At that time, Song Ling was lying on the bed a little uncomfortable, pouting, only to see that his face was getting more and more flushed, and he didn't rest well all night.

Song Ling immediately checked his pulse, and his face instantly turned ugly, and sure enough, he was suffering from the plague.

"I didn't expect that I was still careless, and I actually got into that kind of thing, judging from the pulse, I should have died soon. It's hateful, it's hateful!"

Song Ling slammed the bed hard, his eyes full of anger and unwillingness.

I haven't taken revenge yet, how can I die like this?

However, now that there is no medicine stone, Song Ling curled up in fear, and now he can only hide this matter!

The next day, Song Ling was busy boiling the soup for the people, and seeing that the people were full of vitality, her physical discomfort was also a little less.

"General Pingyuan, I didn't expect your decoction to be so effective this time, several of us are alive and well, thank you so much. ”

"General Pingyuan has done a great thing for the people of our temple city, not only saving us, but also saving the entire temple city. ”

"Yes, yes, General Pingyuan is our parents in Temple City, let us get better so quickly!"

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When those people saw Song Ling, they praised them one by one with smiles, as if they were not the ones who were angry some time ago.

"You're welcome, this is what General Ben should do, as long as you cooperate, General Ben will be able to treat you. Song Ling forcibly supported his body.

At this moment, Song Ling's throat seemed to be stuck there, and it was very uncomfortable, but he still couldn't go up or down.

In order to prevent these people from seeing anything unusual, Song Ling immediately put on a silk handkerchief, explained a few words and left.

Song Ling was very busy for a few days, and even Chu Linyuan sometimes couldn't find any trace of her.

But because this time was indeed relatively busy, Chu Linyuan didn't think much about it, after all, now is the time when there is a shortage of manpower.

Soon, more than half of the people in the city were better, and there were fewer and fewer people in isolation, but the decoction was difficult, and Song Ling personally boiled it.

After all, the preparation of this decoction also depends on the technique and technique, and only a well-prepared decoction can cure this disease, otherwise, it will be really difficult.

After the soup was boiled, the soldiers on the side immediately stepped forward to help, and Song Ling also brought the soup to the people.

Suddenly, Song Ling felt that the strength of his body was getting smaller and smaller, but he still gritted his teeth and stood firmly, and when the patients drank the decoction and went in, Song Ling's hand holding the pillar slipped suddenly!

"General Pingyuan, are you okay?" Seeing this situation, the soldiers on the side immediately supported Song Ling, and asked with worried eyes, their eyes full of fear.

"It's okay, General Ben will go and lie down for a while, if you have anything, go to General Ben. Song Ling rubbed his head and spoke.

It seems that his situation is really getting worse and worse, Song Ling thought to himself, but there has always been a voice in his heart telling Song Ling that he must leave here.

Once the news of his own infection with the plague is revealed, it is very likely to disturb the morale of the army.

After the soldier heard what Song Ling said, he immediately nodded.

After Song Ling returned to the military tent, he fell asleep directly.

Chu Linyuan came to the west entrance of the city but didn't see Song Ling's figure, and the strange feeling in his heart became bigger and bigger, why did this Song Ling disappear?

At this time, there was an old man leaning on the side, and Chu Linyuan immediately stepped forward and asked without saying a word: "Old man, have you seen General Pingyuan?"

The people on the side looked at Chu Linyuan, who had few expressions, and they couldn't help but have some doubts.

At this time, someone looked at Chu Linyuan and said respectfully: "Lord Night, after General Pingyuan sent us the decoction, we went back to the shed, and we haven't seen General Pingyuan since then." ”

"Yes, yes, maybe General Pingyuan is busy with other things. The aunt on the side also echoed, but in fact, she didn't know much in her heart.

"It's very likely that General Pingyuan went to see other patients, right? After all, General Pingyuan usually walks between us. Another man spoke.

Chu Linyuan watched the people around him talk so much, and instantly the worry in his heart not only did not decrease, but became more and more serious.

Now he is not as busy as before, but in this situation, he actually has less time to see Song Ling than a few days ago!

Damn, Chu Linyuan was a little annoyed why he only found out now, and directly told Chu Linyuan that something had definitely happened to Song Ling!

"Okay, the king went to look for it, thank you. Chu Linyuan thanked the people and turned around and left, already thinking in his heart, if he couldn't find Song Ling, he would go to Zhang Guanren.

Although Chu Linyuan didn't want to see Zhang Guanren, Zhang Guanren was Song Ling's personal guard after all, and Zhang Guanren must have been very clear about Song Ling's every move.

In the military tent, a faint smell of blood permeated every corner of the military tent, but it did not rush out.

At this time, Song Ling's hands were dripping with blood, originally she was holding on to the pillar to support her body, but she was unstable and carried it down directly, and Song Ling, who fell to the ground, bit her hand, and the pain in her fingers stimulated her consciousness.

The number of comas became more and more frequent, and she began to be a little afraid that others would see her like this, and besides, her pride did not allow her vulnerable side to be shown in front of others.

Song Ling's body was shaky, and he was out of breath after taking a few steps, fortunately, the west of the city was already close to this military tent, and no one would come here now that the plague was troubled.

"Damn, how did you shed so much blood. Song Ling took out a silk handkerchief and bandaged it weakly.

Song Ling hid his bleeding hand, staggered to a deserted hillside, and then fell heavily into the grassy slope.

Song Ling looked at the blue sky, couldn't help but feel a little sour in his heart, and looked around, fortunately, there was grass here. Song Ling thought that he was afraid that no one would know if he died in the wilderness!

When she was alone, she was particularly fragile and sensitive, and tears ran through the corners of her eyes.

Song Ling was a little self-deprecating, thinking about how he was going to die, but he was still so reluctant?

Obviously, I have been slowly alienating them these days, so that even if they find out that they are leaving, they will not be sad about it.

But whenever Song Ling thinks about it like this, his mood is extremely sour, just like eating the extremely sour persimmon, but he is still willing to eat.

Cheng.

"Master Zhang, how do you see what I'm doing, isn't it cute?"

"Mm-hmm, it's cute, your brother must like it. ”

"That's good, as long as he likes it. ”

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