Mingyue looked at those newly infected patients, who were in pain worse than death, and felt uncomfortable and anxious, so far she and Murong Yiwen still couldn't find a way to restrain the plague.

"Why is it that the little tree stump is obviously infected with the plague, but it is only mildly infected, but not infected?" Mingyue looked at Xiao Shundun'er's mother from afar with a suppurated appearance, and suddenly froze.

She suddenly thought about the crux of the matter, and something seemed to come out of her head.

After the little tree stump was scratched by her mother's mother and the wound was infected with her mother's pus, it was supposed to be infected, but he only had a low-grade fever for a while last night, and he was cured this morning, and there was no sign of further deterioration.

Why is it that he is the only one who is not infected, and those who are not infected by the wounds of the sick are susceptible to the plague as long as they come into contact with the sick?

Could it be that the pus from the wound of the infected patient enters the body of ordinary people, and ordinary people have the power to resist?

After thinking about it, Mingyue looked at those painful patients, and thought of those missing disciples, she made up her mind to test herself.

When it was time to get some pus from the little tree stump, Mingyue took the time to get some pus from the little tree stump and found an excuse to sneak back to her room.

Mingyue closed the door, her heart pounding, she felt that she was taking risks.

However, as a doctor, Mingyue believes that her judgment is correct. For the sake of these innocent people, she decided to test herself first.

But what happens if it fails? Will she be like those infected patients who will eventually turn into a wisp of white bones?

She suddenly remembered Feng Chengcheng, I wonder what happened to them over there? There was no news from him, and that meant that he hadn't encountered the monster yet.

If she really died because of the infection, would he be sad for her, would he miss her?

Mingyue smiled bitterly, she didn't expect that she was facing the critical moment of life and death, and the first person she thought of was Feng Chengcheng?

Yes, why is he the first person I think of? Maybe I still secretly like him, right?

If he was really infected and delirious, he probably wouldn't have a chance to tell him what was in his heart, right?

After thinking about it, Mingyue picked up the pen and wrote a unique letter with trembling hands:

Elders,

Mingyue volunteered to try the method of restraining the plague with her own body, and in case of failure, do not blame others. I have been with you for a long time, I don't know what to do, and I go deeper. Thank you for teaching me a lot of skills, sorry to disappoint you this time.

The bright moon is the end of the day.

Mingyue folded the paper and sandwiched it in a medical book she had brought with her.

She thought that if she died, he would still miss herself, and he would look through the relics she had used to find her last words. If he didn't have her in his heart, then he wouldn't care about what he had used, and he wouldn't have found the letter.

Mingyue sat in a daze for a moment, thinking of her daily life with him, it turned out that she had already liked him in her heart, but she had always been stubborn and didn't want to admit it.

Mingyue looked at the sky, listening to the wailing of the patient in the distance outside, she trembled and used her fairy power to cut a small hole in her arm, and dipped some of the pus she had taken and put it on top of the wound. There was a hint of pain from the wound, and the blood glowed strangely, and after a while, the bleeding stopped and began to heal. Her wounds healed much faster than normal people since she was a child, and her blood had a strange fluorescence, and she didn't understand why.

"Bang bang bang" There was a knock on the door outside, Mingyue hurriedly hid the things, walked over and opened the door, Murong Yiwen stood at the door and looked at her with concern and asked, "Senior Sister Mingyue, are you okay?" ”

Mingyue shook her head with a smile and said, "Senior Brother Murong, I'm fine, I'm just a little tired. ”

Murong Yiwen said with a sad face: "A few more people were infected and sent in for isolation just now, if only there was a way to prevent ordinary people from being infected." ”

Mingyue said firmly: "There will definitely be a way, but it will take a little time." ”

She said in her heart, maybe tomorrow I will know the result, if the result is bad, then I ......

Murong Yiwen saw that Mingyue was silent, and when she was worried, she comforted: "You don't have to worry, there will always be a way." ”

Mingyue sighed and asked, "How is Elder Feng's side?" Did they meet that monster last night? ”

Murong Yiwen shook his head: "Another Shushan disciple is missing, and they searched for that monster with all their might, but they never found it again. ”

Mingyue was anxious, raised her head and said to Murong Yiwen: "Senior Brother Murong, if we can control the infected people, will we be half of the success?" ”

Murong Yiwen nodded and sighed, "That's for sure." As long as the source is controlled, it is definitely half the success. The number of infected patients is increasing day by day, but how can we find a way to restrain them? ”

Mingyue didn't answer, she was more anxious than others, and she was more determined to test herself.

Mingyue and Murong Yiwen devoted themselves to the work of preparing and boiling medicinal materials together, and after careful discussion between the two of them today, they reduced a few flavors of medicinal materials in the medicinal materials, and added a few flavors of medicinal materials such as Coptis chinensis and dandelion to remove poison, and watched the efficacy of today's formula. After the prescription was ready, the medicinal soup was boiled, and the disciples of Shushan carried it over to feed the patient, Mingyue was able to stand up and rest for a while. She suddenly felt a little dizzy, her throat was very dry, and her vision was a little blurry, she touched her forehead, and she seemed to start to have a fever.

Mingyue's heart suddenly became nervous, she didn't know if she had been infected with the plague? Will her symptoms be contagious to others? Does she need to quarantine?

"What's wrong with you? Is there something uncomfortable? Murong Yiwen saw that Mingyue's face was red and her breathing was a little heavy, so he touched her forehead with concern.

"Don't touch me!" Mingyue dodged back and said loudly: "Senior Brother Murong, I may have also been infected with the plague, you must not come here." ”

Murong Yiwen stretched out his hand and looked at her in surprise, speechless in a daze. After a long time, he said, "Senior Sister Mingyue, don't scare me. ”

Mingyue shook her head and said, "Senior Brother Murong, I didn't scare you. Yesterday, after the little tree stump was scratched by his mother, I observed that although he had a low-grade fever, he was not infected. Then it occurred to me that the pus of a plague-infected person might give an ordinary person immunity to the wounds of ordinary people. So ......"

Murong Yiwen said with a frightened face: "So you just tested yourself?" You, how can you do that? ”

Mingyue nodded resolutely and said, "Senior Brother Murong...... I'm starting to have a fever now, and I don't know if I'm going to be infected with the plague, or if I'm going to be like a little tree stump, just a low-grade fever will return to normal in a few moments...... I'm sorry, it's all my fault. ”

Murong was so frightened that his face turned white, and he wanted to come over and hug her, but he retracted his hand and kept chanting: "Why are you so stupid, why are you so stupid?" ”

Mingyue smiled bitterly and said, "Don't tell Elder Feng yet, and don't lock me up with those patients...... I'll isolate myself in my room, and things outside will be hard for you. ”

Murong Yiwen looked at Mingyue slowly moving away in a daze, stretched out his hand, wanted to catch her but hesitated to stop, and finally, he finally sighed weakly, grabbed a Shushan disciple, and told him to find Feng Chengcheng as soon as possible.

Mingyue struggled back to her room, slammed the door shut, and for a while she felt that the world was spinning, her throat was sore and dry, and her dizziness was particularly uncomfortable.

She touched her hot forehead and struggled to crawl onto the bed and lay down, feeling exhausted for a moment.

She thought groggily: she has always been conceited, I wonder if she will wake up, will she eventually turn into a white bone?

Will anyone be sad for her after she dies?

Will Feng Chengcheng be sad for her?

Mingyue didn't know how long she had been asleep, and she could hear the commotion outside, as if someone was arguing. She wanted to understand, but she didn't really hear it, it seemed far away, and it seemed very close.

When Mingyue was asleep, Qiao Chuya and Feng Chengcheng quickly rushed over when they heard the news.

Qiao Chuya had never seen Feng Chengcheng so anxious, his face was gloomy, his expression was extremely solemn, and his eyes showed panic that could not be hidden.

When the two arrived at the door of Mingyue's room, Feng Qingcheng pushed the door open and was about to break inside.

Seeing this, Murong Yiwen hurriedly stopped the two and said, "Elder Feng, Mingyue may have been infected with the plague, and she was already fed medicine just now. Her fever has not subsided, and she is now in isolation, so please do not go in for the time being, so as not to be infected. ”

After speaking, he explained the causes and consequences of Mingyue's infection with the plague, with a sad expression on his face.

Feng Qingcheng frowned and listened to Murong Yiwen finish speaking, he didn't say anything, but pushed open the door and walked in.

"Hey, don't go in." Qiao Chuya and Murong Yiwen stretched out their hands at the same time to stop them.

Feng Qingcheng paused, turned to Qiao Chuya and said, "Chuya, leave the outside to you in advance, don't disturb me for the time being." With that, he slammed the door shut.

Qiao Chuya and Murong Yiwen glanced at each other, both of them showing worried expressions.

"It's all my fault, it's that I don't take a good look at Senior Sister Mingyue." Murong Yiwen said dejectedly, with a painful expression on his face. If she had three strengths and two weaknesses, he would not forgive herself.

Qiao Chuya just patted him on the shoulder, sighed and said, "Wait a little longer, I hope it's okay, remember to block the news of this matter first, don't let others know." ”

Qiao Chuya thought, in case the news of Mingyue being infected by the plague spreads, I am afraid that it will cause panic among the common people and the disciples of Shushan, which is not a good thing for the Shushan Immortal Sect and the major empires and families.

Feng Qingcheng walked quickly to the bed and carefully observed the sleeping girl. I saw that her little face was burned red, curled up with a thin body, and her lips were burned and cracked.

Feng Tingcheng felt a pain in his heart, reached out and touched her forehead, only to feel that the tentacles were hot, as if they were about to catch fire. However, her symptoms appeared to be fever only, and she did not have the symptoms of the rapid suppuration and madness of the wounds of those patients.

Feng Qingcheng's heart was a little relieved, and he couldn't help but scolded in a low voice: "Silly girl, why did you make yourself look like this......" his throat choked, but he couldn't say a word anymore.

Mingyue is now in the fever stage, he can't infuse immortal power to help her heal, let alone feed her any elixir, that would only be counterproductive.

The only thing he could do now was to help her remove the quilt and twist a warm towel over and over on his head to help her cool down as soon as possible.

He thought about it for a while, and then used his immortal power to condense the cold water into ice cubes, and stacked them in a row on the side of her bed, using the cold air to help her cool down.

Feng Chengcheng was busy for an unknown amount of time, and just as he lowered his head and twisted the towel, he seemed to hear a slight dream from the person on the bed: "Elder, don't go." ”

"Yue'er, Yue'er?" Feng Tingcheng threw down the towel and held her hand, feeling that her breathing seemed to be much calmer, and her face was not as flushed as just now, and she suddenly calmed down a little.

He whispered softly in her ear: "Yue'er, I'm not leaving, I'm here to accompany you." ”

The sleeping girl seemed to smile, as bright as a flower, showing an unparalleled grace.

In the dream, she stretched out her arms, changed her sleeping position, and muttered, "It's so cold, is it snowing?" ”

Feng Tingcheng hurriedly touched her forehead, feeling that the temperature was no longer hot, so he calmed down, he helped her take the quilt to cover her chest and waist, and continued to twist the towel on her forehead to help her cool down.

Feng Tingcheng tossed all night, the sky outside gradually brightened, the girl's face finally stopped flushing, her breathing gradually stabilized, and Feng Tingcheng's tense heart finally fell.

Mingyue tried the plague restraint method in person, but the result was not infected, proving that her plague restraint method was also effective, and the residents of the town were finally saved!