The moon was clear, and the palace was very quiet in the middle of the night.

Long Yang came out of his dormitory and came directly to the outside of the Tai Hospital in the south.

The medicinal materials required for Qing Yuan Dan are easy to see, and there is no requirement for the year, so it is perfect to come here to find medicinal materials.

"It's so late, and there are still people in the hospital?"

Long Yang saw that inside the house, a figure was shaking in the slightly dim candlelight.

It was already the middle of the night, and it stands to reason that the imperial physician on duty would rest in the attic next to him.

Long Yang's footsteps approached, and through the crack in the door, he saw a young man in Tsing Yi flipping through medical books, immersed in his own world.

"Are young people like this now?" Long Yang sighed in his heart.

This young man is only thirteen or fourteen years old, and it stands to reason that he is not a Tai Doctor, but a disciple of a certain Tai Yi.

Creak...

The door of the hospital was pushed open, and the young man in Tsing Yi looked up at the comer, stunned for a moment.

"Too... His Royal Highness the Crown Prince? ”

The boy then got up and wanted to kneel and salute.

Seeing this, Long Yang stepped forward to support him.

Before the young man could wake up from his surprise, Long Yang glanced around the hospital and asked, "It's so late, why are you studying here alone?" ”

The young man sighed softly when he heard this: "The prince doesn't know, now the plague is raging in Shengjing City, but my students' medical skills are shallow, and I can't share the worries of the teacher..."

"So you want your medical skills to improve, don't you?"

After Long Yang learned the reason, he suddenly admired this young man a little.

Nowadays, the plague is rampant, everyone is in danger, and if they are not careful, they will be infected, and these teenage teenagers still have the courage to do so.

If everyone in Jiang Country can be like this, why worry about the hegemony?

"Yes." The teenager answered almost without any hesitation.

Long Yang didn't say a word, walked to the medical books and notes and flipped through them, and the records on them were all about the details of the epidemic.

"This disease is boiled, the infected person, the body skin is purple and black, the neck gall tumor, and he died in five days... Suspected of being artificial? ”

Looking at these words written on the papyrus, Long Yang's face suddenly sank.

Could it be that this plague is man-made, not a natural disaster?