Song Ling looked at the sky and was a little stunned, then came back to his senses and continued to help check the pulse of the people.

When the people saw the scene just now, they all hoped that they were the next person to be cured, and they lined up for the doctor and Song Ling to take the pulse.

However, only a few people were cured, and those who were cured were very happy, and hurriedly thanked the doctor and Song Ling.

Seeing this, the people are also full of hope in their hearts, hoping that they will be able to recover as soon as possible and return home to reunite with their relatives.

Because of the expectations brought to everyone by someone who has recovered, Song Ling has become more and more busy, often so busy that his feet do not touch the ground, and sometimes he often forgets to eat.

Yueru and Yueling both saw it in their eyes and felt pain in their hearts, sometimes Yueling was smart and brought some pastries, and when she saw that Song Ling was free, she handed them to Song Ling, but often before Song Ling's mouth was finished, someone called her for help!

This Sun Yueling watched Song Ling lose more and more weight day by day, and handed Song Ling the fruit cake distressedly, and as soon as Song Ling held it in his hand, someone shouted: "Miss Song! My husband has a fever, come and help take a look!"

When Yue Ling heard this, she immediately felt a little distressed for Song Ling, and then her tone towards that person became a little bad:

"This lady, didn't you see that Miss Song was busy from sunrise to sunset before she had time to eat? Can't you wait for Miss Song to finish eating before shouting? Besides, if you help, you can't say a word?"

Yue Ling asked a few questions in a row, with a hint of displeasure in her tone, but more just because she felt unfair to Song Ling.

The lady was struck by Yue Ling's words and said, "I don't know, and my name is Miss Song, not you, what does it have to do with you?"

The lady was also anxious, and when the lady finished speaking, she felt a little remorseful in her heart.

Yue Lingqi cried directly, why didn't Yueru let Yue Ling come out because she couldn't stand it, but it was so annoying.

However, Song Ling understood that Yue Ling was just worried about herself, and the lady was just worried because her husband had not yet recovered.

Immediately, Song Ling touched Yue Ling's head, comforted and said, "It's okay, that lady is also anxious." ”

After speaking, Song Ling put down the dishes and chopsticks and immediately walked over to the lady.

The rest of the people also looked at all this, and felt more and more that what they had done was wrong, and for a few days everyone was immersed in the joy of healing, and they shouted at Miss Song whenever there was a situation, and Miss Song was also very busy because of this, and they really didn't watch Miss Song eat anything.

In the next few days, the people waited for Song Ling to finish their meal before asking Song Ling to help.

But Song Ling's efforts were not without results, and in a few days in a row, more and more people in the city recovered, and everyone surrounded Song Ling.

"Miss Song, if it weren't for you, my old man wouldn't know what would happen, this is the eggs laid by my old hen, the nutrition is good! Miss Song, you have been so tired lately, you need to make up for it!"

A hunched old lady spoke, her eyes filled with gratitude.

The old lady said as she handed a basket of eggs to Song Ling's place.

Immediately afterwards, a man with five big and three thick also took out a can of chicken soup and said, "Miss Song! Miss Song, this is my daughter-in-law's stewed chicken soup, you can drink it quickly in this food box!"

The people were chattering noisily, and they took out their own things and gave them to Song Ling.

At this moment, Ning Zeheng on the side was a little jealous, and he couldn't listen to it anymore, so he immediately said, "Why didn't anyone give a gift to this son?"

As soon as the people heard it, they all stopped talking, they just thought about where Miss Song still remembered Ning Shizi, and it was bad to offend the nobles.

The faces of the people were as ugly as dog shit.

"That's right, that's right! Seeing that it's about to rain, I'm going back to collect my clothes!" After saying that, the man with five big and three thick clothes ran away with the food box.

Everyone looked at the cloudless sky, and some of them were dazzled by the sun.

It was clear in an instant.

"By the way, my lady told me to go back to lunch. After saying that, a man hurriedly left.

Seeing this, everyone hurriedly looked for a lame reason to leave.

Suddenly, only Song Ling and his party were left on the street, Song Ling looked at Ning Zeheng with a stinky face and said with a smile: "Thanks to the prince, I don't have to say anything I refuse!"

Yueru and Yueling next to them also held back a smile when they heard this.

Ning Zeheng snorted coldly when he saw this, and was brushing his sleeves away, but he was dizzy for a while, and then he fell, Ning Zeheng suddenly stabilized his body and held his head.

Seeing that this was wrong, Song Ling hurriedly stepped forward and took Ning Zeheng's hand and checked his pulse.

Seeing this, Ning Zeheng smiled and said: "This son is in good health, but this day is too ruthless, so I am a little fainted!"

Song Ling looked at Ning Zeheng's stubborn expression, and just wanted to roll his eyes at this.

I've seen a good face, but I've never seen such a good face, hehe.

Song Ling took the pulse and said jokingly: "Ning Shizi, you are in such good health, you don't even know that you are infected with the plague!"

Ning Zeheng's face was a little ugly for a moment, but he immediately said with a smile: "Song Ling, you are the best, the life of this son of the world will be entrusted to you." ”

Ning Zeyuan's sudden change in attitude instantly stunned Yue Ling and Yue Ru on the side, this is still the decisive Ning Zeyuan?

However, what worried Yue Ling and Yue Ru even more was that Ning Zeyuan actually suffered from the plague, which was surprising.

However, although these two people were worried, because Song Ling was there, Song Ling and the others did not worry too much, after all, Song Ling could be cured.

Song Ling glanced at Ning Zeheng with disgust, even if he didn't say so, she wouldn't ignore it.

It's just that Ning Zeyuan's face change speed is indeed quite fast.

Ning Zeheng immediately said with a serious face: "Since I am also infected, the people in the army have recently helped the people to deal with the aftermath, I am afraid that it will be bad if they are sick and not found out!"

Song Ling thought about it and it was not unreasonable, the soldiers liked to resist some small injuries, and they would not say anything if there was a slight mistake in their body, and then said to Ning Zeheng: "Let's go! Now the doctors of the medicine shops for the people in the city are enough, and your soldiers don't have to be busy!"

Ning Zeheng said with a smile: "Let's go." "

There was a hint of cunning in his eyes.

When the group came to the army, Song Ling checked the pulse of the soldiers next to each other, and at first the soldiers were unimpressed, but as a result, several people in a row were infected with the plague, which made everyone's faces more and more difficult to see.

In the middle of the ring, Song Ling finally finished taking his pulse, and Yue Ling looked at the fine beads of sweat on Song Ling's head and immediately handed over a handkerchief.

Song Ling slowly wiped the beads of sweat on his forehead, and now the situation was clear.

Immediately, Song Ling said to Ning Zeheng: "There are 100 soldiers suffering from the plague, and your generals are all suffering from the plague, if you don't believe it, the 100 people and generals I just separated can go to the military doctor to check the pulse." ”