Seeing Li Ang thinking silently, the steward continued: "And, as far as I know, Pingkangfang is not the only place with similar diseases.

Some places outside the community also have similar symptoms.

Similar descriptions came from Luoyang. The number of people is probably hard to estimate, and the time is earlier than that from Chang'an."

Has it spread?

Li Ang sighed in his heart. For infectious diseases, tracking, isolation, and control are always the best methods.

The earlier it is detected and isolated, the better the disease can be contained.

However, once the best window period is missed, it is unrealistic to control it - even with the electronic registration management system and electronic administrative management system, syphilis and AIDS cannot be completely controlled.
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"..."

Li Ang thought for a long time and said slowly: "Seal this building, send someone to Chang'an Hospital, ask the doctor to come over, and say it was me."

"Yes."

The manager didn’t dare to object and immediately sent someone to do it.

Li Ang, on the other hand, stopped silently, thinking hard and trying to find a solution.

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In the west of Chang'an City, Huaiyuanfang, a house somewhere.

The name of Huaiyuanfang is taken from the meaning of "Huairou Far Barbarians". It is a gathering place for the Hu people in Chang'an City. The Aojiao temple that the Hu people believe in is located in the square.

"Candan Water Emperor Soul, thank you Wuyuhui.

How can I be unworthy of my son and show off my power as a ghost?

Taking advantage of the cold and heat in autumn, the old ladies scolded and ridiculed you.

I’m looking for food, but I don’t know what’s wrong with it.”

The leisurely sound of poetry recited in the courtyard,

An old Western man with gray beard and kind eyes, lying on his upper body in a wooden tub in the courtyard with his upper body bare, was taking a bath while reciting Han Yu's poem "Condemning the Malaria Ghost".

His body surface is covered with patches of mottled dark red skin of different sizes, full of holes.

Whenever he rubs it with his hands, densely packed small insects of different shapes will fall out of the holes, floating on the water, struggling desperately, trying to crawl back into the holes of the skin.

The kind-hearted old man from Western China seemed not to notice that the water was covered with a layer of insects, and was reciting poems to himself, feeling happy.

In the corner of the courtyard, a child squatted, staring at the mosquitoes flying in the grass.

His hair and skin color appear sickly white.

Tap tap tap.

Footsteps sounded from the room, and a young man with a stiff face walked out, it was Yajiu.

In other words, one of Yajiu's clones.

"Senior Situ Zhi."

Yajiu's eyes were slightly cold as he looked at the old man from the Western Kingdom who was calm in the bathtub. He was also a Zhuxiao monk at the same level as Jun Qianzi in the Zhaoming organization. He said slowly: "Zhenfu Division, we already know that you have arrived in Chang'an.

."

"So?"

Situ Zhi shrugged and said nonchalantly: "They don't know I'm here, so why don't they want to raid the whole city?"

Yajiu said calmly: "If you let them know that you are related to the recent epidemic, they may really do this."

Situ Zhi curled his lips and said, "I don't know yet."

"..."

Ya Jiu pursed her lips slightly. Situ Zhi was a member of the Zhao Ming organization and a monk in the Zhuxiao Realm. It was rumored that he was in the country of the far west and committed the crime of spreading plague. He was hunted by many parties and had no choice but to run around.

Situ Zhi is keen on raising different types of poisonous poisons. Every time he goes to a place, a certain disease will spread there.

Zhaoming probably took a fancy to this ability of his, absorbed him in, and provided him with shelter.

However, his too casual and casual behavior gave Yajiu a headache - she preferred to lie dormant and move quietly.

Situ Zhi and his apprentice suddenly arrived in Chang'an, which may ruin Ya Jiu's plan.

"Lian Xuanxiao, the commander of Xuegong Mountain, will return to Chang'an in a while."

Yajiu was silent for a moment and decided to use Lian Xuanxiao to suppress the opponent.

"I know, your teacher said that Lian Xuanxiao has to go back to his hometown every year to pay homage to his family."

Situ Zhi curled his lips and said, "Don't worry, I will leave in a few days and I won't run into him."

"Okay."

Seeing that the other party insisted on this, Yajiu said no more, controlled the clone and turned around to leave.

"That's right."

Situ Zhi continued to take a bath and suddenly asked: "How much do you know about Li Ang from the academy?"

"..."

Yajiu stopped, turned his head slightly, and said calmly: "The top scholar in the academy, a member of Neo-Confucianism, rumored to have poor spiritual talent, but he still passed the academy exam."

"Have you not investigated carefully?"

Situ Zhi asked casually: "I heard that his teacher and Jun Qianzi are close friends."

"The academy pays close attention to him, and I can't find a chance to make a move. Besides, he is just a pawn hiding in the realm and cannot affect the overall situation."

Yajiu said calmly: "Why did senior ask about him?"

"Well, isn't he known as the Little Medicine King? He invented the allicin that is famous in Western countries. I have tested it and it is indeed lethal to many poisonous insects.

It has a miraculous effect on blood carbuncles."

Situ Zhi smiled and said: "But this epidemic cannot be easily solved by allicin. I would like to see if it is my poison that is more powerful, or his medicine."

"..."

Yajiu turned his head and walked into the darkness, his figure disappearing.

Situ Zhi, on the other hand, stretched out, lay down in the hot tub, stirred the countless insects on the water with his palms, and observed the movements of the insects struggling desperately in the water.
Chapter completed!