Mortals are simple and naïve, not like monks fighting openly and secretly, snatching opportunities. The mortal world is often a little more virtuous than the immortal cultivation realm.

With the protection of the master and brother, those shameless people could not find an opportunity to take advantage of, and over time, their minds also rested temporarily. For a time, Wang Zhao's life was also stable and safe.

Wang Zhao often thought of the monks he had read about in his books, and he always felt that he longed for them.

It is very good to study medicine, you can travel thousands of miles to see the world, and you can also save the people around you. It's just that, relatively speaking, she wants to be a monk with a sword. She longs for immortality, but also longs to become stronger, and envies the exciting life of cultivating the immortal world.

The tide rises and falls, the flowers bloom and fall, and life often cannot be calm forever. Suddenly there is a plague outbreak in the town.

Many people suddenly began to vomit and have diarrhea, and in severe cases, they were already sick on the bed. Thankfully, no one has died yet, but who knows what will happen in the future?

Wang Zhao became dangerous again, and some people began to talk, "Since Wang Zhao's blood can cure diseases, maybe the plague can also be cured?"

There are people in the town who are already ready to move, and they can't hold back. But because this plague all depended on Wang Zhao's master and brother, they had to hold back for the first time.

On this day, Xiangzi came, dragging Wang Zhao with his hand and about to leave. Xiangzi said: "Xiao Zhao, today the old man Yuan on the other side of my house died because of the plague, and there are people in the town who can't hold it back, they will definitely take your blood, so many people, if you let the blood, you will definitely not live." Come run with me!"

Before Wang Zhao could say anything, a group of people hurriedly came outside the pharmacy, shouting for Wang Zhao to donate blood. Human nature is afraid of death, and it shouts passionately for a while.

But Wang Zhao has saved countless people in the past few years, without asking for compensation, but he still can't get a little kindness.

Wang Zhao pushed the door open, looked at the faces in front of the door, and said: "Today, I am standing here, none of you want to forcibly take my blood, once I have any problems, my blood is useless, you don't expect the master and brother who grew up with me to treat you regardless of previous suspicions." ”

"Do you know that my blood can cure the pestilence? Will you take my life for the sake of a vain speculation?"

Wang Zhao's thoughts were troubled, she thanked Xiangzi, closed the door, and stayed alone.

Indeed, her blood can save the plague, and even bring new life to broken bones.

Wang Zhao frightened them for a while, but it was only for a while, and the plague seemed to be getting worse and worse. More than a dozen people died in the town one after another, and some people were even more thirsty for Wang Zhao's blood.

Wang Zhao and his senior brother stayed in the pharmacy, and suddenly a group of people came.

When Wang Zhao saw that there were acquaintances, he greeted a few people.

Aunt Li, who sold tofu, said urgently: "Xiao Zhao, run quickly, someone wants to forcibly take your blood, and it will be too late if you don't run." ”

Everyone urged in unison.

Wang Zhao asked the group, "My blood may have saved your life, why do you want me to run?"

Aunt Li said: "A group of us have to rely on you to save a little girl from dying, and we will be shameless?"

Wang Zhao looked at these neighbors who grew up with her, and a warm current surged through her heart. The thought that more than half of the people in the town had contracted the plague made her feel a heaviness.

When Wang Zhao heard them, he first hid in the dark room of the pharmacy, waiting for the master and them to come back at night.

She couldn't do anything anymore, and her mind flashed back to the sound of saving her, Aunt Li who persuaded her to leave, and the people who protected her in front of the pharmacy in the past.

She seems to have made a terrific decision. With his life, he changed the town for peace.

The master and the second senior brother came back in the evening, and Wang Zhao carefully went out of the darkroom.

At night, several people were eating.

Wang Zhao took a big bite on a piece of steamed bun and said, "Master has rheumatism, pay attention to it in the future." The second senior brother was out of tune all day, and the senior brother had to take care of him. ”

The second senior brother knocked on Wang Zhao's head and said, "Who doesn't care." ”

Wang Zhao ignored him, and said hesitantly: "And senior brother, don't always be like a stuffy gourd, be careful that you can't get your daughter-in-law." ”

Master Chunzhi cleared his throat and asked, "Xiao Zhao, do you have anything to say?"

Wang Zhao said: "This plague is extremely ferocious, I am afraid that nine out of ten infected people will die, and most of the people in the town have been infected, I am afraid that all the people in the town will die, and there will be no medicine and stone!"

"Bah, we'll be cured. The second senior brother said.

"Senior brother, don't be naïve, this is a plague, there is no cure, except for my blood. Wang Zhao said.

Wang Zhao then said, "Master, save them with my blood!"

The senior brother and the second senior brother said in unison: "No!"

Master Chunzhi was there, but the old god was there, a fugue look, Master Chunzhi said: "If you decide, it is useless for us to stop it." I'll give you another night to think, and if you've decided, give me an answer tomorrow morning. ”

Wang Zhao nodded and left.