After that, they passed two more cities in the wind and sand. It's just that it's all like Wuchang City, and the gate is closed. They had little food left, and four of the five wagons for them were empty.

To add insult to injury, except for her and Steward Gu, everyone in the convoy had a cough and fever to a greater or lesser extent, and it became more and more serious.

Watching Yuan Bao and Ah Xian snort uncomfortably on her every day, gentle tears fell down. She tried the soil method to cool and disinfect them, but it didn't work, but it got worse day by day, and now she can't even speak.

Lin Yuan, who was driving outside the carriage, suppressed his cough and asked her, "How is it?" ”

Wen Wan shook her head anxiously, "It's not good, my forehead is frighteningly hot, I can't open my eyes, and I can't even feed water this morning." ”

Once again, the feeling of despair was like death clutching her neck, making her breath ache.

Lin Yuan's red eyes pursed his lips, and he quickened the speed of the horse, "Don't worry, you can reach Shuozhou City in a while." ”

After saying that, he couldn't bear it anymore, and a few light coughs overflowed from his lips, followed by unstoppable coughs.

Wen Wan choked back tears, and could only grit her teeth and urge him to hurry up, faster. At this time, she hated what accounting she was studying, and she knew how good it would be to study Chinese medicine one day.

One by one, the people in the convoy fell, and the convoy moved slower and slower. One day, they found a horse foaming at the mouth and lying on the ground and never got up, followed by a man.

Fortunately, in just three days, they arrived in Shuozhou City. And fortunately, Shuozhou City is not closed like other cities. With almost no delay, they gave the guide to the city without any delay, and all the people almost wept with joy.

But the magic of fate often lies in its unpredictability.

"Oh, you're a servitude, the old man can't do anything!"

"Get out, get out, you can't cure it! Go back and die! ”

"Let's go, don't waste money, buy two decent clothes for the child."

She and Lin Yuan ran all the hospitals in Shuozhou City with their children in their arms non-stop, and they were caught off guard by the "service disease" one after another. Even though Wen Wan and Lin Yuan were holding the child and "banging" their heads outside the various medical halls, bleeding profusely, they couldn't get a prescription.

Wen Wan's eyes were swollen like walnuts, and she looked at Lin Yuan's tower-like body staggering with ingots in her arms, and she was so anxious that tears rained down. Ah Xian on her back was already unconscious, and only held her lotus root-like tender hands tightly grasping the placket of her clothes.

"Ingot Treasure! Ingots! Son? At the bustling street, Lin Yuan stumbled and fell to the ground with the ingots on his back. He held his son and shook it gently, but the person in his arms did not react. The hot breath burned on his neck, I don't know if it was ingot's or his own.

"Let's go." He staggered to his feet, wiped his face with his sleeve, and carried his unconscious son on his back. Wen Wan gritted her teeth and endured the abdominal pain to keep up.

Child, don't blame your mother for being ruthless, your mother has to take care of your father and brother first.

Everyone covered their noses and drove them away like a plague god, and the inns in the city disliked them even more as short-lived ghosts, and none of them were willing to let them stay for fear that they would ruin their business.

In the end, it was Steward Gu who broke his leg and paid three times the price, so he and the tooth man rented a broken yard overgrown with weeds in the east of the city and barely landed on their feet.

Within a few days, Young Master Gu and his nephew were so sick that they couldn't get out of bed, and the servants were all crooked and only had one breath left. Steward Gu howled and wanted to jump into the dry well in the broken courtyard, but was stopped by Wen Wan reaching out.

"Mrs. Lin, the world is difficult, it's too difficult, why am I so bitter in my heart!" The old butler lay down at the well and wept dryly.

"Young Master Gu hasn't lost his breath yet, you are walking ahead, how can you explain to Master Gu? If you want to die, wait for this room full of people to die. Wen Wan was also bitter in her heart, Lin Yuan and her son both fell. The only ones who are not infected are Steward Gu and her, if they continue to seek death and life, there will be no way for anyone in this house to live.

"Lin Niangzi, I, I'm not as good as you!" Steward Gu was gently persuaded to stop thinking about seeking death, and after two days, the young master lost his breath, and it was the same for him, an old immortal, to serve again, thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel sad.

Wen Wan wiped her tears, relying on the meager memories of treating avian flu in her previous life, pounded ginger juice mixed with yellow sugar, mixed it well, and asked the housekeeper to serve it to everyone, and washed it with boiling water. The whole yard was sprinkled with wine and vinegar and disinfected. She doesn't untie her clothes and takes care of her man's son every step of the way.

This method was bird flu at the time, she memorized it from the Internet just in case, but she didn't expect it to be useless in her previous life, but in this life, she was used as a dead horse as a live horse doctor.

Fortunately, after drinking it every day, my son's symptoms did not worsen, although they did not reduce. She breathed a sigh of relief, and Steward Gu worshipped her like a god with red eyes. Without this woman, his young master didn't know how many lives he had lost, and now she had alleviated the young master's epidemic.

Let the old housekeeper stay in the broken courtyard to take care of it, Wen Wan beat her waist and exhaled turbidity, and went to the bookstore with silver and a hat. The shopkeeper of the bookstore was a little surprised to see a beautiful woman with a big belly.

"Shopkeeper, do you have a medical book here?" Wen Wan's mind couldn't be simpler, if the doctor can't cure it, she will treat it herself! If it can't be cured, they will die, and she will die too!

She knows that traditional Chinese medicine is broad and profound, and many treatment methods are still used by future generations, and books such as "Compendium of Materia Medica", "Medical Classics" and "Emperor's Internal Canon" are even more popular and used by future generations.

She didn't believe she couldn't find a cure for the plague, and even if there was only a glimmer of hope, she would try! It's never her style to sit still, all she can count on is herself! She doesn't believe in fate, she doesn't believe in heaven, she only believes in herself!

"Yes, yes, you wait, I'll find it for you." When the business came to the door, the shopkeeper was naturally overjoyed, and he couldn't take care of the big-bellied Wen Wan and hurriedly bent over the bookshelf to help her rummage through them one by one.

"As long as it's a medicine-related book, I want it." Wen Wan solemnly emphasized.

He had never heard of buying four books and five classics for learning, but he had never heard of buying medical books and going back to read them, so he called his buddies to flip through them for a long time, and it was only before he could turn out a copy of "Pulse Meridian" and a "Treatise on Typhoid Fever". There was a thick layer of ash on the blue-skinned yellow paper book, and when he took a breath and blew it, the shopkeeper was choked and coughed.

"It's all here, look," the shopkeeper wiped the sweat from his face with his sleeve with one hand, and politely handed her two thick books with the other.

"Thank you," Wen Wan took the two books and saluted deeply, hugging them tightly into her arms. After paying a tael of silver, he went to the market and bought a few bones and turnips for ten copper plates, and returned to the courtyard.

The housekeeper saw her coming back in a hurry, still carrying a few bones tied with straw in her hand, and couldn't help crying and laughing.

This room of patients can afford to eat her!

"I've found a way to cure the disease, this bone stewed at night and drunk, we can't collapse first." She explained lightly.

Steward Gu was taken aback, and couldn't help but look at her with a little admiration. Fortunately, there is Lin Niangzi as the backbone! This courage is still beyond the reach of many men!

Wen Wan was too lazy to explain, gave the bones to the housekeeper to take to the kitchen, and went back to the house by herself.

Lin Yuan sat crookedly on the bed, coughing heartbreakingly, and didn't ask much when he saw her come back, only kept sucking his red nose and looking at her. Wen Wan walked to the table and poured him some pear juice for him, and kept stroking him behind his back to help him smooth his breath.

"I'm dragging you down." Lin Yuan opened his dry and molting lips, looking at his wife's busy figure and muttering.

"Don't say that, you're only worthy of me. Husband and wife, husband and wife are one, and they share blessings and misfortunes, right? Wen Wan pulled him and smiled.

Seeing that he calmed down a little, the two children were also lying quietly inside. She walked to the window and turned on the light, and took out the medical book she had carefully hidden in her clothes from her bosom and looked at it.

The more she looked, the more panicked she became, and she spent an afternoon flipping through most of the obscure clothing books, but she still didn't see a word about the disease. She clenched her fists, kept exhaling and inhaling, and only after calming down a little did she blush-eyed herself cheer herself up: Wen Wan, don't worry, you can do it! Don't give up! Come on! Hold on!

No one could see a trace of disorder and panic on her calm and indifferent face, even Steward Gu thought that she really had a way to cure her servitude disease, and buying a book was just to kill time. She carried Lin Yuan and rolled over the "Pulse Meridian" with red eyes, and finally suppressed the despair in her heart and went to the kitchen to boil radish bone broth.

After feeding the radish soup to the father and son one by one, Wen Wan ate a full meal, held the book and lit the candle to read it very seriously. The whole night was immovable, like a statue, and in the silence of the night, there was only the sound of shallow breathing and the "rustle" of paper turning from time to time.

"Pulse Meridian" is not, "Treatise on Typhoid Fever" is about to turn to the end, no, still no! She didn't know how she had survived two days and one night. What if she wasn't in the book? She couldn't think of any other way! What else can I do?

She looked at the one who was lying quietly on the bed, breathing weakly, covering her face with her hands, and weeping sadly.

But after a while, she rudely wiped her face with her sleeve, she couldn't cry, but the tears were wiped more and more, and more and more.

Almost just when her tears kept smashing on the book, and her heart was about to be crushed by sadness, she saw a few lines of obscure words in her hazy vision: the sun has a stroke, the pulse is tight, the fever is cold, the body is aching, and the person who is irritable without sweating is the heat epidemic, the master of the Great Green Dragon Soup.