Just after the clothes were distributed in the morning.
Soon, in the afternoon, Ye Qingli took the people, door to door, and continued to distribute these medicine soups.
She took hundreds of pharmacists.
Sleepless.
Divide the entire Hongye City into areas of different sizes.
Every family and every family do it themselves.
Seeing her with such a serious attitude.
Those who began to speak bad words.
I can't say half a word.
Obediently drank all those soup medicines.
Although, they don't think it can do anything ...
Soon, the next day arrived.
In accordance with established practice, Hongyecheng will pull out a large number of dead bodies every morning.
I do n’t know how many people infected with the plague will die because of it.
How many wives are scattered and their families are broken ...
But this time.
In Hongye City, everyone was pleasantly surprised.
Relatives by their side, those weak teenagers.
The dying old man.
All are alive!
They are still alive!
Did not leave yourself!
Many people jumped excitedly!
Quickly rushed out of the house.
Then I realized that what flashed on the faces of others was the same feeling of joy as myself.
After they looked at each other, they realized a little at the same time.
Ye Qingli's measures yesterday really paid off!
"Oh my god, it's a magic doctor!"
"A true magician!"
"With such a powerful plague, she actually used only two strokes to cure our plague?"
"It's incredible!"
"It is worthy of being an expert from the School of Theological Medicine!"
For a time, Ye Qingli's image in their hearts came with a 180 degree turn!
Instantly climbed to the top!
Even the people around Ye Qingli were dumbfounded.
They couldn't understand it.
Ye Qingli used only two strokes.
Heal everyone's plague!
Moreover, Ye Qingli's medicine soup is not a special medicine.
The people who followed her all felt that the most important thing was not the soup, but the clothes she sewed.
However, at this time, Ye Qingli's prestige has reached its zenith.
No matter what she said, no one would object.
"Now, what do we need to do?"
In Huangfu's heart, Ye Qingli has been worshipped as a god.
Ye Qingli wiped a sweat bead on her forehead.
"The source of the plague has not been resolved."
"According to the prescription I left behind, feed them a bucket of medicine soup every day and never stop."
"Also, the most important thing is those clothes, which must not be removed."
Huangfu heard the meaning of her words very keenly.
"Miss Ye means ..."
"I will leave for a while."
Ye Qingli narrowed her eyes.
"Relax, I am not leaving Hongye City. But ..."
"Go to the source of the plague."
"source?"
Huangfu asked with surprise.
"Yes."
"As long as the source is found, the plague can be completely eliminated, and then Hongye City can return to normal."
"Now, it's just a temporary maintenance."
Ye Qingli arched his hand.
"During this time, please ask the city master to be bothered."
"Where, Miss Ye must take care."
Huangfu said awe-inspiringly.
In his mind, at this time, Ye Qingli and Shen Nong who had tasted Baicao were automatically marked with an equal sign.
"Ms. Ye's kindness, I am not willing to repay Hongye City. In the future, no matter what you tell us, we will go all out and talk about it!"