"Miss Qin, don't look for it, it's the pavilion master." Xicao looked at Qin Zixin with some concern, how did she know that none of the people who came here had ever gone out well.

"Zhuge Yan, then I'll treat you as a promise!"

Qin Zixin shouted at the cliff crack, her voice echoed inside for a long time, and the grass looked at the person in front of her with some incredulity, she was different from the people in Xiaoyao Valley.

"This girl, why are you laughing? If ours could be healed, the Pavilion Master wouldn't have put us here. Our people in the Valley of Freedom practice martial arts all year round, so that haode's body will be defeated by the plague, what can you do? ”

Several women looked at Qin Zixin like monsters, and the others didn't pay attention to Qin Zixin after taking the food, and each returned to their own haystacks. They can't go outside and build houses, which would affect healthy people, so they have to stay in the crevices at the bottom of the cliff.

"As long as everyone works together, nothing is impossible." Qin Zixin looked at the dying people who were suffering from illness, and wanted to cheer them up, but no one paid attention to Qin Zixin.

"Hehe, you just give up, just move here, and save the pavilion master from worrying about how to get you from the old man Zuo Ci and kill you." Yu Linglong was a little impatient and complained.

"Find me if you need anything, and I'll do my best to help you." Xicao looked at the flying snow road that circled around Qin Zixin's feet, as long as it was recognized by Feixue, he would admit it.

"Sister, can you really cure me?" A little girl with a gloomy face gently pulled up Qin Zixin's skirt, her eyes full of hope.

"Don't worry, my sister will stay here from now on to treat you."

Qin Zixin squatted down and held her hands. Plagues are generally caused by the environment, and the environment here really needs to be improved, and I am not sure if it is a plague, so it seems that it will be useful to be forced to study medicine.

In the following days, Qin Zixin lived in the Plague Village. Regardless of whether the old man Zuo Ci would be angry or not, she moved wood to erect a temporary bed. Herbs have been prepared with the help of weeds, but the source of the plague has not yet been found.

"Sister, I'm uncomfortable."

Qin Zixin dipped the clean silk scarf in water and applied it to Qingqing's forehead. With her efforts, the environment has improved a lot, but the villagers' conditions do not seem to have improved much, only slightly stabilized.

"Qingqing, are you feeling better?"

Qin Zixin picked up a bowl of decoction and came to her. Qingqing nodded weakly and obediently drank the medicine. The villagers are all sick and sent here after judging that there is no cure, so this is not the root cause of the disease.

"Sister, this is a stone that Qingqing secretly picked up, is it good?" Qingqing had been in a state of intermittent fever, and after six days of observation, Qin Zixin concluded that the people here were indeed suffering from typhoid fever.

"Beautiful."

Qin Zixin smiled and picked up the stone in Qingqing's hand, this child's parents also died of illness, it was not easy to last so long.

"I want it, give it to my sister." After Qingqing finished speaking, her little hand hung down softly.

"Qingqing? Green! Qin Zixin saw that the situation was not right, so she quickly tried her forehead, and it was hot again.

If you don't find a prescription in time, I'm afraid that you will also be infected. Qin Zixin obviously felt that his resistance was not as good as before.