As soon as her legs tightened, Jiang Zhimiao lowered her head, and saw the three little ones tugging at the corners of her clothes tightly, their mouths pursed together uneasily, and their big eyes were full of worry and horror.

The ground was stained with blood everywhere, and they watched uneasily at the scene of the crime, and their ruddy complexion disappeared on their faces like a tide, replaced by a bloodless paleness.

She leaned over and held the villain's face, looked at their eyes seriously and said, "Sister will come back in a while, don't run around here, listen to the adults obediently." ”

The three little ones shook their heads slowly, raised their necks and said in unison, "Sister, we don't want you to go." As the words fell, tears rolled down the grape's big eyes.

Jiang Zhimiao sighed and whispered: "It's okay, now that everyone is gone, Sister Ah will not be in danger, you also know that I have never broken my promise, since you are not at ease, let's pull the hook." ”

After the words fell, she hooked her little finger and continued: "Come and pull the hook, don't worry, I will definitely come back safely." ”

The three little ones also stretched out their little fingers and put them on, and the four of them shook their fingers and said in their mouths: "Hang yourself on the hook, you can't change for a hundred years, whoever becomes a puppy." ”

Seeing that their expressions were loose, Jiang Zhimiao got up and raised his voice to the restless people behind him: "At the moment, I don't know how the plague spreads, but everyone still covers their mouths and noses with strips of cloth like me, so that they can also defend against one or two." ”

Everyone hurriedly pulled the clothes on their bodies, and hurriedly tore off a strip of cloth and covered their mouths and noses.

As they moved, Jiang Zhimiao also walked towards the man, Wen Zhuqing saw the girl leaving, and hurriedly ran to Wang Wu to resign: "My lord, Miss Jiang is just a woman, and she is alone, it is inevitably inconvenient, so let me also help." ”

Wang Wu knew that the strength of one person was indeed a little reluctant, and when he saw the young man's eyes were cold and his face was serious, he agreed to his resignation.

After untying the shackles, Wen Zhuqing ran quickly in the direction of the girl, pitying the hearts of the parents all over the world, Wen's father and Wen's mother looked at the direction of their son's departure with a pale face and stopped talking.

The children are old and have their own opinions, even if they persuade them, there will be no result, so let it go, and the responsibility of saving the people in Shaoxian City will be placed on them.

The three little ones still have to take care of them, so they can only pray silently in their hearts, God bless, and they must let the two children return safely.

Jiang Zhimiao was slightly surprised to see Wen Zhuqing coming over, she stared at his silent face, and then the two walked towards the man side by side.

The man was lying on his back on the ground with his eyes turned outward, his hands and feet trembled slightly, and now he was already out of breath and less in breath, judging from the degree of purple lips, it was already the end of the strong crossbow, and this disease should not be a matter of a day or two, seeing him react so violently, it must have been some time.

Staring at his trembling body, Jiang Zhimiao frowned and squatted down to take the pulse, considering that it was not clear what the source of infection of the plague was, she wrapped a strip of cloth around her hand in advance before taking the pulse to avoid direct contact with the patient.

At the same time, she also reminded Wen Zhuqing to wrap the exposed parts of her body to avoid contact with men.

As she expected, this man has been sick for eight or nine days, and the evil qi has penetrated from the surface to the inside of the body, and the pulse is slippery, which is the result of the evil qi entering the body.

The plague is yang, and the number of Hong Da slip is the yang vein, from the pulse image, the man's stomach qi is stagnant in the stomach, the whole body is hot, the pulse is heavy and astringent, and he is extremely afraid of cold, which is a tricky plague.

But it is not an unsolvable problem, Jiang Zhimiao let go of his hand and looked at the young man on the side and ordered: "You look at him first, I'll go find a piece of bamboo pipe and a feather, and borrow another pot by the way." ”

When the words fell, Jiang Zhimiao's eyes wandered on the street, due to the panic of Fang Cai, the stalls of the vendors had already been scattered by the impact of the crowd, and the pots were easy to find, everywhere.

Is this a bamboo pipe? Looking at the wonton stall with bamboo branches on the street, she suddenly had an idea in her heart, and stepped forward to tear off a bamboo in a few steps, and then picked up the knife left by the fruit vendor from the ground and slashed, and the bamboo pipe appeared in her hand.

As for this feather? There is a feather duster behind this wonton stall, and you can have it with a casual pull of feathers, bamboo pipes, feathers, pots, and the most crucial thing left - wine.

Fortunately, there is a wine shop on this street, not far away, after placing these three things first, Jiang Zhimiao rushed towards the wine shop, the shopkeeper in the store is also a lover, gave her a jar of spirits for free, she thanked her, and then came to the man with it.

When Wen Zhuqing saw her coming back, she immediately stepped forward and said, "Miss Jiang, this man just vomited a mouthful of blood, and he is already unconscious at this moment. ”

Jiang Zhimiao was stunned, frowned and ordered: "You help him up first, and I will treat him." ”

Wen Zhuqing heard this, half-squatted up and helped the man up, Jiang Zhimiao saw this, first put the basin in front of the man, and then broke his mouth, and used the hair pulled from the feather duster to reach into the man's mouth, moving his wrist up and down to stimulate his throat.

Feeling the stimulation of the external force, the man's stomach churned incessantly, and the sour water gushed until he could no longer wrap the filth in his mouth, and he twisted his head and vomited it all into the basin.

Wen Zhuqing originally wondered why he had to go to great lengths to find these few items that had nothing to do with medicinal materials to cure the plague, but now that he finally understood, it turned out to be to remove the filth from the man's abdomen, which was a novel method.

As the man's vomiting gradually stopped, a sour smell rushed into the nostrils of the two, this smell almost smoked Jiang Zhimiao, she moved her fingers slightly, and immediately used an enchantment charm.

As soon as the enchantment charm was used, the smell disappeared, and she could finally breathe heavily, looking at the few filth at the bottom of the basin, she didn't know enough, so she immediately picked up the wine at hand, uncorked the bottle, and poured a large sip of wine into the man's mouth.

The wine was hard to eat, and the man only felt a fire in his abdomen, and the vomiting that had just stopped continued again, and the vomiting sound gradually rose, and after a quarter of an hour, the flag died down.

Seeing that the bottom of the basin was covered with a layer of green and yellow filth, Jiang Zhimiao frowned and stretched out her foot to kick the basin to the side, out of sight was clean, she really couldn't accept this filth.

As the filth was removed, the man's complexion gradually became ruddy, not as pale as before, and the purple of his lips faded.

Seeing that the toxins in the man's body had been discharged, Jiang Zhimiao breathed a sigh of relief silently, as long as he cooperated with the pill for another period of treatment, it should be fine.