0p0 Chapter 922 Plague?
Chapter 922 Plague?
Bai Song hurriedly asked Zhou Peng and Yan Xu to make the arrangements.
He didn't have time to ask until the two left.
"Brother Lu, what's wrong? What happened?"
Lu Qingqing's expression turned grave. "I suspect that the person coughing is infected with the plague!"
Upon hearing the word 'plague,' Bai Song's breath caught in his throat.
Although he had not personally experienced the plague, he had heard of its horrors.
Once a plague breaks out, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say it's a "graveyard for thousands of miles"!
Immediately, he shouted loudly:
"Quickly, cover your mouths and noses, and hurry back to the village!"
Seeing soldiers loading bricks onto the truck nearby, he angrily went over, pushed them aside, and hissed:
"Are you crazy? There's a plague! Get out of here!"
His shout wasn't loud; only the soldiers nearby heard it.
Their reaction was exactly the same as Bai Song's.
After Bai Song finished shouting, he glanced nervously at the refugees.
They were afraid the refugees would realize something was wrong and rush over to drag them all to their deaths.
Fortunately, the refugees did not notice anything unusual.
Seeing that they were about to leave, the refugees in front even took a longer route.
At this moment, Sun Chengkun was already leading a group of villagers waiting ahead.
Seeing Bai Song and the others driving over, the group immediately turned back.
The group walked with trepidation, fearing that a coughing refugee might suddenly rush towards them.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief only after they reached the wall at the village entrance.
However, Lu Qingqing was not as optimistic as the others.
She tightened the double-layered mask over her face, stood a distance away from the crowd, and called out to the group still gathered in front of her:
"Everyone, please don't gather in one place. Spread out and keep a distance of one to two meters from each other!"
Upon hearing this, Bai Song immediately repeated it loudly and ordered his soldiers to disperse.
Seeing this, Sun Chengkun followed suit.
Soon, the crowd dispersed at the village entrance.
A huge crowd filled the entire village entrance.
The people on guard inside the wall are still unaware of the situation.
He climbed the ladder to the top of the wall and peered out.
Upon seeing Sun Chengkun standing at the foot of the wall, he greeted him:
"Uncle Chengkun, why are you back so early today?"
When Lu Qingqing saw that it was Sun Erhe, she shouted:
"Erhe, quickly cover your mouth and nose!"
There might be an epidemic among the refugees; you should hurry and inform Uncle Lao Wu.
Tell everyone to close their doors and windows and not to come out yet.
Sun Erhe's smiling face suddenly turned serious.
He instinctively covered his mouth and nose with his hand, hunched his neck, and hid his nose inside his clothes.
He casually threw out the rope before starting to climb down the ladder.
Before they could even go down, their colleagues on duty below had already run a few steps forward.
"Erhe, I'm going to inform Uncle Laowu. You stay here and keep an eye on things."
Before the man finished speaking, he had already run far away.
Sun Erhe watched the man run away and cursed the kid inwardly for being dishonest.
At this moment, nobody wants to stay at the village entrance.
After all, the people outside had all been in contact with the refugees infected with the plague.
Whether or not someone has been infected, nobody knows.
But Sun Erhe is a very responsible person, and he can't just run off on his own without caring about the people outside.
Besides, his father and older brother are still out there!
At this moment, Lu Qingqing and Bai Song and the others outside the wall were communicating several meters apart.
She and Qin Lang had walked through the plague-stricken areas and witnessed the outbreak of the plague.
We also have some experience in prevention and control.
She immediately listed the steps that needed to be taken.
Bai Song and Sun Chengkun listened attentively.
No sooner had they finished speaking than Uncle Wu was carried over on his back.
He was too old to climb the ladder, so he stood inside the wall and spoke.
After clarifying the situation and learning that the refugees might have contracted the plague, his expression became more solemn than ever before.
More than fifty years ago, when he was still young, he experienced a plague.
Although he and his clansmen were lucky enough to survive, the fear of the plague was almost ingrained in his bones.
Thinking of the people outside, his aged voice began to tremble.
"Brother Lu, Brother Bai, please wait outside for a moment."
I will arrange for those who remain in the village to return home first.
"Come in after you've finished making the arrangements."
After Bai Song agreed, he heard a rustling sound coming from inside the wall, and then silence returned.
At this moment, although there were several hundred people outside, no one made a sound.
Everyone was panicked, fearing that the plague might actually spread.
Among them, the soldiers who found the tuberculosis patient were so frightened that their legs went weak.
Zhou Peng wasn't in much better shape; his eyes were lifeless and his face was deathly pale.
But at that moment, no one was in the mood to care about him.
Bai Song was pondering the method Lu Qingqing had mentioned earlier, but the image of those refugees who had coughed earlier kept popping into his mind.
The fear of the unknown filled everyone's hearts.
Lu Qingqing glanced at Qin Lang's face mask a meter away, making sure it was properly on, before looking away.
Just as the scene was deathly silent, a cough suddenly rang out.
Everyone's heart tightened, and they all turned to look.
Seeing this, the elm tree, which was being stared at by everyone, turned pale and covered its mouth as it explained:
"I wasn't infected, my throat is just a little itchy."
After saying that, seeing the coldness in everyone's eyes, he quickly tried to make amends.
"No, I went out to dig for wild vegetables yesterday, and I felt hot so I pulled off my cotton-padded coat and caught a bit of a chill."
It's definitely not a plague, you can trust me.
As he spoke, he addressed one of the six men not far away:
"Liu Zi, I told you about this when we left this morning."
"Please tell everyone, I really haven't caught the plague!"
The sixth son, who was mentioned, didn't look much better either.
He thought of the group of vagrants he had seen yesterday who were stealing rats.
He strongly suspected that this plague was bubonic plague.
As for whether the elm tree was actually infected with the plague, he couldn't be sure.
The thought of the two of them working together all morning made his face even more unpleasant.
When the elm tree saw that he didn't say a word, it spoke even louder.
There's even a tendency for them to want to move forward.
Seeing this, Lu Qingqing quickly stopped him.
She was a little worried that the person was too emotional and might cause trouble, so she said a few more words to calm him down.
The man's expression finally improved when he heard Lu Qingqing say that he was very likely not infected.