"If I don't go to the epidemic area, how can I know what kind of plague it is?" Ma Xiaohua stood tall, flashing a pair of big eyes, and said: "Grandpa has taught me since I was a child, 'medicine is benevolence, there is no virtue and no medicine' Now millions of people are deeply ill, and this medical immortal cannot be greedy for life and afraid of death" Ma Xiaohua said righteously, secretly proud in her heart, "This medical immortal has the qi of a medical immortal to protect the body, how can it be infected with the plague, a group of stupid hats." Secretly in his heart, a smug look appeared on Ma Yixian's face.

"Sister Xiaohua, what you said is reasonable, but" Qin was still not very relieved, and said worriedly.

"Don't be, with me, Mo Cong will be fine, you can rest assured. Secretly glancing at Qin's face, Ma Xiaohua secretly sneered, "Don't think I can't see it, where are you worried about me, it's nothing more than worrying about your child's father, hum!"

"Don't fight, now the time is urgent, I have already decided, I must go with Sister Xiaohua!Sister Xiaohua, let's go!" Mo Cong said, without looking at everyone's faces, took Ma Xiaohua's hand and snatched the door.

"Hey!" Jean knew that he couldn't stop it, and his raised hand slowly fell, and he sighed softly.

The three plague-stricken cities were heavily guarded on the periphery, and the people inside could not get out, and the people outside did not want to enter, and the sergeants took the spaceship every day to deliver food to the city to ensure that the victims would not starve to death.

Mo Cong and Ma Xiaohua entered the barracks with the pass token in hand, and when they heard that Mo Cong and Ma Xiaohua were going to enter the city, the generals defending the city were shocked, but some hard persuasion was ineffective, so they had to switch and let them go. Seeing Mo Cong and Ma Xiaohua pacing into the city gate, the soldiers besieging the city all admired and saluted the backs of the two of them sincerely.

The city is lifeless, the streets and alleys are sparsely populated, occasionally you can meet an elf who is about to die due to the plague sitting at the door of his house, basking in the sun, silently waiting for the death to come, the corpses of the dead elves are spontaneously transported by the people of the city to a corner of the city, or buried or burned, and the city is filled with strange smells. The miserable scene in his eyes made Mo Cong and Ma Xiaohua feel a burst of sadness.

"Mo Cong," Ma Xiaohua suddenly stopped her steps, looked flustered, and said tremblingly: "I forgot to add body protection qi to us."

"Uh" Mo Congzheng was sad in his heart, hearing the words, grinning, and looking at Ma Xiaohua with wide eyes, he was reluctant to accept this negligence. After thinking about it, the matter has come to this point, and there is nothing to be afraid of, holding Ma Xiaohua's shoulder with one hand and saying: "Sister Xiaohua, since we are here, we must cure the plague, you and I were able to escape from the dragon's mouth back then, are we still afraid of the little plague today?"

"Well, that's right!" Ma Xiaohua was very moved, waved her hand and said, "Let's go, where there are many people, we can go!" However, he still made up a medical immortal qi for himself and Mo Cong

"Mo Cong, look! There's a group of people over there. ”

Looking in the direction that Ma Xiaohua pointed, not far away, more than a dozen elves were slowly walking towards them, four strong elves were holding a stretcher, on which was a dead body, and the first old man was holding a thick book of poems, reciting a poem to mourn the dead:

The sunshine, the brilliant sunshine is the source of our life, the queen has ruthlessly abandoned us, soul!

Follow the warm sunshine and you'll reach heaven

The old man's tone was deep and emotional, and the elves who followed him and took turns carrying the corpse listened silently, their faces sad. The group passed by Mo Cong and Ma Xiaohua quietly, they didn't seem to see Mo Cong and Ma Xiaohua, and walked in the direction they were going.

Mo Cong was also infected by the old man's poetry, he was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly shouted: "Please wait, the queen has not abandoned you." ”

A group of elves stopped, and the old man looked back, their eyes flashing with a hint of confusion.

"Young man, the queen is not the sun," the old man said in a deep voice.

"The Queen is not the sun, but the Queen has not abandoned you," Mo Cong took two steps forward and looked at the men excitedly, "The Queen sent us to save you. ”

The group was silent, and their eyes became more and more confused.

"I'm a doctor, can I see him?" Ma Xiaohua then rushed over, holding a silver needle in her hand, looking at the elf on the stretcher, and pleading softly.

A group of elves carrying the stretcher turned their gaze to the old man, who nodded silently. Putting down the stretcher, a group of people flashed to the side and watched numbly, without a trace of expectation in their eyes. It seemed that he was just waiting for Ma Xiaohua to finish fiddling, and then carry the deceased and continue to hurry.

Mo Cong helped Ma Xiaohua untie the man's shirt, the man's face was sallow, his eyes were slightly open, and it was obvious that he was not completely dead. The man's stomach was swollen like a pregnant woman, and yellow fluid was coming out of his navel. It emits a rancid and unpleasant smell.

Ma Xiaohua dipped some yellow liquid with a silver needle, sniffed it with her nose, and for professional reasons, she didn't feel disgusting at all at this time, but Mo Cong on the side, with a bitter face, almost vomited.

Ma Xiaohua raised the silver needle to the sun, observed it carefully, nodded slightly, and said, "He is not dead yet, where are you going to send him?"

"The queen is not the sun, she can't give us life," the old man repeated the poem, and asked coldly, "Can you save him?"

"His inner mansion is already very badly rotten" Ma Xiaohua was not too sure, because she had not yet checked out what kind of plague it was, judging from the person's appearance alone, his internal organs had rotted quite badly, and she didn't dare to say so sure at this time.

The group was expressionless, neither disappointed nor angry, sleepwalking on the stretcher on the ground and lifting it above their heads, and the old man still recited a poem that made Mo Cong feel sad - it was clearly scolding his daughter-in-law tactfully.

"The queen is not the sun, she can't give us life"

Seeing the group slowly leaving, Ma Xiaohua hurriedly chased after her, blocked the way and said, "Please wait a minute, let me try, okay?"

The old man finally showed a look of annoyance on his face, and the eyes of several people behind him showed a fierce light.

Ma Xiaohua didn't want to give up, looked at them earnestly, and pleaded softly: "Please believe me, let me give it a try!"

Perhaps it was Ma Xiaohua's sincerity that moved them, and put the dying elf on the ground, and it seemed that they didn't have much hope.

"Sister Xiaohua, you can definitely do it!" Mo Cong nodded at those people again and again, and explained with a smile: "She is a medical fairy, and you will be saved if she was invited by the queen from other places." ”

"Don't nag here, I don't like to listen!" Ma Xiaohua turned around and scolded Mo Cong.

"Hehe!" Mo Cong grinned: "She is still in adolescence and her temperament is not very stable. ”

Hearing this, the people were silent. But right away they saw an amazing scene.

Ma Xiaohua held the silver needle in his hand in front of him, with a serious expression, stretched out a jade finger, pointing at the silver needle, a white gas came out from the finger end, the breath instantly turned into water droplets, slowly expanding in the air, and the yellow liquid wrapped in the center of the water droplets also expanded, Ma Xiaohua put away the silver needle, raised his hands gently, held the water into the air, and raised it above his head to face the sun's yellow liquid kept changing, Ma Xiaohua looked up carefully for a long time, and suddenly showed a smile on his face, and gradually converged, frowned, and said to himself: "This is what it is"

"What is Sister Xiaohua?" Mo Cong didn't know anything about the way of medical immortals, and stared at Ma Xiaohua for a long time, and asked busily.

"Heh!" Ma Xiaohua smiled coldly, took a deep breath, lowered her head at the patient, and said, "It's not a plague, it's the poison of the ant beast," after thinking about it, he said: "But it's also a plague, because it has changed into a virus that can spread in the air, and the air in the city is now full of this poison, but it doesn't matter, I dare to guarantee that within half a month, this plague will disappear." ”

"The poison of the ant beast?" I said" Smelling the poison of the alien beast, Mo Cong sneered, and the doubts held in his heart also dispersed, frowned and thought for a moment, then raised his eyes to look at the faces of the elves, and asked Ma Xiaohua: "Sister Xiaohua, can they still be saved?"

"Oh! I just said it all again, you always listen to it like this," glared at Mo Cong fiercely, Ma Xiaohua smiled disdainfully, took out a pen and paper, and didn't know what to write, looked at the elves and said: "Now you are saved, oh, write a prescription for you, you deal with it in the city first, we will immediately inform your queen to mobilize a large number of medicinal materials, now don't be stunned, go and boil the medicine! I promise that within half a month, this plague will completely disappear." ”

took the prescription in Ma Xiaohua's hand, and no one in the group moved, looking at the person on the ground.

The old man had already seen that the girl in front of him who looked like she was not simple, and said with a smile: "Lord Yixian, please trouble you"

"Uh" Ma Xiaohua's heart shrank slightly, subconsciously glanced at the dying patient on the ground, and grinned: "He's not very easy to treat, I'll try my best!"

After a few circles around the patient, Ma Xiaohua's big eyes suddenly lit up, and her fingers twisted, "There is!" As he spoke, he took out a pill from the small medicine box he carried and stuffed it into the patient's mouth, and then, stretched out his palm, aimed at the patient's chest, and a white breath flowed out of the palm and slowly entered the patient's body.

The pill in the patient's mouth melted in the mouth, it was the topmost healing elixir carefully refined by Ma Xiaohua, although it could not inhibit the virus, but it was enough to cure the patient's rotten inner mansion, coupled with her medical immortal qi, after a while, the patient's stomach gurgled, and then vomited up and down, and there was obvious brilliance in his eyes.

"Sister Xiaohua, you are so amazing!" Seeing that the patient stood up again, although he was not very energetic, but he had no worries about his life, Mo Cong was excited, squatted down and hugged Ma Xiaohua's legs, stood up and strode away against her shoulder.

"The Queen is not the sun, she can't give us life, however, the Queen will always be our greatest, most beautiful, and kindest master, in the darkness she is our lamp, guiding us to the light She saves our livesLong live the Queen" The old man's passionate and trembling voice echoed over the empty city.