[Seven-Five] I Long Song

A slender and powerful hand held his wrist firmly, and the waiter in the teahouse turned his head impatiently.

"Mind your own business, I said—"

"Cough, cough, isn't this Yang Shaoxia and Mr. Gongsun, rare guests, please take a seat!"

To be a waiter in the shop is to have this kind of skills of talking to people and talking nonsense, and you must also remember all the famous people in Kaifeng City, otherwise you will cry if you offend someone.

But this look is really ugly, both Gongsun Ce and Yang Chizhang feel a little dispirited.Frowning, Gongsun Ce didn't want to bother with this little boy, he took out a piece of silver from his waist and handed it over: "Please give this old man some food and drink."

"Okay! Mr. Gongsun is worthy of being a living Bodhisattva who helps the world and saves people, and he has a kind heart!" With money, it is easy to do things, and after the second bragged, he quickly went upstairs to get refreshments for the old beggar.

It's just that the door of this teahouse is still not allowed to enter.

"Thank you, Mr. Gongsun! Mr.'s great kindness, I really can't repay the old beggar! Cough, cough, cough!" The old beggar kept kowtowing to Gongsun Ce, his eyes were red, worried that his cough would be contagious to his benefactor, He kept covering his mouth, and his voice was a little muffled.

Gongsun Ce stretched out his hand to help him up, but as soon as he touched the other person's skin, he retracted like lightning.

After being stunned for a while, he squatted down, ignored the old beggar's struggle, grabbed the old beggar's arm forcefully, and slapped it with his long and slender fingers to feel his pulse.

Yang Chizhang saw Gongsun Ce's appearance as if he had undergone drastic changes, so he hurried over and asked, "What's the matter, Ah Ce, his face is so ugly, is there something wrong with the old man's health? Is it serious?"

"It's not just serious, it's too serious!" Gongsun Ce looked in a daze, looking at the old beggar with disbelief in his eyes, and then stretched out a hand to push Yang Chizhang's head away.

Yang Chizhang: Meow? ? ?Falling out of favor so quickly?

Yang Chizhang hadn't finished all kinds of dramas such as "I've been in love for only three months and I was disgusted", "My boyfriend seems to have some opinions on me" and so on. He said in a serious tone that had never been seen before: "Chizhang, this matter can't be resolved. I suspect that this old man has a fever. We must take this man back and report to Mr. Bao immediately."

Is it not a normal fever or an abnormal fever?

etc!Could it be? !

"Impossible, Ah Ce, isn't the plague usually appearing in spring and summer? And it's only in the warmer winter that the plague may appear in the second spring." Yang Chizhang felt this matter on the one hand. Impossible, but on the other hand, thinking that his family, Ah Ce, has superb medical skills and has never had a misdiagnosis, it is really entangled.

Gongsun Ce has practiced medicine for many years, and has never been so unconfident: "I'm not sure, but the symptoms are very similar."

Yang Chizhang had never seen such a hesitant Gongsun Ce, and he immediately felt distressed: "If you say that, no one else will be able to confirm it that day."

Gongsun Ce's dignified expression immediately cleared the sky: "Nonsense, but it would be great if the diagnosis was really misdiagnosed this time. While there are not many people, hurry up and take him to avoid the crowds in Kaifeng Mansion."

"Well, then let's go back quickly and find a remote small house for him to take care of. Even if it's not the plague, if we continue to feed on the wind and drink the dew like this, I'm afraid we won't be able to survive this winter."

The three of them quietly chose a small path, trying not to let the old beggar get in touch with more people, and went back very low-key and quickly.

"Objective, the refreshments you want. Hey, where is the person? Why is that old beggar gone?" Xiaoer, who came out with a plate of hot refreshments, was surprised to find that there was no one in front of the teahouse.

"Isn't this a waste of good pastry, Ah Sneeze! Ah Sneeze! It's really cold this day!" The north wind howled, Xiao Er sneezed several times in a row, couldn't help shrinking back, and thought about it. Take this snack back to the family for a tooth-beating festival.

"What did you say?!" Master Bao was happily drinking the high-quality tea that Bai Yutang had brought, when he heard the news, his hand trembled and he almost threw the teacup out.

"It's not that I don't believe what you say, it's just that this matter is too big to be trifled with." The plague is extremely contagious, and thousands of people die every time it breaks out. There has never been such a disease spread before Kaifeng. .In addition, this suspected patient is still a beggar, and everyone knows that beggars often choose places with the most dense crowds for begging. It is impossible to count how many people he came into contact with during this period.If it is really a plague, it will pierce the sky!

Thinking of this, Master Bao couldn't help rubbing his chest, his grade is not too young, his heart can't take it all of a sudden!

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Kawen stuck to doubt life, sorry for the few words today, promise to double update tomorrow! !