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Chapter 357 The weak and sickly young lady suffers & the gloomy and vicious prince attacks (40)

When many people heard this, hope appeared in their empty and helpless eyes, and they all knelt down and kowtowed excitedly: "Thank you, my lord, thank you, the imperial doctor!"

Lou Shulin said, "Get up, go back and rest well, and wait for the good news."

These words are just to appease the hearts of the people, and he is not completely sure that the imperial doctor and Mu Sheng can really cure the plague.

But now that they are here, he also hopes that they can really save the people of Yilin.

After the people dispersed, Lou Shulin turned his attention to Ye Musheng and the imperial doctor behind, and said solemnly: "Everyone depends on you. If you can solve this plague, you will be rewarded a lot. Thank you for your hard work."

"Your Majesty is serious. Doctors are benevolent. It is our duty to solve the plague." Doctor Zhang, the highest-ranking imperial doctor, said respectfully.

Lou Shulin nodded, frowned slightly at Ye Musheng's soft eyes, and said in a low voice, "Be careful, don't get too tired."

He was still afraid that this person would be infected with the plague. If the plague was not cured, he would put himself in it instead...

Ye Musheng smiled back and nodded lightly, her eyes were like peach blossoms, her pink lips were slightly raised, but there was a trace of worry in her eyes.

Gao Xiaoxian saw that it was almost done, so he said: "My lord, the room is ready for the servants, so I will take you to rest?"

"Let's go." Lou Shulin said.

Afterwards, Lou Shulin and others lived in Gao Xiaoxian's house, although Gao Xiaoxian arranged another house for Ye Musheng, but Lou Shulin directly dragged Ye Musheng to live with him.

Gao Xiaoxian also specially vacated a spacious room as a pharmacy for the imperial doctors to use.

After lunch and resting for a while, Gao Xiaoxian followed Ye Musheng's instructions and brought a villager suffering from the plague over to observe them.

The general symptoms of this plague were rashes all over the body, which gradually festered and could not survive within a few days.

The plague was raging, and people died one after another. Ye Musheng and several imperial doctors had to study the plague day and night, trying to refine a cure.

However, the medicines that have been developed several times have no effect, at most they can only alleviate the symptoms, and Ye Musheng's bones are too weak, and soon he contracted a cold.

If Lou Shulin hadn't ordered his sleeping point, I'm afraid Ye Musheng would have to stay up all night without rest all day long.

After learning a lesson, on the third night before Lou Shulin tapped his sleeping point, Ye Musheng secretly administered medicine to knock Lou Shulin unconscious.

Another day passed, and the number of people dying from the disease continued to increase, but there was still no progress in the antidote.

The night was getting darker and the weather was slightly cooler. Lou Shulin was wearing a white cloak on his arm and holding Chinese medicine in his right hand. The moment he stepped into the room, he was attracted by someone in a green shirt.

The candlelight was flickering, and Ye Musheng was standing in front of the table. The moonlight was like a beam of cool streamer, shining in through the paper window, combined with the orange candlelight, gently sprinkled on Ye Musheng's body.

Ye Musheng lowered his eyes, his hair was tied with a blue ribbon, his long eyelashes were like black butterflies, his skin was as creamy as white and flawless, and he was dressed in a light and elegant blue shirt, which made him look so clean.

It's just that the beauty's willow eyebrows are deeply locked at this time, and there seems to be an unresolved cloud of sorrow between her brows, which makes people feel pity involuntarily, and wants to embrace this seemingly fragile beauty in her arms, to share his worries and solve his problems.

Lou Shulin stared at Ye Musheng who was concentrating on manipulating medicinal materials, and thought of the common people who died of diseases in front of them during the day, sighed deeply, and walked towards Ye Musheng with brows furrowed.

It was raining when I was eating outside, and the clothes to hang were all wet and tired

(End of this chapter)