Just when Qin Zixin and Xicao went to Xiaoyao Pavilion to collect all the medicines on the prescription and returned to the Plague Village. A child was seen being dragged out by several people on a straw mat.

"What are you guys doing!" Qin Zixin ran over to stop them. The grass also walked forward with Feixue in her arms, and the child in front of her was indeed lifeless.

"Meet the High Priest, who is preparing to throw this newly dead child into a mass grave." Several people directly ignored Qin Zixin and said.

"People who die of this disease cannot be thrown away, cannot be buried, but can only be burned."

Qin Zixin checked his pulse for him with an unstable heart rate, he was indeed dead. Looking at the child on the straw mat, Qin Zixin felt sad in his heart, it was a child about the same age as Qingqing, they still had a lot of ways to go, and a lot of scenery they couldn't see.

"Just do what she says." After receiving the order from the grass, several people looked at Qin Zixin, who was wearing a hat, and dragged the children on the ground to the mass grave.

"Qingqing, drink the medicine." Qin Zixin brought the medicinal soup to Qingqing's sleeping place, but she couldn't wake her up.

"Doctor, I don't think we have any hope. She has been here for so many days, and Xiaoshi has not been saved! ”

After the people around them saw the child just now, the hopes they had built up were instantly shattered. Qin Zixin didn't pay attention to them, pry open Qingqing's mouth and concentrate on getting the decoction in.

"What she said, did it really work? Can it really pull the people of Plague Village back from the gates of hell? ”

Xicao stood silently in the distance of the mass grave, looking at the fire in front of her, still smiling innocently.

"Sister, it's uncomfortable."

Qin Zixin didn't dare to relax for a moment to stay by Qingqing's side, as soon as the sky was bright, Qingqing shouted that she was uncomfortable. Qin Zixin hurriedly found a towel to wipe her body, although Qingqing's consciousness had not fully recovered, Qin Zixin instinctively felt that this medicine must have an effect.

"Qingqing, are you still uncomfortable?" After two more days of feeding the decoction, Qingqing woke up. She shook her head, and looked at Qin Zixin who was busy back and forth with a pair of bright eyes.

"It's really strange that I haven't seen anyone here who has closed their eyes ever reopened their eyes."

"yes, this kid's life is really tough." When people saw Qingqing's awakening, they gradually began to pay attention to Qin Zixin.

Another few days passed, and Qingqing had begun to slowly be able to eat something, and she could barely get out of bed and walk.

"Miss Qin, it seems that the effect is good." Zhangcao looked at Qingqing Dao, who was sitting on the bed drinking porridge, and he really picked up a treasure in Fanxingtan.

"How's the situation outside?"

Qin Zixin remembered that Zhuge Yan, the master of Xiaoyao Pavilion, had issued a wanted warrant to correct himself on the spot, but he really couldn't understand why he always wanted to put himself to death, and I really doubted that he would be a relative of Su Xue'er's family.

"Don't worry, the Pavilion Master is not in the Valley of Freedom today, and no one will think that you have returned to this plague village again, they all think that you have fled somewhere to hide."

Xicao picked up the cinnamon branch on the side, he really didn't expect that this plague didn't need any strange medicinal materials, and there was a good cure in Xiaoyao Valley.

"Everyone, pay attention, don't misplace the medicinal herbs."

Most of the people with milder forms of illness have recovered and joined the treatment team.