The palace maid's braiding technique in red clothes is very skillful, with her, Mo Qing no longer has to worry about the waist-length waterfall with long hair, but no matter how good the skills of the red clothes are, she can no longer take a wet black hair.

Small droplets of water accumulate at the tips of the hair into a fine stream of water, seeping from the back of the neck into the lining of the back, with a hint of coolness.

The clean and spacious palace is lit with good-smelling sandalwood, which makes people feel refreshed. This is the reception hall of the eunuchs' lower rooms, and now it is empty, only Mo Qing is sitting in it obediently, and there is only one reason for Mo Qing to be so restrained.

The big leader wants to see her!!

Time goes back an hour ago......

Mo Qing wandered around the wards in the medium-risk area, taking a few imperial doctors for routine examinations, inquiring and recording the patient's condition.

The five-day new closed epidemic management has been implemented, and the results have been quite significant.

First of all, the case fatality rate has been effectively reduced, from more than half a hundred cremated corpses carried out in a day to now basically controlled within single digits, and there were no cases of death yesterday.

The second is that the incidence of infection is extremely low, except for individual people who have irregular behaviors, who are infected in the process of caring for patients, and who are "invited" to be isolated and given priority treatment if they have a slight fever, the number of people who spread the plague will no longer spread and increase.

Taiyi began to study the combination of drugs that could effectively control the disease, and most patients began to reduce their fever, and the treatment was effective.

"How's it going today? Is it still burning? Mo Qing leaned over and asked the patient in one of the wards, this little eunuch who had a high fever for several days in a row, was a member of the group whose fever had only subsided yesterday, and he belonged to a seriously ill patient who had just been transferred out of the ICU, and he still needed to pay attention to it.

The little eunuch saw Mo Qing's envoy's cordial questioning, and was about to tear off his mask to reply.

"Don't don't, don't move, you can't take the mask off." Mo Qing stopped him.

The little eunuch nodded, obediently let go and replied, "The slave is much better, don't burn it." ”

Mo Qing observed carefully, listened to the voice was a little hoarse, touched his forehead, and nodded secretly, it was indeed not burning.

"Drink more water, don't be afraid to go to the toilet, find someone to accompany you if you need to." Mo Qing told the little eunuch, and then turned back to the imperial doctor in this ward and said: "Xu Shimu is taking good care of him, everyone is recovering, by the way, let the people from the imperial pharmacy feed him some warm salt water in a while, there is still some discomfort in his throat." ”

Xu Shimu followed behind, also holding the medical record book to register, this is called ward rounds, Mo Qing's envoy instructed the doctors in charge of each ward to set up a medical record book for routine ward rounds, recording each patient's symptoms, medication, recovery, etc., which is slightly similar to the case book they use on weekdays, but the medical record book is more detailed, and they have to observe and record it again every other hour.

"During the recovery period, my appetite may be relatively poor, so I will ask the imperial dining room to make more soup and noodle porridge, so that I can have the energy to fight the disease......"

Just as he was about to take someone to the next ward after inspecting a ward, Xiao Xiazi, who went to the front hall to collect a new batch of masks, ran back frantically and shouted all the way.

"Ink ...... Mo Qing ...... Special Envoy of Moqing—Special Envoy—"

The sudden brake stopped in front of Mo Qing, who stepped out of the door to find out, Xiao Xiazi panted and breathed heavily to adjust his breath.

"What's the matter? Could it be that there are acute patients in other wards again? Mo Qing said and hurriedly pulled Xiao Xiazi to take a look, "Which room?" Is it low-risk? No, isn't that stable? Who doesn't ......"

"No...... No, it's ...... It's the emperor...... Huang ...... "Xiao Xiazi intermittently didn't finish a sentence in dozens of petals, and he was really anxious to die."

"What is Huang? Who? Mo Qing patted him on the back and urged.

"It's the emperor!" Xiao Natsuko finally spoke up.

"What?" Mo Qing was shocked, his eyes were about to pop out, and he grabbed Xiao Xiazi's collar and asked, "Who?" Who are you talking about? Something happened to the emperor! ”

"No, no, it's the emperor who sent someone to see you! Prepare you to prepare for the face of the saint. Xiao Xiazi smoothed the breath in his chest, and he couldn't speak much, but this sentence made Mo Qing fall into a mess.

"Me?" Mo Qing pointed to his nose and asked incredulously.

"Uh-huh." Xiao Natsuko nodded vigorously, "I'll be here in half an hour." ”

Mo Qing relieved himself, slapped his head, and said solemnly: "It's broken!" I didn't wash my hair! ”

……

Mo Qing rested in the dormitory.

"Hurry up, red clothes, pour water and pour water, I haven't taken a bath for three days, I haven't washed my hair for five days, my whole body stinks, help me get my clothes, the palace maid's suit."

Relying on the life and death of the past few days, Mo Qing called a few palace maids to help bring hot water and pour it into the bath barrel in the dormitory, ready to wash himself.

Oh my God, the big leader inspects the work, how can he see people in this body.

His hand scratched at the loose hair, greasy and sticky.

"Is there a soaphorn or a pig ling?" Cuizhuyuan is there, but there is no here, these days are too busy, she always wipes with a clean cotton cloth and wipes it, thinking that she will clean it well when she is not busy, this is not over yet, who knows that the dog is ...... Why did the emperor suddenly come over?

"There is one in the slave's room, and the slave will go and get it for you." A sensible little palace maid responded positively.

"Okay, thank you." Mo Qing habitually touched his head to kill.

"No...... You're welcome. The little palace maid ran out with a red face.

After two quarters of an hour passed, Mo Qing, who had been washed clean by several palace maids, was all red.

People in the palace don't often wash their hair, and they use a grate dipped in hair oil to comb their hair on weekdays, but Mo Qing is not used to it, so he still bathes and washes his hair according to his previous habits, which is not a violation of the palace rules.

Mo Qing's hair is very dark and thick, this is Mo Qing's favorite place, she really loves this hair that has no hair loss crisis at all, and the healthy work and rest of the ancient people make people happy.

But at the moment, this hair is not a big trouble.

The palace stipulates that you can't be groomed and indecent when you see the emperor, and you are not allowed to wear a shawl, but in the era when there is no hair dryer, if you want to spend a quarter of an hour, no, not enough time, you have to leave time to groom, and you have to dry out a hair that is impermeable and grows longer than your thighs within a quarter of an hour, and you have to let God have a sixth-level strong wind.

"Take a dry towel and wipe it first, take two more and wipe it faster." Mo Qing commanded.

Unscrewing out a lot of moisture in her hair, holding a large bundle of long hair, Mo Qing sat in front of the newly purchased simple dresser, the two willow eyebrows were almost frowning together, she didn't bring makeup tools, she was directly wearing a mask these days, but no one knew that she was Mo Promise and not Mint, everyone Mo Qing made Mo Qing envoy Mo Qing shout, and no one went to check who she was.

Mo Qing lowered his eyes and thought for a moment, maybe it wasn't that no one knew.

Qingju who ran from her to Concubine Qi to beg for a living, she was infected with the epidemic, and I heard that she was forced by Concubine Qi to take care of the third elder brother who was infected with the epidemic, and after being infected with the epidemic, she was thrown back to the palace maid by Concubine Qi, and she was taken here for treatment in the past two days.

Mo Qing was seen, she recognized the old master, Mo Qing hadn't remembered who she was, if she wasn't still so unforgiving and said why mint didn't come to this dangerous place with her, if she was also afraid of death and ran away, she would have forgotten that this person was Qingju.

It's not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years! She can't do anything else, but it's okay to add more coptis to her medicine.

I've asked the doctor, and there is no harm, just be bitter, 100 million points.

Looking at her hideous expression when she finished drinking the medicine, Mo Qing said that she was very comfortable.

Hmph, let you bully my little mint.