The streets outside the government are no longer as lively as they used to be.

Infected patients can be found everywhere on both sides of the street.

Occasionally, some uninfected people passed by, and they all covered their mouths and noses, and walked in a hurry.

The two maids couldn't bear it, and couldn't help asking, "Miss, do we really care?" ”

Yun Rong was in a dull mood and did not speak.

The two followed her, and there was no more speech.

Along the way, the sound of crying lingered in my ears.

Yun Rong had a calm face, stopped outside the door of the Wen Mansion, and her eyes fell on a child not far away.

The child was about five or six years old, and there was a woman lying on the ground in front of him.

Now he was kneeling beside the woman and saying something.

Yun Rong was a little far away and couldn't hear clearly, but she saw the child wiping tears as she spoke.

Lu Non frowned and said, "Miss, why don't we go over and have a look." ”

Such a small child, blame the pitiful.

Yun Rong nodded and walked over.

The woman's eyes were closed, and the situation looked terrible, but the slight heaving of her chest indicated that she was still alive.

Yun Rong squatted down and grabbed the woman's hand, wanting to see the specific situation.

However, before she could touch the woman's hand, she was pushed by the child: "Don't touch my mother." ”

Although the child's strength is not great, Yun Rong is squatting, and when she pushes like this, her center of gravity is unstable, and she subconsciously falls backwards.

Fortunately, he was quick to help Liu, and quickly helped her: "What's the matter with you kid?" My young lady saw that you were pitiful, so she thought about saving your mother, but you still came to push her. ”

Fuliu's tone was a little fierce, and the child who provoked him shrank back.

But when he heard that Yun Rong could save his mother, his eyes lit up suddenly, he turned his head to look at Yun Rong and asked, "This sister, can you really save my mother?" ”

Fu Liu snorted, and without waiting for Yun Rong to speak, he said with some pride: "Of course, my young lady is a miracle doctor." ”

"Sister, are you really a miracle doctor?" The child grabbed Yun Rong's sleeve and asked with some excitement.

Yun Rong frowned and glanced at him, and said, "Do you still want to save your mother?" ”

The child nodded vigorously.

Yun Rong stood up and said, "It's okay to save her, but I have one condition." ”

As soon as the child heard this, the light in his eyes couldn't help dimming, he lowered his head and pulled the corners of his clothes, and whispered, "But I don't have any money." ”

"I don't want your money." Yun Rong said.

When the child heard this, he raised his head in surprise and looked at her.

Yun Rong said again: "But I want you to do something for me." ”

The child hesitated slightly, but when his eyes touched the woman on the ground, he nodded firmly: "What is the matter?" ”

Yun Rong leaned over and whispered a few words in his ear.

Then he asked, "Can it be done?" ”

The child nodded and said solemnly, "Yes." ”

After the words fell, Yun Rong asked Lu Nong to go to the Wen Mansion and called two little servants to carry the woman in.

Mrs. Wen heard that Yun Rong carried a patient into the door, and hurriedly rushed over, and said with some embarrassment: "Sister Rong, now that this plague is so serious, will it be ...... if you carry her in?"

Not so good?

The last few words were not finished, but Yun Rong had already understood what she meant, and thought for a while: "Uncle, this plague is serious, their mother and son fell outside the gate, if they die by then, it will be unlucky, right?" Besides, I can cure the woman's illness, don't worry, find them a room to live in later, and have them sprinkle some quicklime water in every corner of the house to disinfect it. ”

Mrs. Wen knew the name of Yun Rong's divine doctor, and when she heard her say this, she was also relieved.

He ordered the woman to be carried to a small transept at the edge of the room.

There are many types of malaria, such as warm malaria, cold malaria, and barrier malaria.

The woman's lips were not dry, her expression was tired, her tongue was white and greasy, and her pulse was slow, which was a clear symptom of cold malaria.

Yun Rong used 12 grams of bupleurum, cinnamon branches, and magnolia bark plus dried ginger, etc., and let the maid boil them together and feed them to the woman.

The child's eyes had not taken off her since the woman had drunk the potion.

It wasn't until two hours later that the woman, who had been breathing more in and less breathing, moved.

Yun Rong couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

The children on the side also jumped up happily, turned around and bowed to Yun Rong, and said, "Thank you, sister." ”

Yun Rong smiled and said, "No thanks, just remember what you promised me." ”

The child nodded heavily.

Yun Rong then walked out of the ear room and headed towards Wen Jin's study.

There was a pandemic in the city, Wen Jin hadn't gone out for several days, and when he saw Yun Rong coming, he hurriedly asked, "How is that woman?" ”

Yun Rong smiled and said, "Uncle doesn't believe in my medical skills. ”

Wen Jin smiled with kindness and said: "Your medical uncle believes in it, but it is just a matter of human life, and at such a critical juncture, of course you have to be careful." ”

Yun Rong knew that Wen Jin was worried about her, and hurriedly said: "Uncle, don't worry, if you are a person, you should be able to get out of bed and walk around tomorrow." ”

The woman was plagued, but she was unconscious, but she was hungry.

When she left, she had already asked the kitchen to prepare millet porridge and send it over for a while.

At the beginning of a serious illness, drinking some millet porridge is the most nourishing.

Wen Jin didn't see anyone, but seeing that she was so sure, he staggered the topic and asked, "Sister Rong, is there anything else?" ”

Yun Rong nodded and said, "There really is something." ”

Wen Jin looked at her sly eyes and said with a smile: "But it's okay to say it." ”

Yun Rong said Zou Fuyin's decision again, and said, "I want to ask my uncle to build another porridge shed to administer medicine to the sick people." ”

Wen Jin frowned and said, "Sister Rong, do you know the consequences of doing this?" ”

Yun Rong nodded.

Zou Mansion Yin Ming took Dr. Qi's opinion, and if she did it again, she would be openly opposing the government and the people of the apricot forest in the entire Qingzhou.

Those doctors are easy to say, after all, they have already had once, and they are not bad for a second time.

But the government is different, and being against the government is equivalent to being against the court.

The consequences of this cannot be solved in one or two sentences.

Just like Wen Jin's imprisonment, if you don't get it right, you will lose your head.

Wen Jin hesitated.

Yun Rong continued: "Uncle, I don't have any other skills, the only medical skill can be shown, you should be able to see from the woman who was carried into the mansion, the conclusion I got is not wrong, since I am not wrong, it is they who are wrong, they are wrong, but they want to take the lives of the people of the entire Qingzhou City, can you bear it?" ”

She can deduce the flood in Qingzhou City, but she can't deduce the performance time, so she can't let innocent people avoid this natural disaster.

But this time is different, she has the ability to save people, how can she watch them lose their lives?

She is not a saint, but she is not a cold-blooded person.

Wen Jin was stunned for a moment, but did not answer her question immediately, but said: "Tomorrow, if that woman can really stay and move, I will set up a tent to administer medicine." ”

Yun Rong finally breathed a sigh of relief when she heard this.

Wen Jin's decision she understood, after all, as the head of the family, he took care of far more than her.

Yes, Yun Rong didn't say anything more, blessed Wen Jin, and went back to her own yard.

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On the other hand, the government is here.

Earlier, in order to relieve the victims, many porridge shacks were built on the main street of Qingzhou City.

At this time, it is more convenient to free up a few pots for application.

The yacha poured the medicinal herbs that had been prepared by Dr. Qi directly into the pot of soup porridge and began to boil.

You can smell the smell of medicine from afar.

The government had issued a notice before, because they had just started boiling, and some people lined up.

Soon a pot of medicine was boiled, and some patients went to get it and drank it directly.

Zou Fuyin watched from the side and nodded with satisfaction.

The heart that had been burned by the plague for the past two days finally calmed down at this moment.

After applying the medicine, it was almost dark.

Zou Fuyin did not stay, and went back to the mansion directly.

The yacha who followed behind him couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief: "I can finally sleep well tonight." ”

After he finished speaking, the yacha next to him chimed in: "Yes, I haven't slept for two or three days, and now I'm finally down-to-earth." ”

Zou Fuyin hooked his lips, and even had the urge to hum a little tune.

On the second day, Zou Fuyin was woken up by the crying outside the palace.

He got out of bed with a frown, and without even putting on a single piece of clothing, he walked to the door and asked, "What's going on outside?" ”

The clerk was sweating profusely and hurriedly said, "My lord, it's dead!" ”

Zou Fuyin suddenly sobered up, suddenly remembered Yun Rong's words yesterday, and hurriedly asked, "What's the matter?" ”

The secretary said: "It's those refugees, and among the refugees who drank the medicine yesterday, a few of them died, and there was a commotion outside." ”

Zou Fu Yin thundered like five thunders, and hurriedly walked into the house, ready to get a piece of clothing and go out to see the situation.

But because he was in too much hurry, he tripped on his left foot and almost tripped over himself, but fortunately, he held on to the table next to him in a hurry, so he didn't fall down.

Then he hurriedly put on a piece of clothing and walked towards the outside of the mansion.

The entrance to the government office was already surrounded by disturbing refugee groups.

They asked Zou Fuyin to come out quickly and give an explanation.

Hearing the angry voices of the crowd, the secretary couldn't help frowning and persuading: "My lord, why don't you hide first?" Let the small ones do the processing? ”

Zou Fuyin hesitated for a moment, then shook his head and said, "No, let's go out and see the situation first." ”

The clerk couldn't, so he had to let people open the door of the government.

Even if he expected that things would be tricky, the scene in front of him was still unexpected by Zou Fuyin.

He looked at the group of black heads below, and suddenly regretted that he hadn't listened to the book office just now.

When the refugees below saw him come out, they tried to squeeze forward, and shouted as they squeezed: "Dog officer, take your life." ”

Although the yacha tried their best to stop it, there were too many people, and the circle was still getting smaller and smaller.

Zou Fuyin saw that the situation was getting worse and worse, and quickly raised his hand and said, "Everyone, please listen to me." ”

However, no one listened to him.

Zou Fuyin was a little helpless, so he had to raise his voice and roar: "Everyone, please listen to me." ”

As soon as he spoke, there was a sound of gong striking outside the crowd.

The crowd fell silent for a moment, and they all looked towards the place where the gong sounded.

Not far behind the crowd, there was a little boy standing, and the gong just now was the gong in his hand.