After the foul-mouthed fellow had his mouth stuffed with even fouler socks, he finally quieted down.
However, his face was hidden by a mask, so his expression couldn't be seen, only his wide-open, enraged eyes.
Huang Sheng, with a mischievous streak, stood before the man and stared into his eyes.
What are you looking at?
Mmmph mmmph!
Huang Sheng kicked him in the stomach.
I asked, what the hell are you looking at!
The man still made muffled sounds, staring at Huang Sheng.
Huang Sheng became angry and kicked him again.
Damn it! Still looking! Read books!
The man was in pain.
What the hell!
This stinky thing is stuffed in my mouth.
I'm being choked by this!!!
Kicked twice in the stomach, with foul-smelling socks stuffed in his mouth.
His throat convulsed, making sounds of vomiting and swallowing alternating.
Fang Er was disgusted by the sight: Drag this guy aside!
After Huang Sheng dragged the fellow away, Fang Er, holding a knife, smeared some more cowpox pus onto the other condemned prisoners.
The condemned prisoners shivered.
This guy before them was clearly a devil!
Yet, they dared not resist, the previous prisoner was their best example.
Watching him suffer a fate worse than death in an endless cycle of vomiting and swallowing, they felt it was better to let this devil stab them.
Even if they contracted smallpox, it would be much better than that guy's fate.
Fang Er proceeded to inoculate several more condemned prisoners with cowpox.
Inside the earth temple, Sun Simiao handed the prescribed remedies to the imperial physicians and then walked out.
Seeing what was happening before him, he looked puzzled: What is the Marquis of Liaodong doing?
Fang Er had finished the inoculation and handed the knife to Guan Chang, who was standing nearby.
Go and rinse it with alcohol.
After saying that, he went over to Sun Simiao.
I want to test if these people, after being infected with cowpox, will become immune to smallpox.
Earlier, on the carriage, Fang Er had explained the concept of immunity to Sun Simiao, so he understood Fang Er's intention immediately.
He couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation.
After explaining to Sun Simiao, Fang Er began issuing a series of commands.
A portion of the Skyfire Army will be dispatched to control Ziwu Town and transfer the patients from there for concentrated treatment.
Both towns will be disinfected with quicklime.
All garbage will be incinerated, especially in the homes of those who had smallpox patients. Not only the ground will be treated with quicklime, but furniture, doors, windows, and walls will also need to be wiped down with alcohol.
All individuals are prohibited from defecating or urinating anywhere. After using the latrine, it must be covered with soil to prevent the breeding of flies and insects.
On the first day, these people showed almost no reaction, except for the fellow whose mouth was stuffed with socks.
He was already completely weak, slumped on the ground, his eyes staring blankly, like a woman who had been violated by ten thousand men.
On the second day, two of the condemned prisoners began to develop blisters, accompanied by fever and cough symptoms.
Sun Simiao prescribed medicine for them.
On the third day, most of the condemned prisoners started to develop pustules, also exhibiting symptoms like fever and cough.
On the fourth day, all the condemned prisoners showed symptoms.
Over the course of four days, more than a dozen bodies were carried out of the earth temple, and dozens more smallpox patients were carried in.
There was no other choice; in the later stages of smallpox, there was no cure. Only those with milder infections were kept alive by Sun Simiao and the imperial physicians doing their best to maintain their vital signs.
Huangliang Town and Ziwu Town were adjacent. Fang Er ordered people to transfer the patients from Ziwu Town over for concentrated treatment, which also facilitated isolation.
On the fifth day, the condemned prisoners infected with cowpox began to show improvement.
On the sixth day, the first condemned prisoner recovered.
After a few more days, all the condemned prisoners were cured.
Even the fellow whose mouth was stuffed with socks was saved.
However, this fellow's demeanor was clearly not right. Since being rescued, he had been staring at Huang Sheng's feet all day long.
One day, Fang Er ordered Huang Sheng to tie up the hands and feet of these condemned prisoners, remove their masks, and throw them into the earth temple to stay with the smallpox patients without any protection.
As the Skyfire Army controlled the perimeter, no one had been able to leave the two towns during these days, so the epidemic had not spread.
The condemned prisoners spent three days together with the smallpox patients. Sun Simiao checked their bodies regularly. To his surprise, these individuals did not develop any smallpox symptoms.
He excitedly found Fang Er, who was eating hot pot and singing songs in a tent outside the temple.
Marquis of Liaodong, this method is viable!
Fang Er handed him a pair of chopsticks.
Come, eat first. This beef is not something you can eat every day. Quickly, don't waste it.
Sun Simiao was astonished: Where did the Marquis of Liaodong get beef?
Fang Er picked up a piece of fatty beef from the pot, dipped it in sauce, and put it into his mouth.
While chewing the delicious meat, he said, "Uh. I inoculated the Skyfire Army soldiers who came with the kid with cowpox. One of those two cows was stabbed too many times and couldn't take it anymore, so it died."
Quick, the meat will be overcooked soon.
Sun Simiao...
Damn it! You can stab a cow to death just by extracting pox fluid! You don't need to be so obvious if you want to eat beef!
Looking at the bubbling beef in the pot, Sun Simiao shook his head.
You eat first, old man is going to write a memorial to the Emperor!
After saying that, he walked over to a table, spread out paper, and began writing vigorously with a pencil.