When Xie Yiying sat in the warm flower hall and told the story of the monkey to the women dressed up in flowers, Zhou Jin was taking the doctor from the Tai Hospital to examine the patients.

They set up several rooms to house the sick. There was no bed, but a few straw mats were laid horizontally and vertically on the ground, and the patient lay on them.

Most of the people here have been sick for two or three days, and they may not have found symptoms in a short time, or they may not dare to send them if they have found symptoms, for fear of being hospitalized and dying here; After a long time, it has been transformed into a corpse on a mass grave, and once it is infected with the epidemic, no one can survive five days.

Zhou Jin stood outside the door and saw that the eyes of those who were dying were sunken, their skin was pale, cold sweat was like rain, their lips were purple, and some of them were already weak and delirious, and they began to talk nonsense. It was a bleak and terrible scene, and it was very pitiful.

The imperial doctor smoked the medicine before daring to go in, and the pulse was also in a hurry. I was afraid that I would get sick after staying for a long time, so I only picked up those who looked good and had good symptoms, and then ran out in a hurry, and the children waiting outside had already prepared clean clothes, and they would change them as soon as they came out.

Zhou Jin watched silently until they had washed their hands repeatedly and threw the handkerchief to the people serving on the side, and then asked, "According to the diagnosis of the imperial doctors, how is the situation of this epidemic?" ”

Several imperial doctors looked at each other, and Song Yuan came over, and took Zhou Jin away from the house: "According to the lower officials, the epidemic situation is not very critical, and in its current form, as long as these people are kept at home and do not move around at will, it will gradually disappear." ”

It means to isolate the sick people to stop the epidemic.

It's naïve.

"And what about the people in the room who have been diagnosed?"

"This ......," Song Yuan took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat on his forehead, "We will also do our best to discuss a prescription to treat it." ”

So I still haven't figured out how to treat it.

Several people who came out of the Tai Hospital this time were helpless to come, such a thing as the epidemic, it is not good to be convicted, and it should be cured, not to mention how difficult it is to be cured. Who wants to do this kind of thing without merit and hard work. But they also thought about it before they came, so they didn't get their hands dirty. The Holy Lord sent this prince here, and the movement of the court is obvious, if you really want to make any credit for this matter, will it be his turn to come. It's just such a village, if it really can't be saved, it's a big deal to slaughter the entire village, and it won't endanger the capital anyway.

Zhou Jin understood what these people thought. These people stay in the hospital all year round, eating people's fat and people's ointment, and take it for granted. They don't remember why they studied medicine in the first place, or they didn't have any original intentions in the first place. The warmth of the hospital gradually raised them into fat and strong pigs.

Song Yuanju lowered his head and waited for his answer, I don't know why he didn't dare to look at Zhou Jin's eyes, probably because of the eyelashes, the lines of those eyes are very deep, and when he stares at people, his eyes are very deep, as if he can see through a qiē.

At this time, noisy footsteps and cries sounded behind them, and Song Yuanju's heart was light, and he turned around and asked loudly: "What's the matter!" Dare to make a loud noise in such a place! ”

On the avenue, several officials were dragging a little boy of seven or eight years old to this side, followed by the child's mother, who snatched the child with tears in her eyes: "Adults give me back my son!" He's not sick! Don't send him to the place of the living dead! The child looked at the burning and flushed, but he tried to turn around and throw himself into his mother's arms. A few people couldn't move for a while, and only got dusty.

Hearing the voice of the Song court's judgment, the woman raised a pair of teary eyes and looked over, looked at their luxurious clothes, guessed that they must be higher-status officials, so she gritted her teeth and let go of the child, ran over a few steps, and knelt down in front of the Song court's judge, hugged his legs and cried loudly: "My lord, Mingjian! Spare my child! He's really not sick! Have mercy on our mother and son! ”

Song Yuan was afraid that she also had the epidemic on her, so he frowned and shouted to the officials: "Are you going to die!" Just do it and watch! Get this woman away! ”

Zhou Jin stood aside and looked at the farce without speaking.

The woman was dressed in shabby linen, and her wash was white, and it was covered with dust from a bump just now. There were cracks on his face and hands, his hair was scattered from the struggle, and his eyes were stained with tears.

And a pair of desperate eyes.

After the person was rudely pulled away, the Song Yuan judge patted the hem of his clothes and said to the person: "You ignorant woman, can you heal your sick child at home?" Sent here, we, the doctors of the Tai Hospital, will of course think of ways to cure him. ”

Hearing this, she didn't care whether it was true or not, and the woman fell to her knees again, kowtowing to the Song Yuanju: "Can you really cure him?" Please save him! He's only eight years old, and he's already literate! The master of the study hall also praised him for his fast reading and ......"

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted impatiently: "We will try our best to cure it, whether it is cured or not depends on his own physical condition, if he is already terminally ill, then the Daluo Immortal can't be saved, what's the use of begging us." ”

The words are cold and ruthless, without the slightest understanding of a mother's love for her son.

"I have a recipe! Listen to me, grown-ups! Suddenly, a voice sounded on the side of the road, and a young man in his early twenties, sweating profusely, ran over.

Song Yuan judged that his clothes were shabby, and he was a little impatient: "Who are you?" ”

"I ...... I ......," the man ran closer and stood still, gasping for breath, "I'm a doctor, too!" ”

There was a servant next to him who knew this person, and he couldn't wait to show his face in front of the imperial doctor, so he leaned over and laughed in a thick voice: "What kind of doctor is this kid, his name is He Fei, and he is a Jianghu Langzhong." ”

The Song court judged that he looked down on him, and when he heard this, he waved his hand and told him to get out.

"I ...... I really know how to cure! He Fei easily panted evenly, afraid that people would not even want to listen to him, and his speech was hurried, "Xionghuang pill, use Xionghuang pill!" My lord, you know about the second year of Jianning! ”

The Song court was stunned for a moment when he heard him say that Xionghuang Pill was stunned, but he knew about the second year of Jianning.

In the second year of Jianning, Tai Sui was in You, the epidemic was prevalent, and the dead were extremely numerous. There is a scholar Ding Jihui from Shuqingcheng Mountain, east through Nanyang, from the West City Gate in, see that there are many people suffering from the epidemic, so he takes medicine in the bag, and everyone benefits a pill. The elixir touches the lips, and all diseases are sick.

More than 1,000 plague ghosts in the city saw scholars administering medicine, and they all walked away in horror. There is a ghost king who sees a scholar, saying that there is a way and self-medicine, and he feels that all the ghosts are running. Then the scholar wanted to accept his way. The scholar said, I have no way, but the medicine in the bag is presented to the ghost king, and the ghost king sees the medicine, and kowtows in panic and begs for his life. This prescription can bring it into the mountains to ward off tigers, wild wolves, insects and snakes, and enter the water to remove water monsters and mirages.

That elixir is the realgar pill.

"That male yellow pill is nothing more than a legendary thing! You, a man of the rivers and lakes, take it seriously when you hear a rumor! If there really is such a miracle medicine, how can we wait for the doctors of the Tai Hospital not to know! Song Yuan said, and didn't want to pay attention to him.

He Fei grabbed his sleeve: "I found that prescription!" That's not a legend! The name of the person who saved it mattered, so why not try! ”

His eyes are clear, with a youthful heart.

The person who had been standing behind Zhou Jin with his head hanging down quietly took a step forward at this time, and whispered to him next to Zhou Jin's ear: "Your Highness, don't let him save him." ”

Zhou Jin heard clearly, but opened his mouth to keep people.

"Fourth Highness, what do you mean by this?"

"You can't come up with a prescription from the hospital, do you really want me to watch these people die here?"

"What is his plan! This yellow-mouthed kid is just talking! Human life is at stake, how can it be child's play! ”

He Fei saw that there was a door to this matter, and hurriedly spoke: "I have a prescription!" I'll write it down for you to see! ”

Zhou Jin ordered someone to get him a pen and paper, and Song Yuan snorted coldly, and even ignored the etiquette on his face, turned around and went back to the pile of doctors in the Tai Hospital.

Wei Wu saw that everyone had walked away, so he spoke again: "Your Highness, only when this epidemic affects the dignitaries and nobles in the capital will it attract the attention of the saints." ”

This time, they already wanted to turn the prince's private pickling business into the light through the epidemic, and if they could take advantage of the epidemic to provoke the anger of the saint, it would undoubtedly aggravate the blow to the prince.

"I guess, there's something I can't do." He looked at He Fei, who was bowing his head not far away and writing the prescription seriously, and there seemed to be a faint ripple of water in his eyes.