"That's great, I'll go arrange it right away." After Wan Vice County Magistrate finished speaking, he turned around and was about to order the guards outside to bring two people infected with the plague over.
"Sir, wait a mont, I need that syringe. Has the artisan finished making it?"
So far, the syringe artisans have sent over a few, but they haven't t the standards because the precision of the markings is highly demanding, and it hasn't t the standards after being made several tis.
The needles, on the other hand, are progressing smoothly. Making the needles just takes ti, but the results have been pretty good.
When Gong Xiaohua first saw the sample, she was quite satisfied and had the blacksmiths prepare over a thousand needles using the sample.
"Has the kiln arranged to send over a sample?" Wan Vice County Magistrate asked the guard outside.
"Reporting sir, the kiln sent over the "syringe" sample Gong dical Practitioner wanted yesterday, but when I saw Gong dical Practitioner was busy in the dical hut, I didn't dare disturb her and left it with ." The guard outside said anxiously at this ti.
"That's perfect, hurry and bring over the sample."
"Yes sir!"
After a short while, the guard brought over a tray with several syringes on it.
Gong Xiaohua had originally asked the kiln to make syringes in two capacities, 1ml and 20ml dosages respectively.
The 1ml would be used to do a skin test on the patients. If the patients didn't have issues with the skin test, they would then use the 20ml syringe to inject the penicillin into the arm.
After looking over the two syringes on the tray and confirming the capacities were correct, she installed the needles which fit perfectly.
"Sir, it's ready. Please trouble you to isolate a small hut in the courtyard next door and bring over three patients with different symptoms."
"Good, I'll go arrange it now."
Just as he was about to order the guards outside to handle it after finishing speaking, the chief catcher from the yan suddenly rushed in, drenched in sweat, and said, "Sir, a large crowd of commoners has gathered outside the yan again, and is about to break in. We'll soon be unable to hold them off!"
"What? Hurry, co with to take a look!" Wan Vice County Magistrate picked up his official robes and anxiously left with the chief catcher for the yan gates without bidding the others farewell.
The originally plump Wan Vice County Magistrate had beco a thin old man after just one month of dealing with the plague epidemic.
Ever since the previous County Magistrate had been removed from office, the new County Magistrate had yet to take up his post before the outbreak happened, leaving all the big and small matters of the county to fall on his shoulders.
He hadn't even returned ho during this busy ti, and had no ti to care about matters there.
He now missed the carefree days he used to have.
Although he was the Vice County Magistrate before, he was feared by his superiors and his powers were limited, so he had lived an idle life.
Upon reaching the yan gates, the doors were shut with dozens of soldiers stacked in layers blocking the gates.
Continuous banging sounds could be heard from outside the gates, growing louder and seemingly on the verge of breaking through.
Seeing this situation, Wan Vice County Magistrate stood inside the gates and shouted loudly towards the outside, "Fellow villagers, listen to , we've already found a way to treat the plague!"
His shout was drowned out in the chaos outside without causing a single ripple.
So he exerted all his strength and shouted towards the outside again, "Fellow villagers, we're saved! We're saved!"
The noises outside suddenly stopped at this, and there was silence for over a dozen seconds.
Seeing this, Wan Vice County Magistrate hurriedly said, "We've found a way to treat the plague. We're saved, don't worry everyone, go back ho."
"We're all starving to death, why should we believe you? You have to hand over all the food in the yan today, otherwise we'll tear down your yan!" A man's voice responded from outside the gates.
"That's right, hand over the food today!" The crowd outside chid in one after another.
"Fellow villagers, believe , please give us two days. If we've lied after two days, the yan gates will be wide open for you all to enter and take the food as you wish."
"How will you prove you've really found a way to treat the plague?"
"This... We'll treat three patients with different symptoms in front of you all. If their plague doesn't improve after two days, then we've lied. What do you think?" Wan Vice County Magistrate thought for a mont before answering.
Outside the gates.
So people in the rioting crowd were beginning to waver.
If the plague could be resolved, everyone wouldn't have to live in fear every day, and life could slowly return to normal.
But so didn't think so. If the plague was cured, the food at ho had long run out, and they'd starve to death sooner or later.
At the point of having to choose a way to die, they'd rather die with a full stomach.
Of course, these were people who were lazy gluttons on normal days, so the majority chose to give the yan two days' ti.
"Fine, we'll give you another two days, but we have to personally watch you bring the patients into the yan for treatnt." The leader of the rioters said.
"Alright, retreat first and we'll open the gates."
"Sir, you mustn't!" The chief catcher hurriedly stopped Wan Vice County Magistrate upon hearing this.
"No need to be like this. We've reached this point, so we can only choose to believe, otherwise there's no way forward."
"Yes sir." The chief catcher retreated after thinking it over.
After confirming the rioting commoners had retreated about a dozen ters outside the gates, Wan Vice County Magistrate ordered for the gates to be opened and walked out.
Standing on the steps outside the gates and looking at the emaciated commoners before him, his heart was also uneasy.
If they weren't forced to desperation, who would be willing to risk infection and co out to riot?
"Fellow villagers, don't worry. Gong dical Practitioner in the yan has found a way. I firmly believe she'll definitely succeed in treating the plague."
"Is it the Gong dical Practitioner who boiled us all that dicine to treat colds and coughs at the start? One person in the crowd suddenly asked.
"That's right, it's her."
"I believe in her. Fellow villagers, listen to . When I first had symptoms, I thought I had caught the plague and was prepared to go to the isolation zone to await death."
A middle-aged man walked out from the crowd and addressed everyone.
"But just then, preventive dicine was distributed to each household in the county, and my family tried giving a bowl. I didn't expect my symptoms to actually alleviate after a few hours!"
"So I thought not to go to the isolation zone first, and isolated myself at ho to try drinking it two more tis. Guess what, after drinking it twice more, all my symptoms actually disappeared. Turns out I only had a cold."
"That's right, too! Thanks to the good dicine boiled by Gong dical Practitioner, normally a cold wouldn't have gotten better so quickly. If it were usual tis, I might have died."
Hearing soone say this, the eyes of many in the crowd began to shine with more light and hope.
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