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- "Those of you who are not infected should also drink more hot water." Yang Zongbao thought for a while and said.
"Why?" The old village chief didn't understand.
"I've thought about it, this might be a solution. At first you thought Zhuzi was possessed, so you poured hot black dog blood into him, and then Zhuzi vomited, right?" Yang Zongbao asked and answered himself, without letting him know. The meaning of the person's answer. But the old village chief, as a participant at the time, naturally knew about it, so he nodded.
"After you left, I used a knife to cut open the black substance vomited by the pillar, and found that it was densely packed with parasites. But these parasites died immediately as soon as they came into contact with the air. At first I thought it was the black dog blood that had the effect, and then I thought I guess the parasite is actually anaerobic like roundworms, so it dies when it encounters air. If it is anaerobic, I have absolutely no choice. I just hope it is another situation, that is this kind of parasite. It can only exist at the temperature of human body temperature, which is 36 degrees. Because it is late autumn now, the temperature outside is about 3-10 degrees, so the parasites will die if they are exposed to too low a temperature. The blood of the black dogs fed was killed at the door at a temperature of 38-39 degrees, so it will kill the parasites living in the gastrointestinal tract, but it may be too late" Yang Zongbao's vigorous explanation was completely unproven. Think and say whatever comes into your head, speaking very fast.
The old village chief didn¡¯t understand, but he understood the key word, which was to lower body temperature, so he urged the villagers even harder to strip off the infected person¡¯s clothes, even leaving his underwear on. Men, women, children and the elderly were all tied up hand and foot and left naked at the entrance to the village. Some villagers were hesitant and timid when taking off women's clothes.
Yang Zongbao felt annoyed, so he stepped forward and suppressed the girl who was closest, and slashed with a dagger. The clothes were completely torn, and the girl's strong body was completely exposed to the air
With Yang Zongbao taking the lead, others followed suit, and soon, all the infected were naked.
Yang Zongbao, the old village chief and the uninfected villagers looked at them, nervously.
Yang Zongbao feels most uneasy right now. It was the first time that he had saved someone by relying solely on inference. Although we have prepared for the worst, people's hearts are always intolerable, and they don't want dozens of people to die in front of their eyes.
Time passes little by little, and the closer it gets to midnight, the deeper the cold air becomes.
The man who was stripped naked and tied to the ground stared at the people around him with bloodshot eyes and hysterical hatred.
Baoguo was irritated by those unkind eyes, and slowly walked to Yang Zongbao, keeping his guard up.
¡°Jiejiejiejie¡¡±
¡°Jiejiejiejie¡¡±
Horrible laughter rises and falls with each other.
Nearly everyone around has a torch, and even kind-hearted people will become hateful in the flickering light of the fire.
? It¡¯s close to early morning, and the skin of the infected person has been frozen into a blue-purple color
"Is it okay? If you don't wear clothes, you'll freeze to death." The old village chief was a little anxious, but he didn't dare to make his own decision. I don't know why he believed Yang Zongbao's words.
"It's better to freeze to death." Yang Zongbao showed no expression. He was closely observing the reaction of the infected person. Although the weird laughter has been suppressed, it has not completely disappeared and needs to be frozen again.
"What should the old village chief do?" There are relatives among the villagers who are infected. At this time, they also come to seek the opinion of the old village chief.
¡°It¡¯s better to freeze to death than torture to death.¡± The old village chief blocked the villagers¡¯ mouths with Yang Zongbao¡¯s words.
"No, that's my child." A village woman couldn't help but rushed to the dying little boy in the middle with her clothes and hugged him with her clothes. The little boy was frothing at the mouth and his head fell weakly on the village woman's shoulder.
Seeing that nothing happened, the people around started to get excited, and some of them had already prepared clothes.
"Don't go over there, pull the cow out." The old village chief ordered quickly.
After the old village chief spoke, most people stopped, but there were still a few people who were ready to move.
At this moment, the little boy lying on the village woman¡¯s shoulder silently opened his eyes, opened his mouth, revealing a mouthful of white teeth, and then
"Ah" The village woman screamed when the little boy bit her neck.
Immediately, someone nearby forcibly took the little boy away from the village woman. But the little boy clenched his teeth tightly, and the village women screamed. Finally the boy was thrown to the ground with a mouthful of flesh. The village woman covered her neck and retreated outside the circle, but found that everyone around her was far away from her.
"II'm fineWhat are you doing?" The village woman backed away.
"What the hell, please bear with me." As soon as the old village chief finished speaking, someone immediately tied up the village woman's hands and feet, took off her clothes, and threw them aside, no matter how she whined. Now everyone is in danger, and no one will tolerate any danger.
¡°¡¡± The old village chief didn¡¯t ask when Yang Zongbao would be well this time, he just waited aside.
The old village chief didn¡¯t speak, but Yang Zongbao spoke: ¡°Let¡¯s take off our clothes too.¡±
"What? What?" The old village chief thought he didn't hear clearly, so he asked twice.
"Just in case." Yang Zongbao was most afraid of the cold, but at this point, he couldn't help but take off his clothes one by one, and didn't stop until only one piece of underwear was left.
"Okay." The old village chief asked everyone to take off their clothes together.
After seeing how powerful it was, no one dared to disobey it and followed suit one after another. Then I stood shivering in the cold wind, not allowed to hide.
To protect the country, one simply goes shirtless.
But Yang Zongbao¡¯s torture did not end there: ¡°Water them!¡±
"What?" The old village chief was puzzled.
"The body must be cooled down to kill the parasites. Why did Zhu Zhu die so everyone saw it?" Yang Zongbao rolled his eyes and turned pale. The cold at night is really uncomfortable.
"I'll come first." Baoguo made the first move.
The old village chief saw the tattoo of Guan Gong who had been slashed on Baoguo's back. He frowned and said nothing, but answered with practical actions.
Buckets of cold well water were poured on the infected person, who immediately screamed. The forest at night actually evokes the response of some nocturnal animals.
After shivering all night, when it was almost dawn, Yang Zongbao said to everyone: "Drink a bowl of hot water, and then raise a fire around it to bake."
"What?" The old village chief said, his bones were all old, and his nose was covered with snot from the cold all night: "That will give you a cold."
"If you have a cold, thank God." Yang Zongbao took the hot water handed over by Bao Guo and drank it in one gulp.
The old village chief has no resistance now, and he can do whatever Yang Zongbao tells him to do. If nothing else, just because no one has died yet.
Soon four fires were lit at the entrance of the village.
The temperature rose during the day, and soon everyone¡¯s chill at night was dissipated. It was replaced by a burning sensation. The naked body of the infected person has been roasted red. Even the surrounding villagers who were not infected were starved of water. But Yang Zongbao did not allow them to drink cold water and could only feed himself and the people on the ground hot water that was higher than body temperature.
"Ah, cut"
The results are out, but some people can¡¯t stand it and catch a cold.
"Someone has a cold." The old village chief hurriedly came to report.
"It's a good thing, it would be better if you have a fever." Yang Zongbao also kept drinking hot water.
Everyone spent the day filling water and helping others fill water.
In the evening, Yang Zongbao asked the villagers to remove the extra bonfires and continue to suffer from the cold.
God was kind, and it rained heavily, saving everyone the trouble of fetching water.
It happened that everyone, whether standing or lying down, was drenched. Some of the infected people surrounded in the middle have calmed down and don't know whether they are alive or dead.
"Brother Bao, can you bear it?" Baoguo didn't know why Yang Zongbao did this, but out of trust in him, he strictly followed his orders.
"It's okay, but my health is too good and I don't have a fever yet." Yang Zongbao was helpless. Good health also has its disadvantages.
But because I was tired, I still fell asleep for a while even though my body was wet.
The next day, without Yang Zongbao¡¯s instructions, the old village chief took the initiative to lead people to light a bonfire.
The two heavens of ice and fire.
Yang Zongbao finally couldn't stand it anymore and had a fever.
"so cold¡¡"
Someone on the ground is conscious.
"Wait a minute" Yang Zongbao endured the feeling of dizziness and said to the old village chief: "Find someone to feed oil to induce vomiting. We will drink it ourselves."
"Okay." The old village chief's face was also red abnormally. Looking around, there were only a few intact people. Most people's steps were frivolous and they stumbled.
Soon everyone got the lard, and the two of them cooperated. One person used a funnel to open the mouth of the infected person, and the other person roasted the lard and poured it into the funnel.
"Evil"
Soon the man who had been filled with oil started to vomit.
Yang Zongbao himself drank a bowl. His stomach reacted immediately and he found a place to vomit.
When the entrance to the village was filled with the sour smell, everyone was exhausted.
"Finally, boil the hot water. After everyone has cleaned up, burn the vomit here." Yang Zongbao saw a lot of white rice-like things in the vomit and knew it was done, so he told what to do next.
Because seeing that Yang Zongbao¡¯s method was effective, although most people felt uncomfortable, they still cheered up, bathed the infected person and themselves, and then burned the clothes they took off mixed with vomit. Because it contains lard, the fire quickly grows.
After doing all this, everyone feels like they are surviving a disaster. They all came together to celebrate each other.
"Thank you, Doctor Yang." The old village chief sat face to face with Yang Zongbao wrapped in a blanket. Porridge was cooking in the pot. He hadn't eaten in several days and could only eat liquids like this.
"It's okay, I'm just like a blind cat who ran into a dead mouse." Yang Zongbao's body temperature was very high, but his head was still clear: "Don't rush to reduce the fever, wait for two days after the fever."
"I know. I've never heard that a fever can be cured." The old village chief smiled bitterly. This time it was also a heavy load on his body.
"In fact, the human body has its own immune system. When there are foreign bodies or viruses in the body, it will spontaneously adjust its body temperature in an attempt to burn out those things that should not be in the body. This time is also a miracle." Yang Zongbao breathed Sniffle: "But what will you do next? I don't know if this incident is aimed at you."
"I don't know. I have lived here for 20 years and I really don't know how I will live after changing places. It doesn't matter to us, but what about the younger generation? Just take it one step at a time." The old village chief instantly became much older: "It's a lot more life. It¡¯s old enough.¡±
"I'll wait for one more day, and I'll go back if nothing happens." Yang Zongbao ignored the old village chief's expectant eyes: "I'm just a doctor, how can I arrange for more than 100 of you to take you out quietly? I don't have that power. "
"That's right!" The old village chief laughed at himself: "Because your performance was so good, I almost thought you could achieve anything."
Yang Zongbao didn¡¯t answer. He knew there were some things he couldn¡¯t help.
The next day, Yang Zong stayed for one day. Seeing that everyone was in good spirits, he left.
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On the way back, Baoguo was worried about Yang Zongbao's health. After finally returning to the wooden house, Yang Zongbao saw someone else in the yard from a distance.
"You're back?" The old monk opened the door to greet him.
"Back." Yang Zongbao stared at the old monk hoping to get the answer he wanted, but he was also afraid that the truth would be what he thought.
"not me."
Hearing what the old monk said, Yang Zongbao felt relieved, but he immediately reacted and asked slightly angrily: "Then why don't you help?"
"Because I know you can solve it."
"You" The old monk's answer left Yang Zongbao speechless: "Is there nothing you can do?"
"You also read that book. I'm not a doctor. There's really nothing I can do." The old monk said helplessly.
"Then how did you know?" Yang Zongbao discovered something suspicious in the old monk's words. - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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