Another World Da Ming: I use a hundred lives to become holy

"My lord!"

"The crown prince sent wormwood and daqinggen!"

Although there are not many wormwood and daqinggen left, they still solved Zhao Zheng's urgent need.

"Prince, please forgive me. The court is laying out the nine sides, and can't provide more relief money and supplies, and even the medicinal materials have not been well protected."

"But please rest assured, Taifu, the prince is trying to find a way to continue collecting medicinal materials!"

Zhao Zheng looked up at the sky, faced the south, and quickly knelt down to thank the prince for his kindness.

"Thank you, Prince, for your kindness!"

More and more soldiers and civilians were infected with the plague.

Looking at the soldiers who used to carry huge trees and boulders, now lying dying on the hospital bed, Zhao Zheng only felt that he was incompetent.

"System! Where did you go!"

"Get out of here!"

"Is there anything you can do! I will exchange it with blessings!"

[Sorry, host, I have no choice. 】

[Limited by the productivity and technology of the Sun Moon Dynasty, you have done your best right now. 】

[The system prompts that you'd better leave the isolation camp right now and be with Wu Feng, there is no point in staying any longer. 】

"Meaning, what is meaningful."

"If you want me to pursue the maximization of benefits, why don't you just let me reopen!"

......

"Wu Feng!"

The incompetent system has nothing to do, and Zhao Zheng can only think on his own.

"The end is here!"

It's still in the open space.

"Send your followers to the Zhao Mansion, ask them to exchange all their treasures for medicinal materials, and ask Xu Shuai to send troops to escort them!"

in isolation tents.

The imperial physician, the sick soldiers, and the common people all heard Zhao Zheng's words.

They can only cry, hoping that the plague will pass quickly, and that they will get well soon.

"Lord Zhao, His Majesty has ordered that none of the rewards from the Zhao Mansion be used externally!"

Then Wu Feng directly and quietly rejected Zhao Zheng's proposal.

"Not for external use!"

"Not for external use!!"

"This is human life! There are tens of thousands of lives here!"

Zhao Zheng wanted to rush across the open space, picked up Wu Feng, and asked him why he still cared about the emperor's will.

But Jin Yiwei listened to the emperor's order, even if he killed Wu Feng, he couldn't change it.

He could only force himself to calm down.

"Send a message to Xu Shuai! Send a message to Uncle Chengyi!"

"I'll borrow it, it's okay!"

With hope, Zhao Zheng looked at Wu Feng, who was ten feet away.

But Wu Feng still shook his head.

The seller couldn't produce or borrow, Zhao Zheng had no choice.

All hope rests on the prince.

"Master Zhao, ahem, Master Zhao, don't be sad, this is my fate."

"Master Zhao, it doesn't matter if you die!"

"Brothers, tell Master Zhao, are we afraid of death!"

"Not afraid of death!!!"

Return to the isolation camp.

Xu Qi'an, who used to be a hundred households, has only been promoted to a thousand households for a few months because all the thousands of households in the guard station to which he belongs have died.

Now he is also infected with the plague, lying on the hospital bed, his face pale.

"Master Zhao, when the plague broke out, we actually knew we were doomed."

"You'd better get out of here, it's too dangerous."

Hearing Xu Qi'an's advice, Zhao Zheng didn't know.

The plague is happening in this day and age.

Don't blame the emperor for not appropriating money, and don't blame those so-called robbers.

In order for the plague not to spread more widely, it is right to trap it to death.

Because no matter how much it costs, most of the people who should die of illness will still die. Even if they recover, they will leave a series of sequelae.

The plague, at present, cannot be cured.

These tents, from the very beginning, were a tomb.

......

"Master Taifu, the number of imperial physicians is really too small. The officials and a dozen colleagues are really too busy."

"Master Tai Tu, the wormwood and daqinggen are all used up, and we have no more medicine."

What can Zhao Zheng do, he has nothing to do.

"Wu Feng!"

"Continue to boil hot water for me! Burn as much as you can! Cook all the cloth and clothes in the tent every day!"

"The Imperial Physician!"

"The medicinal materials are used up, and we still have gypsum! Boiling gypsum in water and applying it to patients with fever can also have a cooling effect."

Orders have been issued.

There were not enough healthy manpower, so Zhao Zheng went in person.

Someone lost their pulse, and Zhao Zheng taught him a chest compression method that he was not very proficient in, at least letting people take a look, or take another look at the world.

But he is not a god-man.

After all, the crown prince's medicinal materials never came again.

The plaster, too, eventually ran out.

"Dig the cellar!"

"Dig deep for me!"

"Put the water in the cellar overnight, and it will be cold the next day!"

He searched his head for all the ways he could think of.

However, the [-] soldiers who repaired the dam of the Zhuohe River and the [-] local people, as time passed, there were only less than [-] healthy people left.

The plague caused nine out of ten people under Zhao Zheng's rule.

Although the body of this puppet is healthy, it can't bear to stay in the tent full of germs.

Zhao Zheng also started coughing.

But he can still move and won't stop.

"Everyone, ahem, let me teach you a song!"

"This song is called Defending the Zhuo River!"

The wind is roaring, the horses are screaming, and the Zhuo River is roaring!

The loud and clear singing voice floated in the sky above the isolation tent.

Singing, mixed with smoke.

These smokes are former colleagues, former folks, and the tents they lived in.

People go without a trace.

"Master Zhao, this is a little medicine left, you can drink it."

The imperial physician in the camp handed Zhao Zheng a bowl of medicine.

This bowl of medicinal soup is very clear, without bitterness, it is the exclusive smell of daqinggen.

"No need, take it to Xu Qi'an from a thousand households to drink. I am in good health, and this is the only seedling in their family."

"Yes!"

These imperial physicians had known Zhao Zheng's temper for a long time, and they wanted to try the medicinal soup when they brought it.

"No! I won't drink it! Bring it to Mr. Zhao!"

In another camp, the imperial doctor brought medicine, but Xu Qi'an also refused.

Zhao Zheng heard the movement, quickly put on a face towel boiled in hot water, and rushed over.

"I order you to drink him!"

"Don't you want me to feed you!"

Zhao Zheng made a gesture, took the medicinal soup from the imperial physician's hand, and Xu Qi'an, a thousand households, hurriedly stood up.

"Can't I drink enough, Mr. Zhao!"

"If my mother finds out when I go back, she will beat me to death."

Xu Qi'an quickly drank the medicinal soup.

"That's right, your mother, your father, and your family are all still waiting for you at home, so you have to stand up for me!"

"You have even defeated Beiyuan, what a small plague."

"What can't be seen or touched, the plague is a villain!"

"Yes! Little man!"

In the tent, laughter finally appeared again.

Clap!

Then, the next moment the laughter stopped.

Zhao Zheng hurriedly turned his head, only to see Xu Qi'an fell back onto the bed heavily.

"Xu Qi'an! What's wrong with you! Are you okay!"

"Zhao Xiao! Master Zhao, the last general is fine, the last general is just being soft for a while!"

"Lord Zhao, you are the prince and grand tutor, so you must have a lot of knowledge. How do you think a person is dead?"

Xu Qi'an was held in Zhao Zheng's arms, his face was more ruddy than before, and he stuttered and asked this question.

"To be forgotten! To be forgotten is to die!"

"But you have to hold on. You haven't worn Qianhu's armor yet. You're going back to your home to show off. Don't you want to do this the most!"

"That's right... the last general hasn't married a wife yet."

"Master Zhao is worthy of being the Grand Tutor. If he is not forgotten, even if he is...alive, the last general can live forever..."

"Xu Qi'an, you can't sleep!!!"

But Xu Qi'an's hands were already hanging down, and the imperial physician could only shake his head and wipe away his tears.

"what!!!"

"Go to your mother's plague!!!"

......

The summer of the eighth year of Enlightenment, June.

The plague is over.

According to the historical records of disasters and diseases of the Sun-Moon Dynasty, the Zhuohe plague was caused by the flooding of the Zhuohe River in the seventh year of enlightenment, and a total of [-] soldiers and civilians died from the disease.

Zhao Zheng, the seventh puppet, survived, but left behind the sequelae of shortness of breath.

"Lord Zhao, Your Majesty has allowed you to return to Beijing."

Wu Feng followed Zhao Zheng's side again, instead of relying on shouting at a distance of ten feet.

"Let's go..."