Hundreds of years ago, Shennong was worried about people's livelihood diseases but there was no medicine to cure, and he was determined to taste the medicinal properties of Baicao, during which he accidentally ate the broken intestine grass of Baicaowa and died of poisoning, and then turned into a god.

This barren grass is overgrown with grass depressions, the wild grass is dead, and the mud puddles are full of rare herbs.

The people of Baicaowa are grateful for Shennong's kindness, build the Yaowang Temple, worship incense, there are doctors from all over the country because of their reverence for Shennong, move to Baicaowa to study medicine, and the traders see the business opportunities, so far to purchase the elixir and sell it elsewhere to earn gold beads.

The reputation of Baicaowa is far and wide, a city has been built on the flat ground, hundreds of famous doctors, and countless rare herbs.

In the past, the small mud puddle has been transformed into a hundred grass city, also known as the medicine king city.

In the afterglow of the setting sun, Baicao City is unusually majestic, but compared with the past, there are many more soldiers guarding the city in front of the city gate today, and the notice in front of the city gate is surrounded by many people.

There is a sudden epidemic in Baicao City, and from now on, Baicao City is only allowed to enter and not to leave.

The people who were going to enter the city dispersed, but a woman in purple and her servants prepared to enter the city.

Hey, that's not the beautiful sister I met before.

Qin Yutian stepped forward to greet him: "Sister Beauty, we actually met again, what a coincidence." By the way, do you want to enter the city, I heard that the epidemic in Baicao City is very bad, and many people have died, if it's okay, it's better not to enter the city, Sister Beauty. ”

There is no woman who doesn't like others to praise her for her beauty, and Bian Ling is no exception, Bian Ling looked at Qin Yutian and smiled softly, and said: "My name is Bian Ling, you can call me Sister Ling, I have something very important to do and must enter the city." As for you, you know the danger and still enter the city. ”

"I heard that there is an epidemic here, and many people have died, so I have come to take a look, if no one has a way to heal, I will pass on a book to my senior brother, my senior brother is proficient in medical skills, and he will definitely be able to treat the people here, and my senior sister has suffered internal injuries and needs to be treated by a doctor."

Bian Ling bowed his head and said: "In this way, only the epidemic is raging in Baicao City, and the doctors in the city probably have no intention of curing your senior sister's illness." I'm not bad at medicine, if you don't give up, I can help her take a look. ”

"Sister Ling, thank you." Qin Yutian excitedly held Bian Ling's hand, his palm was smooth and delicate, but it was extremely cold.

Bian Ling didn't like the contact of others, withdrew his hand, and said with a smile: "Let's enter the city." ”

"Okay."

Several people entered Baicao City after being strictly checked by the soldiers guarding the city.

Every household in Baicao City has a white banner of memorial service, and there is a faint cry in the house, the cry of the loss of the main family, and the ashes of the paper money burned out, filling every corner of Baicao City, all of which are telling the misfortune of this city.

"Don't take my baby." A woman cried out and ran after the collector who had taken her dead son.

The woman's husband stopped her and said sadly, "Son, Yin'er is dead, let him go in peace." ”

"His father, why would God be so cruel and take away my Yin'er, he is so well-behaved and lovely." The woman began to weep as she spoke.

The corpse collector wearing a face towel kept walking, holding the child's corpse, and passed by Qin Yutian and a few people.

The quilt wrapped around the child suddenly slipped off, revealing a terrible little face, the immature face was covered with acne, bleeding dark blood, breathing and heartbeat had stopped, but I could still feel that the child's soul was still alive.

Qin Yutian twisted his eyebrows, weird, too weird.

"Sister Ling, my senior sister has entrusted it to you, I'll take a look." Qin Yutian said, chasing after the corpse collector.