In fact, every time the Mekong River bursts, there will be a possibility of epidemic in the local area, which is nothing more than lung disease or gastrointestinal disease, which is recorded by the hospital, and the medicinal materials will also be allocated to the Yamen of the Meijiang Provincial Government along with the money from the Ministry of Industry in the spring.

If there is no epidemic, if there is, there are ready-made medicinal materials in the treasury of the Yamen Mansion, and there is no need to rush to transfer them everywhere.

What's worse is that just a month ago, the Mae Jiang provincial government felt that there was no danger in the Mae River for many years, and the medicinal materials in the treasury of the Najiang government would rot as soon as the rainy season arrived, so they sold the medicinal materials privately, and the proceeds were all in their own pockets.

At the beginning of May, when the torrential rain arrived, Yin of Lingshui County found that people had died in Yu Village one after another.

Someone was sent to inspect it, and it was learned that someone was suffering from the epidemic.

He hurriedly asked the provincial government for help, hoping to open the treasury and take out spare medicinal materials to save the villagers.

In fact, it is also saving everyone, because once the epidemic is infected, it is not a matter of one or two deaths, but a village of dead people!

The Meijiang Provincial Government is at a loss, and the treasury has been emptied by him, where to find medicinal materials!

In order to avoid being discovered, he had to order people to collect medicinal materials in various counties, who knew that the Meijiang River had broken the embankment, and the place where the embankment broke was Yu Village!

The epidemic spread.

The Meijiang provincial government rushed to Lingshui County and ordered all patients infected with the epidemic to gather near Yu Village.

The doctors in the city, including the masters and apprentices of the ink dyeing, did not leave any place to treat the patients, and the city medicine hall also took out the medicinal materials and provided them to the epidemic patients for free.

Lingshui County is a small county on the edge of the Meijiang River, there are only two medical centers, and the medicinal materials are naturally insufficient.

When the medicinal materials in the hospital were exhausted, the people complained and demanded that the provincial government take out the medicinal materials from the treasury, and many people clashed with the officers and soldiers because of this.

After not seeing the medicinal materials of the government for a long time, the master who was lightly dyed with ink noticed that something was wrong, he originally didn't want to have anything to do with the capital, but seeing that people were dying more and more day by day, he decided to write a letter to the Tai Hospital.

This confirmed the conjecture of the Meijiang Provincial Government, thinking that he was the inspector sent by the above.

The Mae Giang provincial government was scared.

That night, a group of black-clothed people quietly surrounded the temporary camp set up near Yucun to treat the sick, regardless of whether there was a passer-by who was not infected with the epidemic, even a passer-by, they all became the souls of a group of black-clothed people.

Only the ink light dye survived.

Mo Xiaoyao asked him to pick a herb early that morning, which was quite rare in the plains and useless to the epidemic, Mo Qingran was reluctant to go, Mo Xiaoyao was furious, smoked two bamboo poles and told him that he was not allowed to come back if he could not pick a basket.

Mo Qingran didn't know what he was crazy again.

Mo Qingran didn't pick the herb after hanging outside for a day, passing by a wine shop, thinking that the old man liked to drink, so he asked the store to give him half a catty of bamboo leaves.

When he put it in the medicine basket, he accidentally spilled some of it, and then he saw that there was a layer of bamboo leaves at the bottom of the medicine basket, and there were some broken silver and a note under the bamboo leaves.

It's the handwriting of Mo Yao, on the book: Run.

The ink is lightly dyed.

When he ran back, the only thing that awaited him was the sky-high firelight and the black shadows holding the broadsword.

Mo Qingran didn't dare to step forward, and after waiting for a long time, the black-clothed people saw that they were almost burned and left.

Mo Qingzhi waited for a while, waiting for the heavy rain to pour down, completely extinguishing the fire on the scorched earth, but it could not extinguish the fire in his heart.

The heavy rain washed the ashes of the deceased into the Mei River, leaving only the bones of the forest.

Mo Qingran pulled at the bones like crazy, expecting Mo Xiaoyao to stand out from the white bones.

He found an iron gourd, which was the gourd that Mo was drinking from.

Next to the gourd are two white bones, and Mo Qingzhi guesses that one is Mo Xiaoyao, and the other is about the same age as Mo Qingdye.

It should be that Mo Xiaoyao was afraid that those people would be suspicious, so he found a teenager to replace him.

Mo Yaoyao's iron gourd was burned red by the fire, and white smoke rose in the rain.

Mo Qingran hugged the iron gourd tightly, and even the chest was burned without feeling any pain.

Ink lightly dyed and felt hopeless.

He felt he had to do something.

He put down Mo Xiaoyao's iron gourd and did not collect his body, because Mo Xiaoyao knew that these white bones were too eye-catching, and the man in black would still come back.

He kowtowed to Mo Xiaoyao three times, recited a scripture, and chose to go north.

Mo Qingran wanted to avenge Mo Xiaoyao and avenge the more than 700 people who died before and after the epidemic.

All he could think of was going north to sue the emperor.

By the time he arrived at the Imperial Palace, it was already the spring of the following year.

What Mo Qingran didn't expect was that it was not so easy to sue the royal court, and ordinary people would be beaten by Jin Wuwei if they got a little closer to the palace.

Just as the Tai Hospital was accepting apprentices, Mo Qingran thought that his master might have worked in the Tai Hospital, and he would inherit his mantle, and it should be more than enough to be an apprentice. When he entered the Tai Hospital, if one day the Holy One was sick and asked him to go to the doctor, he would tell him about it.

Ink light dyeing smoothly entered the Tai Hospital.

His medical skills have attracted the attention of the head of the Tai Hospital, and to have such superb medical skills at such a young age is simply a genius.

The hospital decided to focus on cultivating him.

Mo Qingran didn't care about these, he still cared about the more than 700 unjust souls in Yu Village, Lingshui County.

Every night, the bones stood up and gathered around him to ask him if he had avenged them, but the master he respected the most never fell asleep.

Mo lightly dyed back in a cold sweat.

Mo Qingran wondered, why did the people in Beijing seem to know nothing about this matter?

He is still too young, more than 500 lives, if it weren't for the monstrous power, how could he have disappeared silently overnight?

It wasn't until he saw the Meijiang Provincial Government riding a tall horse on the street of the imperial capital that he knew that he was extremely naïve.

The people around him told him that the person was a relative of the emperor, and he was transferred out of the imperial capital for committing an accident a few years ago, and he was transferred back last year because of his meritorious service in fighting floods on the Mekong River.

Mo Qingran was amused, and he cried when he laughed.

Good people don't live long, and disasters last for thousands of years.

It's true.

He returned to the Tai Hospital, and the head of the hospital ordered him to help find a medical technique, and he went to the wrong room in a trance.

But in that room he saw a portrait of his master.

Mo Xiaoyao, the ninth head of the Tai Hospital, was in charge of the Tai Hospital for 13 years, and resigned in the first year of Yanqing.

The portrait had long black hair, but his eyes were not as bright as when he was practicing medicine with Yun You.

That night, Mo Qingran dreamed of a skeleton with a red-hot iron gourd hanging from the ribs around his waist, and the skeleton took the gourd and drank wine, and the wine flowed down the skeleton.

As he drank, he wondered, "How can you not drink enough?" ”

Mo Qingran died in a hurry, and said, "You can't hold it, what about your stomach?" ”

The skeleton couldn't hear at all, and still said to himself why he couldn't drink enough.

No matter how Mo Qingran yelled, he couldn't hear it.

Just when Mo Qingran was desperate, the skeleton suddenly became flesh and blood, and turned into a living Mo Xiaoyao, he touched his shiny head and smiled at Mo Qingran: "It's very boring here, you can go." ”

Mo Qingzhi suddenly woke up.

That day was the last hurdle of the Tai Hospital's examination, and in addition to some tricky medical questions, there were also civil officials who respected the DPRK and China to ask some questions.

The main object of the main imperial doctors is the nobles in the palace, and there can be no rudeness, the imperial doctors are so difficult to test, as long as the answer is not out of line, it is just a formality.

Mo Qingzhi almost became the youngest imperial doctor in the history of Jing Yan.

He heard an old gentleman ask him, "Why do you want to be a physician?" ”

This is a divergent question, you can play at will, the head of the court has already told him, what is famous for his family, contribute to the health of the royal family, contribute to the development of Jing Lang medicine, etc., but he did not answer like this.

Mo Qingran pondered for a while and said, "I want to see if the ladies in the palace are as beautiful as rumored." ”

He was kicked out of the hospital on the spot.

Ink lightly dyed and left the imperial capital.

All the way west.

He heard that there were many strange things and poisons on the Beihao Mountain, and he wanted to go and see them.

He couldn't lift the demon-slaying sword, so he refined it into a demon-slaying medicine.

I'm going to make that man die a hundred times, ten thousand times!