Heavenly Divine Doctor: Abandoned Concubine

Ye Zheng left the cabin of Lu Tin. As she passed through the main hall, she heard someone crying. She stopped. In the corner of the hall, a child who looked seven or eight years old was shrinking and crying. The people next to him seemed to have become accustomed to it and did not go to persuade him.

“What's the matter?” Ye Qiao walked away and asked in a low voice.

“Woo...” The little boy cried sobbing, pointing at the woman lying next to him, "My mother... my mother never woke up, did she die? ”

Ye Zheng's side eyes looked at the woman and looked gray, limbs stiff, like dead people.

“Let me see.” Ye Zheng's heart was full of fear that the woman was dead. She looked at the woman's pulse and frowned. "Is your mother ill? ”

Dead? And dead for at least a few hours, nobody even noticed.

The boy cried and said, "Yesterday my mother kept throwing up, her whole body was burning, the doctor prescribed medicine, I thought it would be fine today, but I called her no good today. ”

Ye Zheng measured the boy's face. Her dark face was unusually red and faint. She reached for the boy's forehead and it was hot!

“You're sick.” Ye Zheng looked seriously at the boy. She stood up and looked around. She saw only the wounded people lying there, but did not see anyone else. She walked out of the hall and finally saw a monk, "Master Xiao, is there a doctor here? There was a woman in there who died, and her son was burning, so why didn't anyone care? ”

The monk's face scorched, “Master, I don't know what happened this morning. There are many more people with fever and vomiting. Except for the woman inside, I have just found a few dead. My doctor is cooking medicine, but it doesn't work at all. ”

Ye Zheng's face changed, “How many are dead? How many of them are hot and vomiting? ”

“Today, roughly counted, there are about fifteen people, the boy the owner just said didn't count, there are sixteen people.” The monk said.

Shit! Ye Xiao's eyes were thick, “Ask someone to find Fang Shaoming quickly, I'll go find the other doctors. ”

“Lord Fang seems busy...” The monk was surprised.

“Nothing is more important than this!” Ye Xiaoming said loudly, "Go find Fang Shaoming at speed. ”

Ye Zheng walked to the partial hall next to the main hall. She remembered many injured people there, where the doctors healed the cooking medicine.

Two doctors are in the palace, and two medicinal children are cooking medicine.

“Dr. Wu. Ye Zheng recognized one of the doctors and walked over and said," Patients with hot vomiting are afraid of contagion, we need to isolate those who are sick, otherwise they will continue to contagion, only because the consequences are unimaginable. ”

Then Dr. Wu slowly put down the pen in his hand and looked up at Ye Xiao. He did not know who Ye Xiaoming was. He only knew that Fang Shaoming seemed particularly polite to this woman. He frowned and said, “Madam, we are healing these patients, don't worry. ”

“If it were so easy to cure, there wouldn't be so many deaths!” Today, more patients and more dead people can only be prevented by isolating them first, "Ye said in a loud voice. ”

“Sounds like you're the doctor, or these patients will let you heal.” Another doctor said with a grin.

Ye Zheng took a deep breath and turned to look at the patient lying on the ground. He turned to the monk behind him and said, “Let someone find Fang Shao Ming? ”

“Someone has already invited Lord Fang, but he seems to have gone to the riverside. Will he be back so soon for a while?” The monks say it artificially.

“Where's your abbot?” Ye Zheng asked coldly, since Fang Shaoming had no time to come back, she had to make her own decision.

Dr. Wu still wanted to find Abbot to take charge. He couldn't help but smile. "Madam, the old man is not talented, but he has been practicing medicine for decades. What do you have to teach him? Can you cure these patients? They have typhoid fever. It rains like this in the winter. It takes so long to soak in the water to get healed. The medicine is already scarce. It's good enough to last a few days. What else do you want? ”

“They're not typhoid.” Ye Xiao bluntly said, "You are ill healed and blamed for the lack of medicines. ”

“Master...” The monk is a little anxious, there are not many doctors here. If Dr. Wu is also angry, then no one can really heal the patient.

Dr. Wu blushed with anger, "Well, I'll leave it here for your shrink to heal. ”

“Princess, I hear you have something for your lord?” At this time, an officer and soldier who had been left here by Shao Ming rushed in and gave a gift to Ye Zheng.

“How many government people has Lord Fang left here?” Ye Zheng did not pay attention to that Dr. Wu anymore, but turned back and asked for her officers and soldiers.

The officers and soldiers replied, "Princess, we have a total of eight people here, the others have been taken down the mountain by Lord Fang. ”

It is not known whether there are any injured people down the hill, and the city needs to be dehydrated, so Ming Ming took away most of the troops and Zhuangding, who is not ill.

Ye Sin nodded, “You asked someone to go to the riverside with a token to find Minister Qin Chao, let him send doctors and women, and the rest of the troops came to listen to me. ”

“Yes, Princess.” The officer and the soldier dared not ask any other questions, and took Ye Qiang's token and left.

So Dr. Wu is already a vegetarian, Princess? This woman is a princess?

Ye Zheng did not pay attention to Dr. Wu, but stepped out of the temple and allowed the rest of the soldiers and monks to follow her orders, cremating all those who had died, while the others who were ill were isolated to the temple.

Looking for strong wine and vinegar to cook the chopsticks, she found herbs in the space, made a large pot, and made people boil the previously used bowls of chopsticks with boiling water again.

The drug boy Ye Yip, who was going to leave with Dr. Wu, ordered that everything be ordered in order, so he stayed and waited for the assignment.

Families of the deceased did not consent to the cremation of their loved ones and did not let go of their bodies in tears and arms.

When the monk heard back and forth, Ye Zheng put down the silver needle in his hand and walked out of the temple before pulling down the cover and coming to the place behind the mountain to prepare for cremation.

“That's her, that's the woman who's going to burn my son, you evil woman...” An old man saw Ye Jiao and burst into tears.

“You don't want to be cremated, you can take your loved ones' bodies with you, but if you don't want to go into town, you can find somewhere to hide. However, their disease is contagious. Even if they die, I advise you not to get too close. Otherwise, we won't have that many pills to save you.” Ye Xiao glanced at the old man and said coldly.

“would... infect?” After listening, the faces changed dramatically, and even the monks who moved the bodies took a few steps back.