In this way, three days later, under the strong organization of Luo Weishu, various departments such as the Medical Bureau and the Civil Affairs Bureau also joined the team of Pujitang to boil medicinal juice.

The officials of the state capital, as well as the recovered people who were replaced by the plague, joined the team of voluntary medicine in gratitude.

Thousands of people worked day and night, under the guidance of Yuan Qianwei, in three shifts, taking turns to boil medicine.

In the city of Qingzhou, it shows a scene of unity and harmony that is rare in a century.

In Qingzhou City, a radius of fifty miles, there are hundreds of Pujitang branches, all of which are giving medicine to the people of Qingzhou for free.

In the past three days, more than 300,000 of the millions of residents in Qingzhou have drunk the medicinal juice of Pujitang, and the plague has been effectively curbed.

There have been no new cases in Qingzhou, and tens of thousands of patients on the verge of death have been effectively treated.

There are still eight days left before Luo Weishu promised to get rid of the plague, and if this continues, at most five days, millions of people in the entire Qingzhou will be able to drink the elixir of Pujitang, and the plague will be completely eliminated.

But on the morning of the fourth day, something went wrong.

......

"My lord, it's not good!"

Zhao Shun came to report in a hurry!

"What's wrong? Can you talk properly?!"

Luo Weishu is excited that Qingzhou will completely eradicate the plague, and is preparing to draft a document to notify the whole city, which will be solved in two days, so that the residents who are about to be sealed off can travel freely.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Shun's anxious appearance swept his interest.

Zhao Shun picked up the teacup that Luo Weishu put on the table, and drank half a cup of tea, without waiting for Luo Weishu to stop it, he raised his sleeve and wiped the tea juice on the corner of his mouth, and said anxiously: "My lord, the second miss is sick!"

"Huh?"

Luo Weishu stood up and said as he walked outside: "I've been busy for three days, how can she eat, hurry up and find Lang Zhong! ”

Zhao Shun shook his head, tears were about to come out: "My lord, the second miss is not tired, she is sick, Zhao Shun is estimated to touch, the second miss ...... I'm afraid I'm infected with the plague!"

Luo Weishu's head "buzzed", staggered a few steps and almost fell.

By the time he came to Puji Hall, the person who was administering medicine at the door had already been replaced by Fan Yu. Yuan Qianhao was lying in the room, his eyes were red, his lips were purple, and he vomited repeatedly.

Sure enough, it was a phenomenon of plague.

The residents in line saw that Yuan Qianhao was no longer there, so they inquired one after another.

Fan Yu was very moved, so he stood on a high platform and said to thousands of people: "From now on, everyone must wear a mask, and you can't be careless." In the past few days, it is because the plague carriers are not wearing masks that the second lady has also been infected with the plague, but rest assured, our medicinal juice can ensure a normal supply......"

Before Zhao Shun finished speaking, people immediately whispered.

"Huh, the second lady is also infected with the plague?"

"Isn't she Langzhong? can't even cure herself, how can she save people?!"

"Yes, yes, it is said that the second lady of the Yuan Mansion is a barbaric princess, she can't even cook, why did she suddenly become Langzhong?

"It's so scary! Fortunately, it's the first time I've come to get the medicine, and if I drink her medicine, I'll get sick if I don't get sick, and I......'ll be gone."

After everyone exchanged words, someone poured out the medicinal juice they had received and turned away.

With a cup of tea, thousands of people will be scattered.

In an instant, the news of the plague infected by the second lady came in Qingzhou City, and the branch of the Baijia Puji Hall was full of birds in an instant.

At this time, Luo Weishu didn't have much to worry about whether the people could receive the medicine or not.

He was worried that if Yuan Qianwei did something good, he would live in guilt for the rest of his life.

"Oi'er, ...... you?"

Luo Weishu's lips trembled, and tears rained down.

Yuan Qianwei was originally a lively and fearless girl, and suddenly took on the responsibility of saving Qingzhou, and she may lose her life for this.

Why isn't Luo Weishu like a knife?

Yuan Zheyu rushed over when he heard the news, and glared at Luo Weishu fiercely, but he didn't blame him.

At this time, no amount of blame can only make everyone sadder.

Yuan Zheyu only said to Luo Weishu: "I can't let Manqi know about this." Then he called the maid and the family named Yuanfu, and carried Yuan Qianwei back to Yuanfu in a carriage.

Luo Weishu instantly had mixed tastes.

Eighteen years ago, Yuan Zheyu wanted to soak Yuan Manqi in the pig cage, why is he worried about Yuan Manqi now?

Yuan Qianhao returned to Ziwei Pavilion.

Yuan Zheyu looked at Yuan Qianhao, who was vomiting, and was very distressed.

"Sir, please move outside......

Elaine held the toilet and cautiously bowed to Yuan Zheyu.

Yuan Zheyu sighed, took off Yuan Qianha's hairpin and walked out of Ziwei Pavilion.

The most obvious sign of a patient who has been infected with the plague is that the eyes are red and swollen, but the complexion is splendid, and the vomiting and diarrhea do not stop.

When he came to the compound of the double gate, Yuan Zheyu looked at the blue hairpin in his hand, and said to himself viciously: "Why don't you have a spirit? Didn't you tell you to take good care of O'er? Why did you let her get into the plague?"

As he spoke, he gritted his teeth, eager to break the hairpin into two pieces with one claw.

With a wave of his hand, the hairpin turns into a stick, which is a psychic staff.

Yuan Zheyu turned the psychic staff a few times, and laid a spiritual light cover around Ziwei Pavilion. However, this aura shield can only block the attack of the plague, but it cannot get rid of the plague that invaded Yuan Qianmist's body.

"Do you really want to ask Master Huiyuan to do a ritual?"

Yuan Zheyu had no choice.

Ten days ago, Zhao Shun came to beg him, hoping that for the sake of the people of Qingzhou, he would ask Master Huiyuan to use a psychic staff to do a ritual in Dongyue Peak, so that the plague calamity in Qingzhou could be relieved.

Of course, Yuan Zheyu knew that Master Hui Yuan was the second god of war in Heavenly Court, even if Hui Yuan didn't talk about it, Yuan Zheyu could sense it.

And he also knew that the consequence of asking him to lend out the psychic staff and do a ritual in Dongyue Peak was that all the five hundred bats would be wiped out.

Regarding the rich children eating bat barbecue, Yuan Zheyu hated it deeply. But whether this plague was caused by the rich children eating bat barbecue, Yuan Zheyu didn't have a score in his heart.

There is no one who can be trusted, give him an authoritative statement.

Now, the plague has spread, and many people from the thirteen wealthy families have died, and they have been fined 10,000 taels of silver by Luo Weishu, and a representative of the prison has been imprisoned to set an example.

There are also hundreds of people who follow the rich children to eat bat barbecue, and none of them are spared.

But this plague has affected more than 5,000 innocent people.

This Yuan Zheyu is very difficult to accept!

Thinking about it, Yuan Qianhai was really troubled this time.

First, he followed Mi Xiao's kid into Dongyue Peak, and when he came out, he was haunted by a hundred demons, and the ghost aura was permeated.

Unexpectedly, the demonic qi was just eliminated, but it was caused by the plague again.

What made Yuan Zheyu sad was that his daughter took back thousands of lives from the hands of the plague god, but her own life was on the verge of death.