Chapter 100:
Jun Huailang was awakened by Jinbao shaking.
He only felt drowsy this night. He was busy late last night and fell asleep.
After falling asleep, it was like being trapped in a dark dream and could never wake up again.
Jin Bao struggled to wake him up.
Jun Huailang woke up dizzy, and his vision was blurred. He only vaguely saw a person in front of him and called him eagerly.
"His Royal Highness, please wake up! The servant has already sent someone to call Langzhong, and he will come soon!" Jinbao said anxiously.
Jun Huailang regained consciousness.
"What's wrong with me?" He frowned, resting one hand on the bed and the other on his forehead. But now, his palms are as hot as his forehead, and he can't test the temperature at all.
Jin Bao was so anxious that her tears were falling.
"Don't panic, Your Highness, it's just a little feverish." Jinbao's voice trembled, and he brought him a cup of hot tea.
Jun Huailang frowned at him.
"Fever?" he asked. "Then why are you panicking?"
Jin Bao shivered, her eyes were red, and she dared not speak.
If this is really an epidemic... it is an epidemic, how can it be good!
How many officials who went south to control the water all died of this disease. What's more, if Jinling really had an epidemic this time, it would have no source or clue at all. Such a strange disease would be more frightening than the epidemic caused by the dead.
Every time such a thing happens, it is a sign that God is about to die!
Jun Huailang stared at Jinbao, and after a while, he paused.
"Why is this situation?" He was silent for a moment, then slowly opened his mouth. "Is there an epidemic?"
Jinbao hurriedly said: "No! Your Highness is just feverish, I think I've been tired for the past two days, and I've suffered from the wind and cold..."
But his voice was clearly choked.
Jun Huailang reluctantly stood up.
"Get back," he said.
Jinbao is puzzled.
"I told you to step back, didn't you hear?" Jun Huailang said.
Jin Bao had never seen him look so stern, and was taken aback, he hurriedly stepped back several steps.
"In the future, no one is allowed to come to serve me. This is an order." Jun Huailang barely propped himself up and said in a hoarse voice. "If you have any orders, stand there and wait, remember?"
Jin Bao was startled and knew what Jun Huailang meant.
Jun Huailang is sure that he has contracted the epidemic, and this strict order is to avoid infecting others.
Jinbao's tears fell.
"Master has a fever now, how can you leave someone to serve you!"
"Don't say more." Jun Huailang held his forehead, resisting the dizziness of the high fever, and said. "Did someone come to report? Now, call him in immediately. As for the doctor, don't let him in, just let him wait outside."
Jinbao knelt on the ground.
"Also, put up a screen where you are standing now." Jun Huailang continued. "After that, no one is allowed to cross the screen for half a step."
Jinbao just cried.
But such a disease alone is completely helpless. Not to mention that he is the treasure, even if his master is here, what can he do?
What's more, now it seems that His Royal Highness is the first batch of people to get sick. Even if the epidemic is cured, the first people to get sick will never wait for that time.
Jinbao couldn't stop crying, and then he heard Jun Huailang's voice.
"Jinbao." His voice was hoarse and tired, lacking in breath, like a hairspring, and floated to Jinbao's ear.
"Do as I order," he said. "I don't have much energy, I can't be bothered, and I can't waste it."
Jin Bao wiped away a handful of tears, choked up and said yes, turned around and ran out.
After a while, the screen stood up.
Jun Huailang awkwardly and slowly opened the bed tent.
Since he was born, he has been served by a large group of servants, and he has never done such chores by himself.
But now, the bed tent was opened, and there was no one there, and the gradually bright sunlight outside the window was blocked by a screen.
Jun Huailang fell into deep thought.
In this life, he was careful and did not let this happen. Even the people who died on the day the **** burst, he immediately asked Shen Zhifu to send someone to bury them.
The epidemic has always been caused by the decay of dead corpses, but now, how can it appear earlier when everything is peaceful?
If this is put in the mouths of everyone, it will definitely become a disaster from heaven, and it will kill Dayong. But Jun Huailang knew that all the strange phenomena in Jiangnan could never have come from heaven, they must be man-made.
Therefore, this sudden epidemic must also be caused by people.
He endured the dizziness of the fever, and began to recall the few words in the historical materials of the past life.
According to historical data, in this epidemic, the infected people will have successive fevers, and it is difficult to get better. And the epidemic is extremely contagious, and those who come into contact with it have a 50% chance of being infected.
The epidemic lasted for more than a month from the end of July, and many famous doctors were sent from Beijing, but they were helpless. Until autumn entered the south of the Yangtze River, the epidemic disappeared inexplicably.
After that, Jiangnan never had such a strange disease.
However, it has not yet entered July, and patients with high fever will die due to high fever for half a month, if less than seven days.
In the past life, Jinling took a month, and there were heavy casualties, and countless people died. If this life is delayed until then, not to mention whether he Jun Huailang is still alive, I want to come The entire Jinling will also become a dead city.
Just then, the official came in.
"His Royal Highness?" His voice trembled.
He just heard from the father-in-law that His Royal Highness also had a fever this morning. Now is not the season to be susceptible to cold at all, and now, in all likelihood, this noble person is also infected.
There are already serious situations that make it even more difficult.
Jun Huailang heard his voice and hummed.
“How is it now?” he asked.
The official said hurriedly: "The doctor and the workers have a lot of fever, but they haven't been cured in the past few days, but the infection has spread... Only in the last two days did the officials feel that something was wrong, I searched for Langzhong and asked, and then I came to report to His Highness, delaying the time, it is really a crime that deserves death..."
He took the blame on himself.
Jun Huailang said: "It has nothing to do with you. I just ask you, since it is contagious, where are those people who are feverish now?"
After all, it is the most common thing for someone to have a fever and get sick. Unless there is a large-scale infection, it is difficult to attract the attention of officials. Because of this, epidemics are often aggressive and cannot be prevented and controlled. It is always too late to wait until they are discovered.
Now, the only thing you can do is to control the remedy.
The official said hurriedly: "It's already concentrated in one place."
Jun Huailang hummed.
"Go and report to the prefect of Shen, prepare their daily meals and medicines, ensure their daily needs, and comfort them. Otherwise, if a sick person escapes from the resettlement place If it comes out, it will spread the disease again," he said.
The officer hurriedly wrote it down.
Jun Huailang continued: "There are also medicines and Langzhong. Just ask them to prescribe the most common heat-clearing and detoxifying prescriptions, and they will always be useful."
The official responded quickly.
Also, go all over the place to find the best friend, no matter what, as long as there is a way to find an antidote, don’t give up.”
The officer responded again.
"There is nothing else... As for the officers and soldiers guarding the resettlement, they must be kept away from the sick," he said. "Stay far away. If you have to get close, you must wrap your body as much as possible and don't touch it directly."
He didn't know if this approach would work, but that's all it was now. After all, the disease will spread among the living, and it will not spread to the dead, right?
I had to give it a try.
The officer should go.
Jun Huailang said: "Nothing else. These words must be brought with you."
The official paused and said, "...Then, Your Highness, what are you going to do?"
Jun Huailang looked at the screen.
"I'm fine," he said. "Just call someone to deliver meals and medicines as usual every day."
Jun Huailang laughed softly.
"A disease or a cold, can the doctor see it?" he said. "If it's cold, you'll be fine, don't worry."
He paused.
He is in chaos now, and after arranging the important things, there is only one person left.
"...Wait." Just as the official was about to retreat, Jun Huailang suddenly spoke.
The officer quickly stopped.
"If you want to rush to Shandong from the day you receive the imperial decree..." Jun Huailang asked. "Where should we be today?"
The official did not know why he asked this question, but after careful consideration, he replied, "If you rush, maybe today will already be here."
Jun Huailang paused for a moment, then hummed.
“No one is allowed to spread the word about my illness,” he said. "Especially if someone wants to send a letter out, they must stop it."
The official is puzzled: "This..."
Jun Huailang retracted his gaze and quietly looked at the wisps of sunlight that leaked in under the screen.
“Don’t ask too much, just do what I say,” he said.
He's thinking about Xue Yan now, but he doesn't want to see him at all.
Because he knew that his orders could stop everyone, but only him.
No matter how much he has the ability to go to heaven and earth, he is also a mortal body, and he cannot stop such a raging disease. Even if he is reborn, he has no certainty that he can control the epidemic. He only knows that he can give it a shot, but he also needs a premise.
He wants Xue Yan well.