Sang Qingrou was dealing with the wound on her hand when there was a sudden knock on the door.

"Who?"

"Ahem! It's the king. ”

Sang Qingrou was stunned, at this time, shouldn't Ouyang Shuo stand side by side with Sang Xiaoxi and establish a good image in the hearts of the people?

After thinking about it, she opened the door anyway.

"Lord Wang, is there something?"

Ouyang Shuo put his eyes on Sang Qingrou's hand, and when he saw that she hid her hand, he asked a little uncomfortably: "The injury on your hand, are you okay?"

"My injuries?"

As if worried that Sang Qingrou would misunderstand, he immediately explained: "Don't think crookedly, this king is not about you." You've been bitten by that kid, and if you get the disease, it's going to be a problem. When the time comes, the king will not be able to give an account to the prime minister. ”

Sang Qingrou chuckled: "I know, you can't care about me." Rest assured, I have taken care of the wound myself and will not be a burden to you. ”

Seeing that she was sharp and sharp at herself, Ouyang Shuo didn't have a good tone.

The face that was slightly soft just now was suddenly covered with a layer of frost, and Ouyang Shuo said coldly: "So, it's best." ”

"Since I'm here, I won't trouble you. The prince has extra time, so he should care more about these people. You and Sang Xiaoxi finally had the opportunity to be alone, don't you cherish it? Don't waste your time on me. ”

"Sang Qingrou, you are self-inflicted. This king doesn't care about you! If you were anyone, this king would ask a question. ”

Otherwise, if the prince cares about me, I will think that the prince has a good impression of me, and I will worry that I will not be able to control it and stick to you again. ”

Her hippie smile successfully deceived Ouyang Shuo's eyes.

Thinking of the way Sang Qingrou pestered him before, Ouyang Shuo was a little afraid, and subconsciously took two steps back.

Sang Qingrou showed a triumphant smile: "I didn't expect that His Royal Highness King Chen, the majestic god of war, would also be afraid. I'm also quite accomplished!"

Ouyang Shuo glared at her fiercely, turned around and threw his sleeves and left.

Sang Qingrou watched him walk away, and then let out a long breath. She must always remind herself that she is an assist and that she must keep a certain distance from the two protagonists. You can't generate hatred, and you can't generate too much favor.

She looked up at the gray sky and couldn't help but sigh: It's so difficult to be a man! It's even more difficult to do a good job of assisting!

Maybe she'll go crazy that day.

In the time that followed, Sang Qingrou always followed the two of them from a distance, and saw these villagers fall one by one, but the epidemic still could not be controlled.

Sang Xiaoxi's face became more and more ugly day by day, her prescription did not have too significant effect, she covered her head and got into the medical book, forgot to sleep and eat, and still failed to find an effective method.

Sang Qingrou walked in the village, watching the villagers around her being tormented by illness one by one, constantly wailing, her brows furrowed more and more.

Even in the world of the book, these lives are alive.

She obviously has a cure for the epidemic, but in order to control the speed of the story, she wants to watch these innocent people die?

Sang Qingrou asked herself, watching them die, can she be indifferent?

While she was standing there in a daze, a little girl suddenly grabbed the corner of her skirt and burst into tears.

"Kind-hearted young lady, please, save my mother, my father is dead, I don't want my mother to have another accident. Please, save my mother, I'll kowtow to you. ”

The little girl slammed the ground, her forehead stained with loess, but she felt that this was not enough.

It was as if if she pushed harder, her mother would get better faster.

Sang Qingrou couldn't stand such a picture, and hurriedly helped the little girl up.

"What's your name?"

"My mother calls me a girl! Kind-hearted young lady, they all say, you will have a way. Please, save my mother! ”

Sang Qingrou glanced at it, the woman leaning against the corner of the wall was pale, and the situation was already very serious.

"Didn't your mother drink medicine?"

"Drink it, but the mother's condition is not improving, and the girl doesn't know what to do?

As she spoke, she burst into tears, and the helplessness in her eyes pierced Sang Qingrou's heart.

At this moment, Sang Qingrou had her own decision in her heart.

She couldn't watch these villagers die like this, the cure was in her hands, and she should use this recipe to save more people, instead of blindly thinking about the whole situation. What will happen in the future, who knows?

They don't know if they can survive the next second, what tomorrow to talk about?

"Girl, don't worry, your mother will be fine. The villagers will be fine. You're waiting for me!"

She ran all the way back to the house where she lived, found a pen and paper, wrote down the prescription for treating the epidemic, and hurriedly ran to find Sang Xiaoxi.

She doesn't know how to use medicine, and if she takes out the prescription, no one will believe it. This prescription will only have the best effect if it is taken out from Sang Xiaoxi.

She knocked on Sang Xiaoxi's door, but no one answered for a long time.

She had no choice but to ask around. She was the only one who saw the doctor, and if you asked the villagers, they must know where Sang Xiaoxi was.

Before she could ask, Sang Qingrou saw several people hurrying towards her from a distance, as if something important had happened.

When she got closer, she saw that it was Ouyang Shuo. His face was solemn, he was holding Sang Xiaoxi in his arms, and his steps were hurried.

"What's going on?"

Ouyang Shuo hurriedly walked past her with someone in his arms, without looking at her. Sang Qingrou didn't care, and pulled the villagers to ask.

"Alas, the second lady didn't know why, and suddenly fainted. The village had already relied on her for medical treatment, and now, even she fell, and it seems that we people can't escape this disaster. ”

"Fainting suddenly?"

Sure enough, just like Sang Qingrou remembered, Sang Xiaoxi fainted, and he was infected with the epidemic. Next, she should test the medicine herself, and after more than half a month, she tried the correct prescription.

She looked around, in another half a month, the village didn't know how many people would die, she couldn't wait until that time.

Sang Qingrou chased after her, and before she entered the house, she heard Ouyang Shuo's scolding.

"What are you talking about? Okay, how can you get infected with the epidemic? She obviously has a sachet on her body to prevent it. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the sachet fell off the bed. It turned out that Sang Xiaoxi did not carry the sachet sent by Sang Qingrou with him. How could her body be able to withstand daily contact with people suffering from the epidemic?

"The prince forgives the sins! The ministers and others can't find a cure for the epidemic for the time being. The ministers must find a way to heal Miss Sang and the villagers as soon as possible. ”

"How long do you want this king to wait?