There are also some people, because of the fact that the dawn is moving again, and people are buried directly in the stone and soil in their sleep.

From dawn until the sun rose in the middle of the sky, Shen Yunjiao basically finished reading the injured patients in Zhoujiaying.

At dawn, many people were buried in Zhoujiaying, and Shen Yunli and Zhou Feng also joined the rescue.

At noon, Shen Yunli's face was not good, if the village chief of Zhoujiaying could be half of the village chief of Shenjia Village, would there not be so many deaths

"There aren't many people left now," Shen Yunjiao asked quietly

Shen Yang didn't speak, and gestured to a thirty.

Shen Yunjiao looked around, and from morning to now, Village Chief Zhou didn't show a single face, and his eyes were also stained with anger.

"Didn't they give you money for treatment," Shen Yunli asked in a low voice.

"Well, it is said that the money is buried by the stone and soil, and it will be given in a few days. I asked them to write an account and sign their names, and they said that Zhou Donghai didn't give it either, and they didn't write it. Shen Yunjiao said helplessly.

Shen Yunli sneered, give it in a few days, the silver bracelet on his hand, isn't the jade wrench money

"Zhou Donghai's family is really poor, if he doesn't give it, forget it, look at those people, which one is not richer than our family, you said that there is no money now, it's okay, but it should always be an account" Shen Yunli was angry.

My sister's medicinal materials, even if they are not bought with money, they are also collected and dried every day on the mountain, leaf by leaf and flower, and they don't need energy

"It's okay, brother, I often see this kind of thing, and I've also encountered people who keep accounts for you, but don't give you money." Shen Yunjiao said with relief.

To be honest, Shen Yunjin is actually angry, if you really don't have any money, forget it, but if you do, you just want to take advantage, which makes Shen Yunjin a little annoyed.

Or, you just say directly, it's okay if you don't give it, don't be so clever and rub her IQ on the ground.

As Shen Yunjiao's brother and sister were talking, a young woman, hanging her arms, walked up to Shen Yunjiao's side and said, "Little Divine Doctor, your gold sore medicine, the effect is really good, can you give me some more, or you can give me the prescription directly, and I will go back and prepare some myself." ”

Shen Yunjiao looked at the medicine bottle, "I'm sorry, it's gone." ”

"No, little miracle doctor, you don't know, my man is a hunter, often injured, every time the wound heals very slowly, ten days and half a month can't work, I see that your medicine is good, I want to ask you for more." Little Divine Doctor, can you give me a prescription, I'll just go back and match myself, save you trouble. The little woman said.

The little woman's name is Gu Wanyu, a girl from the county who married into Zhou's camp, and the man in the family is a well-known hunter from far and near.

Shen Yunjiao didn't think much about it, so he wrote down the prescription and gave it to this woman, thinking that if this medicine could save people's lives at a critical time, it would also be a good thing.

The little woman looked at the prescription in her hand, her eyes flashed with a strange light, and she thanked Shen Yunjiao again and again before leaving.

Shen Yunjiao looked at the other party's overly brisk steps, and faintly felt that something was wrong in his heart.

However, Shen Yunjiao didn't have time to think about it, so he threw himself into the process of treatment.

The people who dug out from under the rubble were more or less slightly injured.

The medicinal materials in Shen Yunjiao's medicine box were consumed extremely quickly, and several small compartments were already empty. Shen Yunjiao stretched out his hand to grab the medicinal herbs, touched and touched, only to find that there was no more.

This flavor medicine is gone, and this recipe is equivalent to being wasted.