Chapter 6: The Fairy Family?

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  Li Zheyi returned to find that the place he was in had changed. It was a market town, with a large courtyard, crowded with people inside and out, with all sorts of people rushing in and out of the gate, frantically busy with something, and everyone's face wore an expression of fear and panic.

  Su Laozhang was right in the middle of the big courtyard, surrounded by a group of people who were loudly quarreling, as if something had really happened.

  "What's wrong? What's wrong?" Li Zhe shouted, startling everyone. They turned around to see him, and their faces were immediately filled with surprise and delight, as they rushed over to him in a crowd.

  "Master! You're back! This time it's not good, something big has happened in our group! There's been an outbreak of disease!" A group of people exclaimed to Li Zhe.

  "An epidemic?!" Li Zhe furrowed his brow, this was no good word.

  "Yes! It's the plague! The doctors in town have all confirmed it, and they can't be cured." A group of people said with worried faces, "Two people have already died, and seven or eight are infected, all being kept in the east wing. Everyone is afraid and wants to burn them, but those families are crying and refusing to let go, and it's causing a commotion!"

  "What nonsense! How can you set people on fire?" Li Zhe heard this and immediately glared at him with wide eyes, scolding loudly.

  His words made everyone's eyes wide with fear, if they didn't burn the person, what could be done? That was a plague! It would easily lead to thousands of miles of barren land and millions of starving corpses.

  The terror of the plague Li Zhe knew, but for people in the 21st century, it was not so scary. Moreover, he also knew that in this backward old world of the Three Kingdoms, many times what was called a plague was not incurable, but became fatal due to poor sanitation, widespread malnutrition and lack of treatment... These were not problems in Li Zhe's hands.

  But he didn't have the mood to explain any further, "Alright! You guys wait for a while, I'll go take a look at the situation and talk about it later!" Li Zhe quickly walked away.

  "No way! Young master! That's a plague!" A group of people hastily blocked Li Zhe, with anxious people already crying out: "How can you go? You're a noble person! Don't dare to go."

  What's there to be afraid of with this epidemic? Li Zhe doesn't buy into that, his own body has been vaccinated with all sorts of vaccines since childhood, grown up eating all kinds of poisonous food, and living in an environment polluted by all sorts of toxins, yet he's still alive and kicking after decades, worthy of being called "invulnerable to a hundred poisons", a steel physique, so how can he be afraid of a small local epidemic?

  "What's the big deal about being noble or not! This young master is born with the protection of all gods, nothing can happen to him." Thinking of this, Li Zhe's confidence surged, after a few words of courtesy, he took large strides, and with an air of majesty, he forced his way through the crowd. The crowd was startled by his demeanor, others would retreat at the sight of the plague, who has ever seen someone like Li Zhe pushing forward? What nonsense about being protected by all gods! But looking at Li Zhe's attitude, they could only make way and hastily follow behind him.

  In the main hall to the east, it was already filled with patients who looked like zombies, their faces were sallow and they couldn't move, lying straight on the ground. Next to them were several family members of the patients crying. The large main hall was eerie and devoid of any human warmth.

  At this time, the Eastern Han had experienced decades of intermittent plagues that killed countless people. However, various regions learned some methods to deal with the plague. The most effective method was to put all infected people together and isolate them from others, so they would not be able to spread the disease. Then, burn the dead bodies and their clothing with large fires and bury them properly. This could greatly reduce the probability of a large-scale outbreak of the plague.

  These isolated patients were naturally left unattended, and it was a rare occurrence for someone to bring them a bundle of straw mats, leaving them to fend for themselves. Only their closest relatives would occasionally come to deliver some food, cry and lament, amidst the scenes of life and death, which were most painful.

  Li Zhe pushed aside the crowd waiting in the yard and stepped into the house, immediately almost being suffocated by the foul smell inside. He struggled to hold back his nausea as he approached the patients, who indeed had waxen yellow complexions, dry skin, and were unconscious. The filthy surroundings made it seem hopeless. The family members around them were extremely moved when they saw Li Zhe arrive, and they knelt down beside him, repeatedly kowtowing and wailing, begging for help.

  In the eyes of these refugees, the mysterious young master who can create divine objects must have some connection with the gods. Since their family members' illnesses cannot be cured by ordinary doctors anyway, they might as well ask the young master for help, even if there is only a one in ten thousand chance of success.

  Li Zhe didn't have any medical skills, but he wasn't willing to just stand by and do nothing. These people were all scarce labor forces, after all. He thought about the common medicines he had on him, such as traditional Chinese medicine for clearing heat and detoxifying, antibiotics, and fluoroquinolones. Might as well try using them, even if it was like trying to revive a dead horse.

  The plan was set, Li Zhe Mali went out and ordered someone to take out the big wrist, took out a few effective medicines, poured them in one by one, added hot water and stirred slightly, felt the temperature was suitable, then went into the house to hand it over to the patient's family member, instructing them to feed the patient.

  The patient took it, and Li Zhe instructed to clean up the environment for the patient, ventilate well, and then got up and left.

  An hour later, the news suddenly came that the patient who had been in a coma for a long time woke up, with a red face and sweating profusely, and no longer looked like he was dying.

  The atmosphere suddenly became eerie, and everyone was secretly watching Li Zhe with their eyes, quietly guessing in their hearts, and even dared not to speak out loud. Before long, the people in the hall got up one by one and slipped away quietly.

  Elderly people from several migrant groups gathered together.

  "Old Su! Today's affair seems to have a strange air about it. Look at the young master's feet..." An old man leaned in close to Old Su's ear and whispered, while pointing his finger upwards: "Could it be that he is from above?"

  Su Laozhang was also pondering, this Li Gongzi indeed had some mysterious and unpredictable places that made people unable to grasp. With a face like a young maiden, skin as white as jade, not to mention the fact that he didn't have a beard, his actions and words all showed some incompatibility with the world. Moreover, his movements were secretive, and the things he casually pulled out from beside him were all rare treasures that few people in the world had ever seen. All these things had already made everyone secretly admire him. And today, he even revealed this trick of casting a spell to save lives.

  Could it be that this is actually the legendary Fairy Clan?

  People of the late Han Dynasty were superstitious, and the entire dynasty from top to bottom had a widespread mythological atmosphere. This can be seen from the prevalence of the Taiping Tao, Wudoumi Tao and other miscellaneous Taoist sects at the end of the Han Dynasty.

  Li Zhe's mysterious and unpredictable behavior in other people's eyes is somehow connected with immortals.

  When Old Man Su heard this, his mind was already wavering, and the old man next to him added in a low voice, "Didn't you hear? The young master just said that he has the protection of a hundred spirits from heaven! What kind of person can say such things?"

  As soon as this was said, everyone suddenly felt like a thunderbolt had struck their heads, and their hearts were racing uncontrollably. After calming down slightly, they exchanged glances with each other, and they all understood the suspicions in each other's minds. They revealed mysterious smiles that seemed to say "I knew it all along", and everyone thought they had suddenly gained enlightenment.

  Su Laozhang stopped for a moment, then added anxiously: "Zhang Lao! Since the young master himself hasn't spoken up, he must not want us to spread his identity around. The current imperial court is quite wary of this sort of thing. From now on, we need to be careful; since we're following the young master, let's not have the lower-ranking officials gossiping and getting caught by the county authorities."

  Several old men nodded in agreement, all of whom were deeply convinced. To say nothing of the fact that it has not been many years since the grand and powerful Zhang family's Tian Shi rose up, the remnants of the Taiping Rebellion are still rising and falling in various places, if the young master's identity is revealed, who knows what kind of disaster will be triggered.

  Besides, the old men themselves did not want Li Zhe's so-called identity to be spread out. After all, it is always better to have a good relationship with those close to you, and if others are brought in, one's own benefits will inevitably be diluted. This principle is something that people of Chinese descent naturally understand.