It has been more than half a month since the last Heavenly Court trial of Hong Wei.

The situation in Dengzhou City is also much better than before, although it is still soup every day, but at least many people's homes have been cleaned up, and the city has some of the appearance of a state city.

After all, Dengzhou is the center of disaster relief, and Dengzhou City, which is not too damaged, is also the face of disaster relief, even if it is a capable minister like Li Qian, he also needs to be faced.

However, the work of Li Qian and the father and son of the Chu family is still very busy, and the flood on the surface has ended, but the water recedes does not mean that the disaster is over, in fact, the test is still very severe.

Moreover, the large-scale construction after the catastrophe also needs a plan, although this part cannot be completely undertaken by the imperial court, but at least some city planning needs to be established.

In a medical hall called Renjitang in Dengzhou City, Yi Shuyuan and an old doctor sat together to treat the people.

Under this kind of catastrophe, of course, there is no consultation fee, and as for the medicinal materials, sorry, they are too scarce, and they can only be given to the most urgent people.

At this moment, there are not many people in the medical hall, and most of the patients who came in the morning are the old doctor and Yi Shuyuan, who either apply needles or massage after diagnosing the pulse, there is really no medicine.

An old woman walked to the door of the infirmary and saw a fifteen or sixteen-year-old apprentice carefully cleaning the counter and medicine cabinet, and the drawers that had been soaked in water were being cleaned separately and dried at the door of Yan Chai Hall.

The apprentice's movements are very meticulous, although the surface of the counter has been cleaned up, but some corners still have residual silt, this is a medical hall, it is best not to have any dirt, and the burlap buckle wrapped in a bamboo skewer should be buckled and wiped clean a little bit.

Seeing this situation, the old woman was already mentally prepared, but she still opened her mouth and asked expectantly in the medical hall.

"Doctor, is there any medicine? My child's high fever doesn't go away from me, I have money! ”

The old woman took a silver hairpin out of her bosom and quickly stuffed it back into her bosom.

The apprentice stood up and looked behind him, where the old doctor was wiping his sweat with a cloth towel, and he shook his head helplessly.

Yi Shuyuan, who had just come over from the backyard with a bucket, also heard the woman's words, and he sighed.

"The new herbs haven't arrived yet, bring your child to the hospital, maybe it will help him with the pain and fever."

"He can't get out of bed."

The woman's expression was a little sad, Yi Shuyuan frowned slightly, looked at the old doctor, and then looked at the old woman and responded.

"Well, tell me where your family lives, and I'll go to your house in the afternoon."

"Hey, thank you, doctor, thank you!"

The old woman left her address and went away thankfully.

As soon as the old woman left, the apprentice couldn't help but complain helplessly.

"Medicine, medicine, medicine, all need medicine, but we don't have it, why don't the imperial court bring more medicinal materials over? Master, Mr. Yi, if this continues, how can our medical center survive? ”

"How long can it last!"

The old doctor began to wipe his sweat again as he spoke, Yi Shuyuan slipped out of his sleeve and slid out a folding fan, unfolded the fan and handed it to him, the latter fanned it a few times, not only did he feel a lot cooler, but there seemed to be a cool breeze in the medical hall.

At that moment, a voice came from the street outside the infirmary.

"It is not easy for the imperial court to ensure that the grain road is unblocked, medicinal materials are much more valuable than grain, and the people are much easier to operate, even if it is the imperial court, they can't always rip meat from merchants, a cart of grain is as heavy as silver, and a cart of medicinal materials is more expensive than gold."

The owner of the voice was Li Qian, who was sent to the disaster relief camp, but he was not wearing an official uniform, and there were only two people accompanying him, one was a casual clothes master with martial arts at first glance, and the other was Chu Hang.

"I've seen Master Li!"

Li Qian and the people around him also bowed back, and Chu Hang behind him was relieved to see that Yi Shuyuan was still here, as long as Mr. Yi was here, there should be no major problems with Lord Li's body.

"You don't have to be polite, Mr. Cheng, Mr. Yi, I made a special trip to see a doctor today, and my leg is a little weak, so I came to see you."

Although Li Qian's words just now are exaggerated, they also explain the current situation to a certain extent.

The food is okay, there is such a thing as medicinal materials, not to mention that it is difficult to raise itself, and the existing ones must be the areas that are given priority to supply the most patients, and Dengzhou City is not serious.

The old doctor smiled wryly.

"The old man is helpless, so he can only ask Mr. Yi to stretch the meridians for the adult."

"Your Excellency, please!"

Yi Shuyuan said, rolling up his sleeves as he walked to a bed in the medical hall.

As soon as Li Qian lay down, Yi Shuyuan diagnosed his pulse, judging from the pulse, Li Qian's body was weak, and eighty percent was overworked, he didn't talk nonsense, and directly rubbed the acupuncture points for Li Qian.

On the other side, the old doctor walked to the door and looked at the sky, the sun was shining, and the weather was unusually hot.

"After the catastrophe, the weather is abnormal, and it is about to be cold and dewy, but this day is even hotter than before, my lord, have the corpses everywhere been properly disposed of?"

Li Qian lay on the bed and frowned.

"In the past month, many people have claimed the corpses and buried them themselves, and the rest can be burned, and if they can be buried, they will be buried, hiss"

Feeling strained on his legs, Li Qian couldn't help but inhale, while Yi Shuyuan's hand kept moving, turning his head to look outside the medical hall, his expression was also slightly serious.

"The flood has just receded, it is wet and hot, and many corpses have not been disposed of in time, so I am afraid of epidemics! Dengju City is actually okay, and in some places the disaster victims are too concentrated."

Li Qian's heart jumped, since the disaster for more than a month, he has almost never had a good rest, every day there are busy things, the worry of the epidemic is not nothing, but compared with the previous things can only be backward, but now he has to pay more attention.

Chu Hang, as a front-line disaster-fighting craftsman, explained for Li Qian on the side.

"There is no way to do this, some places are completely flooded, now it is good to have a shelter from the wind and rain, recently many people have begun to return to their hometowns, it takes time to rebuild their homes, it is better to be hot than cold"

"yes!"

Li Qian sighed, to this day, the hesitation when he came was only endless exhaustion, and he often couldn't sleep all night long, so he could only try his best to find it difficult to be satisfied.

For the three-day letter requested by the Son of Heaven, Li Qian was also a little powerless many times, after all, there were really not so many things to write.

However, Li Qian still has to pretend to be full of confidence, after all, he is the backbone of the entire Lingdong disaster relief.

Yi Shuyuan condensed some true qi at his fingertips, and gently kneaded the meridians for Li Qian, the latter's expression gradually soothed, and he fell asleep on the bed unconsciously.

Yi Shuyuan stood up at this moment and looked at Chu Hang and the guard.

"Let's take a rest too, the adults should wake up in the afternoon, he's just too tired"

"Thank you, Mr. Yi!"

The guard and Chu Hang saluted Yi Shuyuan together, and the latter smiled.

"It's not easy for the two of you, you can take a nap."

In the lobby of the medical hall, in addition to the beds, there are also a few reclining chairs, which were prepared when there were many patients before, and they have not been removed now.

The guards naturally declined, and Chu Hang was not in the mood to rest.

"If you don't sleep, the old man will sleep for a while!"

The old doctor Cheng Luo lay down on the chaise longue on one side, fanned Yi Shuyuan's fan, and gradually closed his eyes.

"Knock knock knock."

A burst of drums came from the sky, Chu Hang was shocked, and hurriedly ran to the door of the medical hall to look at the sky, vaguely, as if he could see vague ripples in the sky, and if he looked closely, it was like an illusion, but the drum sound was still echoing in his ears.

"Young Master Chu, what's wrong?"

The guard also walked to Chu Hang's side, subconsciously looking at the sky, and there seemed to be nothing abnormal.

"Didn't you hear?"

"Hear what?"

"It's like a drum"

Chu Hang said this, suddenly realized something, and turned his head sideways to look at the inside of the medical hall.

"What a drum, no?"

The guard was talking on the side, and in Chu Hang's sight, Yi Shuyuan was slowly lowering his rolled sleeves and looking at him calmly.

"The people of Dengzhou and even people everywhere in Lingdong are spreading that this flood may be caused by a demon dragon, and a celestial god has captured the demon, and Yi is thinking about how to write this into the book related to the Lingdong flood."

Yi Shuyuan smiled as he spoke.

"What Gongzi Chu just said reminded Yi that if the Heavenly Realm wants to execute the demon dragon, it will definitely beat the drum and shake the sky, and it happens to be recorded in the book!"

Chu Hang's eyes widened slowly, did Mr. Yi's voice mean that the sky was about to execute the demon dragon?

Gray Mian's voice also came to Yi Shuyuan's ears at this moment.

"Why don't we go up and have a look, sir?"

"If I don't go, I naturally have a reason not to go."

Yi Shuyuan didn't need to open his mouth, he made a murmuring voice in response to the gray reluctance, and then walked to the door, and also looked up at the sky, and Chu Hang also looked at the sky again.

"If there really is a god who executes the demon dragon, it should be in that direction!"

Yi Shuyuan stretched out his hand and pointed to the southwest, Chu Hang and the guard also subconsciously looked over there, and even the apprentice from the medical hall ran out to look at the sky.

There are several folk versions of the story of the demon dragon in the big water, and the primary school apprentice also listens to Yi Shuyuan occasionally talking about some "ideas" on weekdays, and he is also very interested.

"Why that?"

The junior apprentice asked, and Yi Shuyuan glanced at him.

"The rest of the sky is unobstructed, and there are clouds, why do you say?"

The schoolboy scratched his head.

"That's right."

——

At this moment, the cloud platform on the periphery of the heavenly realm is extended, and there is a god holding a seemingly small and delicate platform in his palm, stepping on the clouds slowly.

As the god man stretched out his hand and threw it, the platform in his hand suddenly fell to the cloud with a brilliant light, turning into a huge high platform.

The high platform is shining, and there is a stone beam on the top of the two huge stone pillars carved in the shape of a dragon, and the words engraved on it are blooming.

"Knock Knock"

Several gods in the clouds will beat the drum together, and the sound of the drum will shake the sky and spread everywhere.

The pale-faced Hong Wei was escorted to the high platform by the gods, and when he saw the three big characters of "Cutting the Dragon Terrace", Hong Wei's whole person was paralyzed.

"No-no-don't kill me-don't kill me--the Emperor spares his life-the Emperor spares his life--Longjun-Longjun saves me-Dad-Grandpa-"

Hong Wei shouted bitterly, trying to awaken his mana, but no matter how he struggled, he was carried to the dragon platform quickly.

The two gods stood at the head of the cloud, just pushed Hong Wei forward, he fell from the head of the cloud, and before he could fall to the ground, chains suddenly shot out from the dragon platform.

In an instant, Hong Wei was entangled in chains, and he felt a tearing pain all over his body.

"Ahh Moo, moo."

Hong Wei in the chain involuntarily appeared with the dragon's body, and a dragon with scales struggled in pain in the chain entanglement.

"Moo, moo."

Suddenly, there was the sound of a dragon groaning.

"Aang—"

The surrounding gods all looked into the distance, only to see a few dragons coming into the air, and soon arrived at the periphery of the cloud platform, led by an old Jiao, and a female dragon had already let out a terrible shout before it approached.

"Wei'er—Wei'er—"

(End of chapter)