In the Ming Dynasty, there was no big data. Even if Jiangning County was close to Yingtian Jingshi and had a large population movement, it was far inferior to later generations. Many people here never left their hometown in their entire lives.

So far, the court has issued official documents, and any county has reported dysentery in an urgent manner, but there are no symptoms of dysentery in Yingtian Prefecture except Jiangning County.

Even many merchants and people who entered Yingtian from Jiangning County were centrally quarantined and did not experience dysentery.

Wu Ningyu said: "There are not many factors that cause dysentery, poor diet and poor environment are all one of them. If you want to find the root cause, you can just ask how you can do it!"

"And depending on their appearance, where can I answer anything else!"

"I have been in Jiangning for half a month. The people here do not have any special eating habits. Apart from eating more meat, there is nothing special about it!"

As soon as Wu Ningyu finished speaking, his eyes suddenly became stagnant. The imperial physician also said, "Yes, there is a farm in Jiangning. Could it be that poultry is infected and causes people to suffer from dysentery??"

Wu Ningyu said: "This possibility is actually not great. Can you give me a cloth glove now?" He was anxious. These imperial physicians did not have much desire to save people. They had seen too many people who died of dysentery outside the nunnery.

But Wu Ningyu felt that he could try it and rush to save someone, which was also good.

"Give it to you!" The imperial physician took a cloth glove from the side and handed it to Wu Ningyu, then turned around and said, "Go to inform the Lord Zheng of the Institution and focus on checking the local breeding farm."

“Poultry is likely to be the main cause of dysentery!”

The doctor who was forcibly taken to Jiangning County did not dare to say anything, so he hurriedly left the nunnery.

Wu Ningyu shook her head slightly. She disagreed with and did not object to everything. Poultry may indeed become one of the sources of infection, but she felt that more problems were still in other places.

Squatting down, Wu Ningyu, wearing cloth gloves, picked up a branch and tweaked the patient's vomiting and excrement twice. A foul stinking came out, and Wu Ningyu choked and coughed continuously.

"Sir, the main reason for the transmission of dysentery has been found!" Wu Ningyu covered his mouth and nose with his left hand, threw away the branches with his right hand, took off his gloves, and spoke.

"Don't make fun of me here, hurry up and get the medicine and decoct it!"

The imperial physician said without looking back.

Wu Ningyu hurriedly said, "Sir, the problem now is not about taking medicine or taking medicine. If you want to save these people, you must place them separately and send special people to take care of them to clean up their vomit and excrement."

"I will use 30 grams of white-headed mantle, 15 grams of coptis chinensis, 10 grams of cypress, 10 grams of Guangmuxiang, 10 grams of tangerine peel, and 30 grams of pomegranate peel. Boil it into water, and after decocting the medicine, the patient will be cleaned when the temperature is appropriate."

"During this period, we must ensure that these people are placed separately and that the patients' vomiting and excrement must be processed in a timely manner so that they have a chance to survive!"

Wu Ningyu quickly spoke.

The imperial physician's eyes narrowed, and he was secretly surprised. He knew about this prescription, and he was also using this method to treat the patient.

But the effect is not very good.

"Vomites and excretion will cause secondary infection and aggravate the condition. Sir, don't hesitate!"

Wu Ningyu's eyes turned red in an anxious manner. He looked at the master next to him, as if he wanted to ask the master to help him.

The master took two steps forward and came to the imperial physician and said, "Sir, is this method feasible?"

"It should be feasible, but we don't have enough manpower!" The imperial physician sighed. It is of course a good thing to be able to save people, but it is really not enough manpower.

The permanent population of Jiangning County is more than 200,000, and more than half of the patients are sick. The court acted very quickly and forced thousands of doctors, doctors and doctors from the surrounding areas, although there are also medicinal materials, it cannot be said to be sufficient.

After all, the imperial court also needs time to allocate materials needed to treat dysentery from other places. No county town will store so many medicinal materials.

"Then don't delay it. We nuns can't do anything else. It's okay to take shit and urine. Let's separate the patients first!"

The master said, but the doctor bowed respectfully and said, "Go and do it!"

The master looked at Wu Ningyu with a smile, turned back to the temple

With the joint efforts of everyone, the patients were quickly sent to the wing room of the nunnery, and a large wing room was divided into five beds and two nuns took care of it.

The entire nunnery received only more than 300 patients, and it was still easy to disperse.

With the timely removal of vomit, although the patient was still suffering, he could drink the medicine on top and the enema on the bottom.

Although this method requires human support, at least the court still has an attitude. It is not without doctors and doctors from surrounding counties and counties who are selfish and fear of death.

But that is only a very small number.

The imperial court summoned a large number of doctors and doctors to Jiangning County for assistance. As time went by, the power of socialist centralization also exploded.

Almost countless medicinal materials, hats, gloves, and various rescue supplies were sent to Jiangning County.

Although the people inside could not get out, the court did not give up on them or abandon them.

Everyone is very busy, very hard and very tired.

The Huimin Pharmaceutical Bureau in Jiangning County, the head of the Imperial Hospital Hospital, and the top leader of the Jiangning dysentery treatment team, sat on the floor tiles, feeling dizzy and sweat was on the forehead.

"Sir, Sir!"

Li Mingsheng hurried forward and helped Fu Zhenghao up and shouted worriedly.

"I'm fine, it's fine, I'll just rest for two days!" Fu Zhenghao pressed his knees with both hands, but at this time, he was sitting on the ground and could not get up no matter how hard he tried.

Li Mingsheng said: "Sir, let's take a rest first. The situation here is almost the same. It has been controlled, and the cause of dysentery has been found."

"Whoever knows him in that nunnery?"

Fu Zhenghao remembered to give a solution, and rescued countless people from Jiangning, and asked.

"have no idea!"

"I don't know!"
Chapter completed!