The city gate was melted down, what an incredible thing, you must know that the heavy iron was specially used when the city gate was built, because this is the emperor's hometown, the land, the city gate is built in a grand style, even wood is useless.

How can it be melted?

The henchmen reported that Shi Lanyun's people had gone out of the city to seek medical treatment, and Shi Lanyun was shocked.

He shook his abacus fingers: "Are you looking for a little stammer?" So who else do we sell our medicines to? With that, he waved his hand and threw the abacus to the ground.

The abacus cracked and jumped up, making a crisp sound when it landed on the stone floor.

"You don't have to be angry, I think this is an opportunity." The henchman bypassed the debris that splashed on the ground, and whispered in Shi Lanyun's ear?

"Huh?" Shi Lanyun's eyes widened.

"Sir, don't you want to know how the few formulas of the little stutter are symptomatic now?" The henchman's eyebrows moved: "According to our people, the medicinal materials she applied are almost exhausted, and now there are so many people in the city, her medicinal materials will soon meet the bottom, and she will definitely purchase medicinal materials at that time, and the lord will use the privileges of the Heji Bureau to block the channels for purchasing medicinal materials, and then hoard all the medicinal materials in the small stammering prescription, with our family's statement, I want to buy out a few medicinal materials, and other pharmacies will not dare not give face, and then the young lady will come to us." She has to go through our house to buy anything she wants. ”

If the little stammerer asks for him, he can ask for the symptomatic symptoms of those prescriptions.

Shi Lanyun didn't use his henchmen to explain thoroughly, he immediately understood, and he nodded with satisfaction: "Free clinic medicine, free clinic medicine." She thinks she's the reincarnation of a bodhisattva. He snorted: "This man is not going to do righteous things with his mouth, he has to spend money, how much money can a little stammerer have?" Don't look at her usual generousness, but according to my observation, she is very frugal in food and clothing, which is what a rich man does.

There is no money and pretending to be rich, so many medicinal materials are given to the poor ghosts...... "If those medicinal materials are placed here for him, they can be sold for eighteen thousand silver taels, to say the least, a loser!" He snorted twice: "Isn't she rich?" When she begs me, I have to slaughter her. ”

The city gate was really broken. People inside and outside the city can come and go as they please. Of course, there are almost no people entering the city, except for very important things.

Nanling walked on the familiar and empty street with the two maids who accompanied her home, with a heavy heart and hope.

"I'm going to get home, I wonder how my wife is? I hope there is no plague in the house. A maid said.

"There is no news from the house. That is, you are not infected. I believe that my wife will not let anything happen in the house at this time. Nanling was worried. But she is long and can't mess around, so she comforts them.

The two maids looked at her: "Then shall we go back at this time?" Fang couldn't help but ask.

Mrs. had told her not to worry about her. Wait until the plague is over and then go back, but Nanling's sister's house can't stay anymore, the plague in their village is very rampant, ten rooms and nine empty, everyone runs away and dies.

But if they go back now, will they already be infected with the plague and spread it to the house? Maybe the house won't let them in.

The three women thought about the difficulties at the same time.

"Otherwise, let's stay out of the limelight." Nanling proposed: "It may be irrational to go back to see my wife now, not for the sake of my wife's good, but also to make my wife embarrassed." ”

She thought left and right, and figured out the severity of the consequences, she would rather die outside than let the people in the house be infected.

The other two maids nodded according to her attention,

"Then let's find an inn to stay." Nanling Road, they turned around and walked in the other direction, saying that they were looking for an inn, and now there is still a boss in the inn? Hey, the plague is rampant, and the prosperity is gone.

Nanling was sighing with emotion, and a teenage boy came up to him.

The little boy was carrying a small object behind him, and he was so staggering that he was about to fall.

"Little brother, are you alright?" Nanling and the two maids hurriedly ran over to support him, and when they got closer, they found that there was a little girl behind him.

The little girl was as thin as wood, her face was sallow, her teeth were clenched and her eyes were closed, and she looked very painful.

"This kid is sick." Ling Nan took the little girl and wiped her forehead very hot.

If you are sick at this time, nine times out of ten it is a plague. The two maids looked at her worriedly.

"Sister, you, can you, help me, send my sister to, Miss Divine Doctor, of, live, place, I can't carry it......" The little boy's eyes were confused, and he didn't have much strength to speak.

Ling Nan hurriedly touched his forehead, it's okay, it's not hot, he shouldn't be infected, he might be hungry if he's so weak.

She asked the maid to take out a snack from her bag and give it to him: "Don't worry, my sister will send you over, and my sister will be fine." ”

The little boy smiled when he heard this, and instead of taking the snack, he closed his eyes and fainted.

At the foot of the mountain, more and more patients gathered over, Lin Xiaojue and the others were really busy, but fortunately, there were enthusiastic villagers nearby to help.

"This side of the station where you come, the side that needs support, and the emergency patient who comes here." On Tuesday, a chaotic crowd was organized, with patients lined up in three lines.

When the city gate was not destroyed, there were very few people in the emergency procession, and now there are more than ten people in line. They were all carried by relatives or friends, and when they inquired, they were all from the city.

"Fourth lady, help me record the pulse, Mr. go for diagnosis and treatment, others." Lin Xiaojue stood on the side of the emergency team and arranged for two doctors, and the others did not need her to say it, and the soup kitchen with medicine performed their duties.

Even Lu Yao, a pampered maid, knew that she took the initiative to decoct medicine for patients who didn't have time to go back to take medicine.

In the face of death, they risked the possibility of being infected, staying to help those who were on the verge of losing their lives, they did not flinch, maybe some of them wanted to retreat, but in fact, they were all ready to persist for a long time.

This spirit of solidarity and indestructibility was learned from the young lady.

Lan Junyuan was unwilling to be a cold-eyed bystander, and he was also busy.

Everything is going on in a dangerous and orderly rhythm.

Monday followed behind the young lady with a tea tray, and they examined the seriously ill patients one by one.

"Pour it down." Each time she took a pulse, the young lady would tell her to pour a bowl of salt water into the patient.

The tea tray was soon empty.

"Miss, there's not enough salt." This salt is something controlled by the government, and it is not something that can be bought casually if you have money, and it is expensive and rare.

Poured the last bowl of salt water on a patient, and said to the young lady with a serious face on Monday.

"The sugar water is gone." Lin Xiaojue listened to her words and said as if talking to herself.

"Yes, the sugar water was gone earlier." Monday's face grew more and more sad.

These people are already terminally ill, with very little fluid in the body, and need to use normal saline to replenish electrolytes, delay the disease, and then use medication to get better.

But the salt and sugar ran out. (To be continued......)