"Oh! Dingbei Hou! You''ve made it hard for the old slave to find a good life!"
The shrill voice came from far away from the yuan gate of Huangzhuang.
Tang Hao, who was still meditating, was immediately interrupted by this slightly harsh voice. Turning his head, he saw father-in-law Rong taking broken steps and rushing here in a hurry.
Tang Hao turned to meet each other and said with a smile.
"Grandpa Rong, where did the wind blow you to our imperial villa?"
At this time, it was the early Dynasty. As the only messenger around the king of Tang, father-in-law Rong was absent and definitely couldn''t.
Almost at the moment when the words were exported, Tang Hao reacted in his heart.
It must be the order of the king of Tang to summon himself.
That''s the thought. Father Rong''s words came again.
"Don''t make fun of the old slave!"
"Come with me! Your majesty summoned me. It''s very urgent!"
Hearing this, Tang Hao put away his smile and looked at father-in-law Xiang Rong''s impatient cheek.
Could it be that something big happened in the imperial city?
Perhaps it''s because in recent days, the servants of the family are busy counting money. Wu Tong is busy staring at the construction of the restaurant. He is busy running around, but he has left things outside the house behind.
Being held by father-in-law Rong, Tang Hao kept up with the hurried pace, quite curious.
"But what great event happened in the imperial city?"
Father-in-law Rong''s footsteps did not stop, wrinkled his white and fat cheeks, and said anxiously.
"You don''t know that there is a plague in the North! It''s coming to the imperial city!"
"Now, the whole city is under martial law and is searching for those sick people in the North!"
plague!
Hearing these two words, Tang Hao suddenly had a blank in his mind.
Just as he talked about vaccinia, father-in-law Rong mentioned vaccinia. It was not only a sign of heaven, but also a pure coincidence!
Like the smallpox in history, plague and black death are all millions of corpses.
Tang Hao couldn''t imagine what it would be like if there was a plague in the imperial city of the Tang Dynasty!
I''ve just had a smooth career. My beautiful family is on the side. My child hasn''t been born yet! You can''t be buried here!
Almost in these few moments, Tang Hao suddenly changed his look and said.
"Do you know what the symptoms are?"
"What about the imperial doctor? What about Sun Simiao? What do they say?"
He pushed Tang Hao into the carriage, and father-in-law Rong climbed up with him and beat his knees anxiously.
"What a coincidence! Sun Simiao, the king of medicine, is used to idle clouds and wild cranes. The Dragon sees the head but not the tail."
"Just at the time of employment, it''s not just where to go!"
"Duke Shen has already sent people and horses. There is no news!"
Looking at father-in-law Rong''s face wrinkled like balsam pear, Tang Hao asked.
"Well... What about the doctor?"
"That''s the most exquisite existence of our Tang medicine. They didn''t diagnose it?"
Don''t mention it. At this mention, father-in-law Rong''s face suddenly had several more folds.
"What a doctor!"
"Those imperial doctors sent to the north have also been trapped in Beiyun city! The leading doctor Jiang once said in his letter that it is very likely that he also has a bad disease."
"Now it''s good or bad, dead or alive. There''s no message!"
Hiss~
Tang Hao took a breath.
According to the theory, the imperial doctor is the most knowledgeable person in medicine. Even the imperial doctor can be infected with evil diseases. I''m afraid the origin of the virus is not simple.
"People who are ill in the north of the city are expected to report to the insiders. They have been put on record and centralized rectification."
"Those who hide evil diseases and those who fail to report the information should be turned over to the government and dealt with according to the law of the Tang Dynasty!"
Outside the carriage, a horse flew down the street, shouting and announcing.
The whole neighborhood suddenly burst apart, and many people leaning against the street talked about it one after another.
Hearing the sound of the street, Tang Hao lifted the curtain slightly and took a look.
"It seems that this matter is no small matter!"
Grandpa Rong looked at Tang Hao and had a few more expectations in his eyes.
"Dingbei Marquis! Your majesty and all officials intend to entrust you with the important task of diagnosing and treating demons."
"Do you have a good plan?"
Hearing this, Tang Hao gradually calmed down.
Human beings adapt to this environment all the time, and so do viruses and germs.
Think about where the virus of Datang thousands of years ago can evolve?
Speaking of later generations, you can know what the virus is after a few eyes. Why don''t you worry about the way to solve it?
Just follow the practice of the God of war disease in all dynasties!
Thinking of this, Tang Hao remembered his panic and lost his voice and smiled.
Maybe he was frightened by the word plague, or maybe he was substituted into the film and television dramas of those viruses in later generations.
The father-in-law Rong opposite saw Tang Haoyun drooping his head, light wind smiled, and his wrinkled eyebrows suddenly twisted a knot.
The performance of this just now is quite normal, but it''s like this at this time. Isn''t Tang Hao a little scared and stupid?
With a touch of wonder, father-in-law Rong bent his head slightly and looked at the smile with a smile on his face.
"Dingbei Hou, do you... Do you have a good plan?"
Hearing the inquiry, Tang Hao slowly raised his head.
"A good plan is not good, but the virus is not so terrible!"
Then he patted father-in-law Rong''s arm and said easily.
"You! Put your heart in your stomach!"
"With me, you can keep Datang worry free!"