This time, went out with friends to get rid of the troubles. don’t know why was seriously injured, and all the tonics couldn’t work, so it suddenly declined.

Luo Qingwen shook her head, feeling very weak. Turning her head, she saw a pair of recipes in front of the bed, and when she saw the medicinal ingredients in the recipes, she knew that the doctor had the same judgment as her, but she was just doing her best to obey the destiny and trying to recuperate from the basics.

But what Luo Qingwen didn't expect was that three days later, she was summoned by her father, and when she arrived at her father's small courtyard, the person who had been dying the day before yesterday had already left the lingering hospital bed and was slowly punching in the small courtyard.

Luo Qingwen took a closer look at his complexion. Although he was pale, he didn't look too sick. Most of the injuries on his body were healed.

Luo Jinan recruited Luo Qingwen, but just to ask her where she was going during this time. When she heard that she went to her mother's childhood dance building, Luo Jinan snorted coldly: "You are my ninth miss of Baihua Valley, go to What are you doing with that dirty place? When I brought your mother out of there, I didn't want to have anything to do with that place again."

Luo Jinan paused for a while, then looked at the daughter who had almost never cared. The graceful and agile dancer on the edge of the desert now seems to be living in the body of the girl in front of her, including her refusal to obey. stinky temper!

After asking a few more questions about the medicine hall's business, Luo Jinan waved and sent Luo Qingwen back.

Luo Qingwen saluted properly, turned around and walked out of the hospital.

She didn't care when she was run and scolded by her father, she just wondered what happened in the past three days to make a terminally ill person recover so quickly.

She pondered for a few days at home and couldn't find a way to do it, but her father became tougher day by day, and even his skills recovered to seven or eight.

Having said that, Huang Zelin, Mu and Gu looked at each other. Huang Zelin knew best about Luo Jinan's situation. With that kind of body, he couldn't support the wall with mud. As far as he knows, the only one who can come back to life and restore his skills in a short period of time is the Yi Hun Pill.

Before everyone could digest the surprise in their hearts, the sound of hooves came from the direction of Baihua Villa, and one person and one horse ran straight towards the formation.

Luo Qingwen stood up, her expression a little confused. It was the young man from the Baihuacheng Pharmacy Hall. Before the horse could stop completely, he rolled off the horse's back and shouted profusely, "Miss Jiu!"

"What happened?" Luo Qingwen asked, almost suspecting that something was wrong with Luo Jinan.

Mu Xiyuan filled a bowl of red bean and barley water and handed it to the guy. The man raised his head and drank water, and said anxiously, "Yesterday, more than a dozen patients came to the pharmacy one after another, all of them had fever and cough. The shopkeeper didn't pay attention to it at first, and the doctor in the clinic only thought that it was caused by the changes in the cold and heat in the past few days. He had a lung disease, and he prescribed antipyretic and cough medicine and sent them away. Who knew that in the evening, among the dozen people from yesterday, the condition of the five older people had deteriorated rapidly. Now, it was useless to save them all night. In the morning, they were all dead! Today, more than 20 people came to the pharmacy to seek medical treatment, and the symptoms were very similar to those of yesterday. have a look!"

As soon as the boy finished speaking, he slumped to the ground.

Cheng Yinji stepped forward to help him, but was stopped by Huang Zelin: "Don't touch him yet! Back off!" He pointed at Cheng Yinji, "You, cover your mouth and nose, take him to the river to take a bath, change Put on your clothes, and his body will be burned directly!"

"Great-grandfather!" Luo Qingwen exclaimed: "You, are you suspicious...?"

"Yes!" The old man with white beard and white hair stood up and looked at everyone worriedly: "There may be a plague in the city!"

plague!

As soon as these words came out, it was like a thunderclap, hitting everyone.

Huang Zelin waved his hand and arranged: "Qingwen and Mu Yun will go with me to the pharmacy in the town and treat the patients first. Yan Jun, Qing Qiao and Qin Le, the three of you will go to the government office, explain the situation, and lead people from house to house to ask questions. , to see if there are any similar patients, remember to take precautions.

You..." He looked at Zhu Yicheng's face of the rich and noble son, "Go to the teahouses and restaurants in the city and see if everyone has any opinions on this matter. "

A group of people took the lead.

In Hundred Flowers City, the life of the residents is still as usual. It is lunchtime, the restaurant is full of friends, and the street hawkers are full of hawkers. No one knows that the huge shadow of the plague is quietly looming over.

The Huichun Hall was already full of people, and the hall of the Medicine Hall was full of patients with fever and cough. The old people were hunched over and coughed non-stop, the woman was holding the child anxiously, and the little baby's face was flushed and crying.

The shopkeeper was sweating profusely, and shuttled back and forth in the front hall and backyard with a few doctors who were in attendance.

When Huang Zelin brought Mu Xiyun and Luo Qingwen to the medicine hall, he saw an old man coughing vigorously and fell down with a plop.

"This can't be done! If everyone is crowded together, even those who are not sick will get sick!" Mu Xiyuan jumped forward, used his spiritual power, and two golden lights divided the medicine hall into three pieces.

Huang Zelin nodded approvingly and glanced at Luo Qingwen.

Luo Qingwen walked into the hall and said in a loud voice, "Everyone, don't worry. Seniors over 50, please sit in the area on the left, young people stand in the middle, and those with children stand on the right."

At this time, the shopkeeper saw the three of them coming, heaved a sigh of relief, and hurriedly called a few guys to help maintain order.

Looking at the patients who were still coming, Huang Zelin rubbed his brows and explained, "Quickly sort out the backyard and prepare mats to cover. There may be more people who get sick in the past few days."

The three of them were busy in the hall for a while, first showing a few townspeople with serious symptoms, and then instructing the medicine hall to place patients. After two hours, they finally checked all the townspeople who came to see the doctor.

Luo Qingwen continued to guard with the shopkeeper of the medicine hall, and followed Huang Zelin and Mu Xiyuan to a small house in the backyard.

This is where Luo Qingwen usually rests when she sees a doctor.

"It now appears that this is a new type of lung disease," Huang Zelin pondered: "The patient first had a fever, and at the same time began to cough, his chest was full, and he felt stuffy."