MTL - Ask Sword-Chapter 471 city ​​gate

  Chapter 471 City Gate

  The autumn wind is bleak, and the fallen leaves are turning yellow. The sky was covered with black clouds, and raindrops as fine as needles and threads fell into the world, hitting the tiles and making a dense rustling sound.

  He Fanshuang sat alone in the hall of the prefect's mansion, clutching a document in his hand, with a dignified expression.

  Since I ordered the young people of the Wang family to take leaflets to the epidemic area to publicize the last time, the Taiyuan Wang family has not flinched.

   On the contrary, they carried out the order,

   And launched a new round of counterattacks against the Taiyuan government.

  All the firms that originally assisted the Taiyuan government in transshipment of materials all went on strike and retreated, saying that due to various reasons, they could no longer work for the Taiyuan government;

  He Fanshuang had to mobilize the manpower of the Zhenfu Department to transport food, masks, disinfectants and other materials.

  Flyers similar to the previous ones continued to appear on the streets of various cities, and the contents of the leaflets were also changed from non-existent fabrications to half-truths and half-false stories, or stories that were 90% true and 100% false.

  Why all seven members of a family died of the plague, and the baby became an orphan as soon as it was born;

  A volunteer helped the Taiyuan government to take in suspected patients. He was not infected with the disease himself, but he infected his family members with the plague. He felt so guilty that he hanged himself;

  The most terrible lie is the truth mixed with lies.

  The story on the flyer is convincing, accurate to a certain day, time, place, and person. The tone is very contagious, and the words are brilliant, pointing directly at the failure of the Taiyuan government.

   Moreover, this flyer is not once a few days, but once a day,

  It can bypass the sight of the Taiyuan government every time and deliver it directly to the streets and alleys of Dafang City—it doesn’t need to be accurate to every household, as long as it is delivered, the people will naturally let everyone know the content of the leaflet through chatting.

  Therefore, among the people, the voice of discussion became more and more intense,

  Although the common people still obeyed the arrangement of the Taiyuan government, they disinfected and inspected every now and then,

  But dissatisfaction still breeds, spreads, and spreads in the dark.

  As time goes by, the number of deaths from the plague is still increasing. Seeing that the closure of the city is nowhere in sight, this dissatisfaction is also piled up.

  Like under a volcano, boiling magma, hot and roaring steam.

  This afternoon, a government servant just caught a citizen trying to use a ladder to climb over the city wall and escape outside the city.

  If it was changed to a few days ago, He Fanshuang would definitely have the Taiyuan Yamen punish him severely,

  But now, he can only be imprisoned silently and suppress the news, lest more people imitate and learn from his actions.

   If this goes on, sooner or later turmoil will break out.

  He Fanshuang stared at the thin raindrops outside the window, and with a thought, the rainwater falling along the arc of the tiles stopped abruptly, and slowly condensed into a perfectly round water polo in midair.

  He Fanshuang's tired face was reflected in the water polo.

  The livelihood of millions of people in the city, as well as the safety of tens of millions of people outside of Hedong Road, all rest on her shoulders.

  Every decision she makes will affect the lives of countless people.

   This pressure is far stronger than the confusion on the path of practice.

   His mind was shaken, which led to the fluctuation of aura.

Snapped.

  The water polo collapsed and fell to the ground, splashing water all over the ground.

  “.”

  He Fanshuang sighed softly, got up and walked out of the hall, an invisible barrier condensed on his head, blocking all the rainwater.

  She came to the door of the laboratory, knocked on the door, pushed the door open and entered.

  In the laboratory, Qiu Feng and Ouyang Shi lay on the folding bed in the corner, falling into a drowsy sleep.

  Li Ang leaned against the microscope alone, observing the shape of the hyphae.

   "Is it raining heavily outside?"

   Li Ang noticed He Fanshuang's footsteps, raised his head from the microscope, and asked casually.

"Um."

  He Fanshuang nodded. She originally wanted to ask about drug development, but when she saw Li Ang's pale skin and bloodshot eyes because he hadn't left the laboratory for a long time, it was difficult for her to ask.

   "How's it going in town?"

  Li Ang used his thoughts to ask why Fanshuang moved the chair calmly.

"not too good,"

  He Fanshuang shook his head, "The number of confirmed patients is still increasing by two or three hundred per day."

  Compared to the millions of people in Taiyuan Prefecture, the number of a few hundred does not seem to be particularly exaggerated.

  But the fatality rate of the plague is frighteningly high. Behind every confirmed patient is a broken family.

   "Is that so"

   Li Ang's expression darkened. When he faced the schistosomiasis in Suzhou, the feeling of powerlessness came to him again, and this time it was even stronger.

   What if he's wrong? What if there is really no suitable streptomyces that can kill the plague in this world, and if streptomycin cannot be extracted?

  Here and the other world in my mind are two worlds after all,

  I have succeeded one after another in allicin, penicillin, and artemisinin. Why is it so difficult this time.

  The two fell silent at the same time, only the ventilation rune board remained in the room, which was still humming.

   "Say something happy."

  Li Ang cheered up a bit, and said with a smile: "I heard that your brother is engaged?"

"Um."

  Bringing this matter up, the haze on He Fanshuang's face faded slightly, and he nodded with a smile.

  Her elder brother He Siping, as an assistant to the crown prince and a former school inspector, has a promising future. Over the years, countless matchmakers have visited the house, almost breaking the threshold.

  A few days ago, the marriage was finally finalized. The woman was not the daughter of a court minister, but He Siping's junior. The two met while traveling a few years ago, and as the woman was about to graduate from the academy, the marriage was finalized.

   It is estimated that by this time next year, it will be almost time to get married.

  As the chatting progressed, the rain outside the window gradually stopped,

  The two looked at the swaying yellow leaves outside the window, and they were speechless.

  Suddenly, the Taiyuan prefect's panicked voice sounded in the courtyard, "He Xueshi? He Xueshi?"

   Something happened again.

  The small talk came to an abrupt end, He Fanshuang got up silently, and said calmly, "I'm leaving."

"Um."

  Li Ang nodded, watched the girl's back and walked out the door, while he took a deep breath and continued to bury his head in front of the experiment table.

  Every day the release of special medicine is delayed, the danger accumulated in Taiyuan Mansion and even Hedong Road will become stronger.

  He can only concentrate on doing his job well now, and prepare a special medicine as soon as possible to fundamentally solve the plague.

  Hopefully, not too late.

   "What happened in the city?"

  He Fanshuang walked through the courtyard and asked the anxious and flustered Taiyuan prefect Dao.

   "It's all because of those leaflets."

  The prefect of Taiyuan was accompanied by a group of assistant officials. He gritted his teeth and said, "There are thousands of people gathered in the south of the city, and it seems that they are going to storm the city gate."

  (end of this chapter)