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Chapter 130 Treating the King like a Scholar 【Subscription】

Therefore, he has repeatedly told the officials to wear masks when they go out of the city, and disinfect them frequently with alcohol.

But what should be infected, will still be infected.

As soon as Xu Mu's words came out, Fang Xuanling was stunned immediately, and immediately cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and he said hastily: "This subordinate will ask the people from the medical office to treat all the petty officials."

The Lord's Mansion has finally produced Liang Ziqiu's talents, who can help him share some pressure...

He even plans to promote him along the way, and he will be in charge of a department alone in the future.

But don't let anything happen at this time.

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Liang family.

Liang Ziqiu lives in a residential area built by Yang Guang.

With the completion of several phases of the project, more and more common people and small officials have chosen to live in the residential building.

It can protect you from wind and rain, and you can also look into the distance through the glass.

At this time, Liang Ziqiu lived on the third floor and was looking at Wanmin City through the window.

The window of his house is facing the Monument to the Heroes of the People.

Looking at Gao You Bairen's monument, Liang Ziqiu showed a wry smile.

After returning home on leave, he chose to self-isolate.

Thank you behind closed doors, no one is seen.

"Unexpectedly... I also contracted the disease." Liang Ziqiu touched his slightly hot forehead, followed by a series of violent coughs.

Although he told the people on weekdays that the epidemic is not terrible, but when he really got sick, he was completely flustered.

He didn't know what to do.

Should he report to the lord's mansion and be sent to the medical office for treatment, or should he self-isolate and stay at home honestly.

"Mother, you may not be able to wait for the day when your child will be honored..." Liang Ziqiu lay on the hospital bed, tilted his head, looked out the window at the Monument to the Heroes of the People, and unconsciously shed two lines of hot tears.

He is the son of a farm weaver in Chang'an. His father died early, and his mother did not remarry, so he chose to raise him alone.

Send him to a private school, send him to study.

In the end, he even sold all the land in the family and sent him to Luoyang Guozijian to study.

Before leaving home, he once vowed that he must succeed in his studies, honor his ancestors, and return to his hometown to pick up his mother to enjoy her old age.

But now...

Suffering from the disease, he still doesn't know if he has the chance to return to Chang'an.

"Tuk Tuk Tuk-"

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

"Is Liang Ziqiu, the master of the lord's mansion, at home?" A deep voice sounded from outside the house. Seeing that there was no response in the house, the voice paused, and then said: "My lord is worried that you may have an accident, so I specially asked me to come and take a look. We It's from the medical department."

Liang Ziqiu's eyes lit up, and a curve appeared at the corner of his mouth. My lord... after all, he still hasn't been forgotten.

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Lord's Mansion.

Xu Mu, Fang Xuanling, and Chao Yuanfang sat and looked at each other.

Among them are the test results of all the petty officials and all the soldiers in the army.

Sure enough, someone was sick.

However, under Xu Mu's repeated instructions, the prevalence rate is not high, only 19 people, and now they have been sent to the medical office, listed as the first level of diagnosis and treatment, giving priority to diagnosis and treatment.

After learning that Liang Ziqiu was sick, Fang Xuanling's mood was not very good, sometimes frowning, sometimes sighing.

"Yuan Fang, what do you think?" Xu Mu turned his head to look at Chao Yuanfang.

Chao Yuanfang straightened his expression, and said in a deep voice: "The old man has adjusted the medical department in the past few days, and the arrangements have been made properly. For this typhoid epidemic, we will first cool down and then recuperate. There is great hope for diagnosis and treatment, but..."

He paused, and then said: "Everyone's physique is different, and the treatment effect is also not the same. This disease varies from person to person, and this old man is not absolutely sure."

Hearing this, Fang Xuanling's expression was even more sad.

After finishing speaking, Chao Yuanfang secretly glanced at Xu Mu.

To be honest, after entering Wanmin City, it brought him too many surprises.

He never thought that in the deep mountains and old forests, someone could build such a large city.

And accommodated one hundred thousand people.

Moreover, in the closed mountain, the epidemic is raging, and the entire city is still running in an orderly manner!
The most frightening thing is that the epidemic has a tendency to be brought under control so far!
As a former imperial physician, he knew the horror of the epidemic, like a natural disaster, which destroyed countless counties.

But in this den of rebellion, as if his feet were bound and his fangs were broken, there was no great threat.

Among them, what surprised him the most was the thermometer.

With such a miraculous thing, ordinary people can also perceive a slight fever in the body.

You know, ordinary people have a rough life, and they don't care about some mild fevers.

Only a doctor can be keenly aware of mild fever.

And mild fever is the precursor of typhoid epidemic. It can be said that the emergence of thermometers allows the whole city to screen patients on a large scale, which will surely benefit future generations and be famous in medical history.

When Chao Yuanfang was looking at Xu Mu, Xu Mu was also looking at Chao Yuanfang.

Chao Yuanfang has experience in managing the Imperial Medical Office. As an imperial physician order, he manages the Wanmin City Medical Office in an orderly manner.

Many of the admitted patients have recovered from high temperature and high fever and are recuperating.

According to Chao Yuanfang's prediction, many people will be able to recover within half a month at most.

And Yang Guanghe's illness gradually improved under his intensive care.

I have to say that this is really a talent, and a talent with extremely advanced medical concepts.

In the future, he can completely hand over theories such as surgery to him, and let him promote the medical development of Wanmin City.

Well, in terms of lectures, we will hold them at regular intervals in the future to promote academic exchanges.

……

After finding out all the people who concealed the report, only 13 people were added the next day.

This news made Xu Mufang Xuanling and Chao Yuanfang very happy.

This horrendous disease has finally been completely brought under control.

On the fifth day, under strict testing, there were only eight new patients, which really dropped to single digits!
It's just that in the medical department, Chao Yuanfang sent a bad news.

Liang Ziqiu was seriously ill, and the medicine stone was ineffective, and he died soon.

Wearing masks, Xu Mu and Fang Xuanling hurried into the high-level area of ​​the medical department under strict protection.

Only a handful of important patients were treated at the facility.

Liang Ziqiu, who was seriously ill, suddenly saw the figures of Xu Mu and Fang Xuanling when he was dying, struggling to stand up and bow down.

But Fang Xuanling stopped him, "If you have anything to say, just lie down and say it."

Liang Ziqiu panted heavily, and said with difficulty: "My lord... lord... Fang... gong... I... Benbuyi... a poor farmer... I don't have the power to... bind a chicken... Living in troubled times...I thought reading...was useless..."

He spoke with great difficulty, intermittently, and seemed to be in great pain.

"How do you know... Sansheng is lucky... to meet the lord... and to meet the house... the lord... the kindness... the subordinate... toothless... unforgettable... this life... can't repay... only Can... in the next life we ​​will form grass... hold a ring... wish to be a dog and a horse..."

After these words, the 40-year-old Fang Xuanling burst into tears, grabbed his hand, and burst into tears.

"You know, I wanted you to be in charge of the Ministry of Civil Affairs..." Fang Xuanling said sadly.

Liang Ziqiu shook his head with a wry smile: "Thanks...Fang Gong...Subordinates...Fu Yuan...Bo Qian..."

As he spoke, Liang Ziqiu's voice became weaker and weaker, and finally he gritted his teeth and looked at Xu Mu with blurred and scattered eyes.

Xu Mu was also in a very bad mood.

Unlike other petty officials, he has a good impression of Liang Ziqiu.

He was born in a poor family, and he knows the hard work of the people, cherishes the power of the people, and is the kind of person who does things for the people sincerely.

But now, heaven is jealous of talents.

"If you have any wish, just say it." Xu Mu promised in a deep voice.

Liang Ziqiu bowed tremblingly to Xu Mu: "Family...every family...and a mother...the family is poor...with no one to depend on...and please my lord...can pick her up...to Wanmin City...to save her from death... Suffering from... troubled times... sword soldiers..."

Xu Mu also saluted him and said, "Your mother, Wanmin City, let's raise her together!"

Hearing Xu Mu's promise, Liang Ziqiu slowly closed his eyes, and when he left, there was still a smile on the corner of his mouth.

In today's troubled times, the people are often displaced and precarious.

After seeing Wanmin City, he was full of confidence in Wanmin City.

If anyone is said to be able to conquer the world in the future and give the people a good life, it must be Wanmin City!
After Liang Ziqiu passed away, there was silence in the ward.

Everyone was immersed in the atmosphere of grief, even Chao Yuanfang, who was used to seeing life and death, was still sighing.

"Handling, Liang Ziqiu, during the epidemic, he ran for the people, killed the epidemic, and saved the people from the fire and water. He was posthumously awarded the Anti-epidemic Hero Medal and allowed to be buried in the Monument to the Heroes of the People. The burial ceremony will be held tomorrow. At that time, the people in the city will not Noisy, lower the flag at half mast!"

Then, in the ward, Xu Mu issued an order in a deep voice.

Fang Xuanling's body trembled, wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, bowed down and said: "Master Shengming!"

Chao Yuanfang was even more shocked when he heard Xu Mu's order.

This... This is already the national etiquette!
A small official in the district treats him with the etiquette of a national scholar...

Chao Yuanfang took a sneak peek at Xu Mu. This person values ​​love and righteousness. No wonder everyone in Wanmin City, from the small officials to the pawns, are all devoted to him.

……

The next day.

In front of the Monument to the Heroes of the People.

For the burial this time, Xu Mu did not let the people come because of the epidemic.

All of them were the dark iron Buddha soldiers, headed by Wang Zhao, all of them looked sad and looked at the coffin in front of them very solemnly.

Inside is Liang Ziqiu, the hero who fought against the epidemic this time!

He did not make any meritorious service during his lifetime, but he brought peace and tranquility to Wanmin City.

"salute!"

When Wang Zhao gave an order, everyone saluted and stared ahead.

Watching the coffin being buried slowly.

At the same time, the people in the city were also asked not to make any noise at this moment.

Many people who have a good relationship with Liang Ziqiu, suppressing the grief in their hearts, all looked at the monument to the heroes of the people, which is hundreds of feet high.

After the burial, the Wanminlong Banner slowly descended from the highest point to halfway.

Seeing this scene, countless soldiers were so emotional that they couldn't help crying.

They somewhat empathize.

Liang Ziqiu died for Wanmin City, it is not an exaggeration to call him a hero.

And the lord treats the heroes like a national soldier, with such kindness, since they joined the army...why don't they want to be heroes?

Almost all the soldiers had an idea in their hearts.

Life should be like Liang Ziqiu, death should be buried as a monument!
(End of this chapter)