making a dense rustling sound.

He Fanshuang sat alone in the hall of the prefect's mansion, holding a document in his hand, with a solemn expression.

Since I ordered the young people of the Wang family to take leaflets to the epidemic area to promote it last time, the Taiyuan Wang family has not flinched.

On the contrary, they carried out the order,

And launched a new round of counterattacks against the Taiyuan government.

All the companies that originally assisted the Taiyuan government in transshipment of materials all went on strike and retreated, saying that due to various reasons, they could no longer serve the Taiyuan government;

He Fanshuang had to mobilize the staff of the Zhenfu Department to transport food, masks, disinfectants and other supplies.

On the streets of various cities, leaflets similar to those before continued to appear, and the content of the leaflets has also changed from non-existent fabrications to half-truths, half-false stories, or stories that are nine percent true and one percent false.

Why all seven members of a family died of the plague, and the baby became an orphan as soon as it was born;

A volunteer helped the Taiyuan government to take in suspected patients. He was not infected with the disease himself, but he infected his family members with the plague. He felt so guilty that he hanged himself;

The most terrible lie is the truth mixed with lies.

The story on the flyer is convincing, accurate to a certain person in a certain day, a certain time, a certain place, the tone is very contagious, and the words are brilliant, pointing directly at the failure of the Taiyuan government.

Moreover, this kind of leaflet is not once a few days, but once a day,

Every time, it can bypass the sight of the Taiyuan government and deliver it directly to the streets and alleys of Dafang City—it doesn’t need to be precise to every household, as long as it is delivered, the people will naturally let everyone know the content of the leaflet through chatting.

As a result, among the people, the voice of discussion became more and more intense,

Although the people still obeyed the Taiyuan government's arrangement, they disinfected and checked every now and then,

But dissatisfaction is still secretly breeding, spreading, and spreading.

As time goes by, the number of deaths from the plague is still increasing, and seeing that the closure of the city is nowhere in sight, this kind of dissatisfaction is also piling up.

Like under a volcano, boiling magma, hot and roaring steam.

This afternoon, a government servant just caught a citizen trying to use a ladder to climb over the city wall and escape outside the city.

If it were a few days ago, He Fanshuang would definitely have the Taiyuan Yamen punish him severely.

But now, he can only be imprisoned silently and suppress the news, lest more people imitate and learn from his actions.

If things go on like this, sooner or later riots will break out.

He Fanshuang stared at the thin raindrops outside the window, and with a thought, the rainwater falling along the arc of the tiles stopped abruptly, and slowly condensed into a perfectly round water ball in midair.

He Fanshuang's tired face was reflected in the water polo.

The livelihood of millions of people in the city, as well as the safety of tens of millions of people outside of Hedong Road, all rest on her shoulders.

Every decision she makes will affect the lives of countless people.

This pressure is far stronger than the confusion on the path of practice.

The shaking of the mind caused the fluctuation of the spiritual energy.

Snapped.

The water polo collapsed and fell to the ground, splashing water all over the ground.

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He Fanshuang sighed softly, got up and walked out of the hall, an invisible barrier condensed on his head, blocking all the rainwater.

She came to the door of the laboratory, knocked on the door, opened the door and entered.

In the laboratory, Qiu Feng and Ouyang Shi lay on the folding bed in the corner, falling into a drowsy sleep.

Li Ang leaned against the microscope alone, observing the shape of the hyphae.

"Is it raining heavily outside?"

Li Ang noticed He Fanshuang's footsteps, raised his head from the microscope, and asked casually.

"Um."

He Fanshuang nodded. She originally wanted to ask about drug development, but when she saw Li Ang's pale skin and bloodshot eyes because he hadn't left the laboratory for a long time, it was difficult for her to ask.

"How's the situation in town?"

Li Ang used his thoughts to ask why Fanshuang moved the chair and asked calmly.

"not too good,"

He Fanshuang shook his head, "The number of confirmed patients is still increasing by two to three hundred per day."

Compared with the population of one million in Taiyuan Prefecture, the number of several hundred does not seem to be particularly exaggerated.

But the fatality rate of the plague is frighteningly high, and behind every confirmed patient is a broken family.

"That's it"

Li Ang's expression darkened. When he faced the schistosomiasis in Suzhou, the feeling of powerlessness came to him again, and this time it was even stronger.

What if he is wrong? What if there is really no suitable streptomyces that can kill the plague in this world, and if streptomycin cannot be extracted?

Here and the other world in my mind, after all, are two worlds,

I have succeeded one after another in allicin, penicillin, and artemisinin. Why is it so difficult this time.

The two fell silent at the same time, only the ventilation talisman remained in the room, which was still humming.

"Tell me something happy."

Li Ang cheered up and said with a smile, "I heard that your brother is engaged?"

"Um."

When this matter was mentioned, the haze on He Fanshuang's face faded slightly, and he nodded with a smile.

Her elder brother, He Siping, has a promising future as an assistant to the crown prince and a former school inspector. Over the years, countless matchmakers have come to visit the house, almost breaking the threshold.

A few days ago, the marriage was finally finalized. The woman was not the daughter of a court minister, but He Siping's junior. The two met while traveling a few years ago, and as the woman was about to graduate from the academy, the marriage was finalized.

It is estimated that by this time next year, it will be almost time to get married.

As the chatting progressed, the rain outside the window gradually stopped,

The two looked at the swaying yellow leaves outside the window, looking at each other speechlessly.

Suddenly, the Taiyuan prefect's panicked voice sounded in the courtyard, "Scholar He? Scholar He?"

Something happened again.

The small talk came to an abrupt end, He Fanshuang got up silently, and said calmly, "I'm leaving."

"Um."

Li Ang nodded, watched the girl's back and walked out the door, while he took a deep breath and continued to bury his head in front of the experiment table.

Every day the release of special medicine is delayed, the danger accumulated in Taiyuan Mansion and even in Hedong Road will become stronger.

Now he can only concentrate on doing his own work well, and prepare a special medicine as soon as possible to fundamentally solve the plague.

Hope, not too late.

"What happened in the city?"

He Fanshuang walked through the courtyard and asked the anxious and flustered Taiyuan prefect.

"It's all because of those leaflets."

The Taiyuan prefect was accompanied by a group of assistant officials. He gritted his teeth and said, "Thousands of people gathered in the south of the city, and they are suspected of attacking the city gate."