Mingyue followed Murong Yiwen to the quarantine area and joined the operation of urgently searching for the corresponding medicine.

The quarantine area was set up in a village on the edge of the town, where hundreds of small town residents infected with the plague were isolated, and the disgusting stench of rot and some medicinal herbs burned by the disciples of Shushan for disinfection and mosquito protection filled the air. Mo Yao, Mingyue and Murong Yiwen came to the quarantine area together to check on the residents of the town who were sick.

When the townspeople were first bitten, they felt itching and pain all over their bodies, they tore at their clothes, let out painful wails, as if they didn't know the pain, their skin was scratched full of bloody holes, and the ground was covered with blood stains, which looked shocking.

When the infected person arrives, he is swollen and ulcerated, delirious, and soon falls into a coma without a trace of blood on his face.

Mingyue couldn't bear to look at the sick patients at the scene of the quarantine area, and felt heavy in her heart.

Mo Yao sighed, patted Mingyue on the shoulder and said, "Mingyue, let's work out symptomatic medicine with Brother Murong as soon as possible, I'm afraid that the town will be destroyed." If the plague spreads farther afield, the consequences will be unimaginable. ”

Mingyue's face was solemn, and she nodded categorically: "No matter what, we will definitely find a way to restrain ourselves as soon as possible." ”

Mingyue carefully asked Murong Yiwen about the herbal prescription she was dispensing, although Mingyue was not yet a disciple of the Medicine Sect, but her name as a "Little Divine Doctor" had already been launched in the Cultivation Immortal Academy, Murong Yiwen did not despise her because she was still a disciple of the Cultivation Immortal Academy, on the contrary, he paid special attention to this girl who had not yet entered the Medicine Sect, but her medical attainments were already very high.

Murong Yiwen has admired Mingyue for a long time, and doing things with her is exactly what he can't ask for.

Murong Yiwen took the initiative to show the prescription to Mingyue and explained: "In order to restrain these plague viruses, I used herbs such as Artemisia annua, bezoar and purple snow, and at the same time added herbs such as Bupleurum and Cimicifuga to reduce fever. In addition, this plague is easily contagious among ordinary people, and it would be nice if there was a way to effectively control the transmission among ordinary people. ”

Mingyue nodded contemplatively and said, "Senior Brother Murong, my mind is a little messy now, I have to think about it." In addition, these viruses were deliberately spread by the monster last night, in order to suck the essence of these people. Maybe the ultimate source still has to destroy that monster, and besides, I suspect that the disappearance of the Shushan disciple is also related to this monster. ”

Murong Yiwen said: "I think so too, we all have to be vigilant. ”

In the rest of the days, Mingyue and Murong Yiwen carefully discussed the drug formulas to be used, and they took into account the need for detoxification, and added detoxification herbs such as banlan root, forsythia, and honeysuckle, and boiled all the formulas of medicinal materials that could be thought of into a decoction, and let people pour it into different patients, and observe the reactions of these patients to these new formulas of decoction.

This is a relatively slow process, because after the prescription is configured, the patient must first use it, and the effect of use is not ideal.

To their disappointment, none of the patients had a high fever that could be controlled. On the same day, several more patients were reduced to white bones in a high fever.

The family members of the patients who came to visit stood outside and watched their relatives turn into white bones, crying to death one by one, if they hadn't been stopped by the disciples of Shushan, I am afraid that they would have rushed in a long time ago.

Sick patients wailed from the quarantine area, and family members cried helplessly outside the quarantine area.

Mingyue felt extremely uncomfortable when she saw it, she racked her brains to think of medicinal materials that could control fever, and she couldn't wait to study the symptomatic medicine immediately.

Until the evening of this day, an incident happened.

A middle-aged woman fell ill and was sent to quarantine. When the middle-aged woman was brought in, she had just been bitten by mosquitoes, her arms and face were scratched to shreds, thick water was dripping, and the wounds had begun to smell rancid.

Although the middle-aged woman had begun to have a fever and was a little delirious, she kept muttering: "Tree stump, my tree stump, my little tree stump." "Everyone just thinks that she is burned and confused, or remembers someone in the family, and they don't pay attention to it.

The disciples in charge of the quarantine area hurriedly transported the corpses that had turned into white bones and burned them, and then handed them over to the families of the deceased to dig graves for burial, while constantly receiving the newly ill residents, who were too busy and emaciated to leave.

When it was almost dark, Mingyue and Murong Yiwen made a new recipe of decoction and asked people to carry it to the quarantine area to feed those patients.

Mingyue saw a four- or five-year-old boy from a distance, and when no one was paying attention, he suddenly got into the quarantine area, quickly ran to the side of the new middle-aged woman, hugged her legs and cried: "Mother, mother, I want my mother." ”

Although the middle-aged woman was burned and delirious, but because of her motherhood, she hurriedly grabbed the little boy's arm with her bloody hand that had scratched the pus, because she used too much force, and scratched the skin of the little boy's arm, leaving a lot of blood, and muttered to herself: "Little stump, my little stump." ”

It turned out that the little boy was the child of a middle-aged woman.

Mingyue saw that she was in a hurry, and she didn't have time to explain to others, so she rushed over and snatched the little boy out of the arms of the middle-aged woman.

When the middle-aged woman saw that the child had been snatched away, she was so anxious that she rolled her eyes and fainted.

Mingyue carried the little boy out of the quarantine area, and the little boy cried while struggling: "Mother, I want my mother, woo woo, I want my mother." ”

At this time, a middle-aged man ran in, picked up the little boy and said anxiously, "Little stump, what are you doing here?" My mother is sick, so let's go back with my father first. ”

The little tree stump cried: "No, I don't want to go back, I want to be here with my mother, I am afraid that if there is no one to accompany her, she will be afraid." ”

The middle-aged man glanced back at his wife, who was carried aside by the Shushan disciple and fainted, and couldn't help but cry.

Mingyue grabbed the middle-aged man, pointed to the scratched arm of the little stump and said, "Big brother, the little stump was scratched by her mother just now, I am worried that he will be infected, can you let the little stump stay with me for a day, let's observe and observe first, and help him treat him in time if there is a problem." ”

The middle-aged man wiped his tears, looked carefully at the arm of the little stump, and suddenly sat on the ground and hugged the little stump and cried: "My lady was infected by the plague, and now my son is infected by the plague again, what is the meaning of my life?" ”

Murong Yiwen pointed to the little tree stump and said, "Although the little tree stump was scratched, there are no symptoms, let's just observe it, maybe it's fine." ”

The middle-aged man wiped away his tears, knelt down with a "plop" to Mingyue and Murong Yiwen, and cried in his mouth: "Please save my wife and children, I, Wang Dashun, am willing to worship the immortals for the rest of my life." ”

Mingyue and Murong Yiwen helped Wang Dashun up and asked him to sit aside and rest.

Mingyue led the small tree stump to observe carefully, and found that he did not have any symptoms of illness.

The little tree stump took Mingyue's hand, blinked a pair of big black eyes and asked, "Sister, my mother is asleep, when will I wake up?" I miss my mother so much. ”

Mingyue picked up the little stump, thinking of her mother, and couldn't help it

choked in his throat and comforted him: "My mother will wake up soon, don't disturb my mother and let her rest well." ”

The little tree stump nodded sensibly, and after a while, he fell asleep in Mingyue's arms.

Mingyue put the little tree stump on the bed, and saw that he was sleeping soundly, and cried and called "mother" in his dream. It's just that the little face is red, the breathing is a little rapid, and it seems to have a low-grade fever. Mingyue touched his forehead, and it was really a little hot.

Mingyue was very nervous, so she placed the small tree stump in her room to isolate it, wrung a warm towel and stuck it on his forehead, and changed the wet wipes for him from time to time.

It was late at night, Mingyue didn't know what was going on over there in Fengqi City, thinking of those missing Shushan disciples, her heart was full of uneasiness and worry.

On the way, the infected townspeople turned into white bones, and Mingyue was busy running over to deal with the new patients, and at the same time, she had to take time to come over and take a look at the small tree stump lying on the bed and sleeping. Fortunately, the little tree stump only had a low-grade fever and did not burn up, so she felt a little relieved.

When it was almost dawn, Mingyue stayed by the bedside, and she was really tired, so she fell asleep next to the small tree stump. I don't know how long it took, when Mingyue was sleeping in a daze, a child's voice in her ear called her: "Sister, are you okay?" Sister, wake up. ”

Mingyue woke up from her dream, only to find that the little tree stump had woken up and was looking at her with a pair of dark eyes with concern.

Mingyue looked at the sky outside, the time was already Chen, and it was time for breakfast here.

"Little stump, are you alright?" Mingyue looked the small tree stump up and down, and saw that he was in good spirits, and his face was not red. Mingyue touched his forehead again, and the little tree stump was no longer feverish.

"Sister, I'm fine." Xiao Shun Dun'er said sensibly: "Sister, I'm a little thirsty and want to drink water. ”

Mingyue hurriedly brought over a glass of water and handed it to Xiao Shudu'er to drink.

After drinking the water, Xiao Shudu'er said to Mingyue: "Sister, when I grow up, I will also go to Shushan to cultivate immortals and do something for the people." ”

Mingyue touched the little stump's little head, and said happily: "The little stump is really sensible, and he will come to Shushan to learn to cultivate immortals in the future." ”

The little tree stump held her mouth and said, "Sister, I miss my mother so much." ”

Mingyue touched the head of the little tree stump and comforted: "I can only see her when my mother is ready." Let's go, my sister will take you to breakfast. ”

Mingyue took the hand of the little tree stump and came to the temporary eating place, and some Shushan disciples had already come over for breakfast.

Mingyue helped Xiao Shudu'er get two steamed buns and a porridge, and sat down with him to eat.

At this time, Murong Yiwen led Wang Dashun in, Wang Dashun hugged Xiao Shun Dun'er and asked, "Shudun'er, are you okay?" ”

Mingyue nodded: "Xiao Shudu'er had a low-grade fever last night, and now it looks like he's fine, you take him home today, and then observe and observe, remember to come to me at any time if there is any abnormality." ”

Wang Dashun accompanied the little stump to have breakfast, and led the little stump away with a thousand thanks.

Murong Yiwen looked at Mingyue, looking like he wanted to speak and stopped, Mingyue sighed in her heart and asked, "Senior Brother Murong, could it be that someone from Shushan is missing again?" ”

Murong Yiwen nodded solemnly and said, "I disappeared in the inn again, and the person disappeared inexplicably while sleeping." Not only that, but even a few of the town's residents have disappeared inexplicably, and now everyone is afraid to sleep, and they don't know what to do. ”

Mingyue swallowed a bite of breakfast in her throat, and she no longer had an appetite. She thought: No matter what, we must find a way to overcome the plague as soon as possible, otherwise if this continues, there will be more and more people who encounter accidents among the disciples of Shushan.