Fenglin Tianxia – Queen with a Thousand Pets

Su Mu, Ling Qingyu turned around and shouted, but saw that Sum was shaking a little and his face was very pale. He took a few steps forward, helped him and said, What's wrong with you?

Nothing, just a little cold. Sum replied.

Ling Qingyu looked at the bright white sun in the sky and saw that Sum's teeth were chattering. He was shocked and dragged him into the tent. He put his hand on his forehead and asked, Do you feel cold?

Sum nodded and unconsciously hugged his shoulders with his hands, his body shivering from the cold.

Ling Qingyu pulled him to lie on the quilt, then took out a cloak and covered him, and said to Yan San: Yan San, there is something wrong with Sum, see if there is a doctor?

Yan San responded and quickly walked out of the turret. He found Cheng Jia who was still wandering on the city wall and said, Master Cheng, where is the doctor here?

Cheng Jia was startled and asked, What's wrong?

Something's wrong with Su Mu. Where is the doctor? Yan San looked a little anxious.

I'll take you.

They covered Sumu with all the things they could, but Sumu still seemed to be very cold and huddled up. Ling Qingyu asked anxiously: Sumu, how are you?

Master... I... I'm fine... I just... feel... cold... Sum's words were intermittent due to the cold war, which made Ling Qingyu even more panicked. Although the current weather is not 40 degrees, it is definitely over 30 degrees. It is so hot. The weather is so cold!

When Yan San Cheng Jia came back with the doctor, Sumu had already developed a high fever. After asking about the situation and taking a pulse, the doctor called Cheng Jia out of the tent.

Master Cheng, this is just a pretense! The doctor's voice trembled a little when he said it.

Cheng Jia shook his head slightly and said, Are you sure?

Yes, several people have already contracted this disease in the city. Do you want to tell Mr. Wang? the doctor said in a low voice.

Can't it be treated? Cheng Jia asked.

I can only prescribe some prescriptions, but this disease is really dangerous. The doctor whispered. He was able to diagnose it so quickly because it had been several days since the first person in the city had the disease. All the symptoms had manifested themselves and he was now in a dangerous situation. Once you get this disease, it depends on fate. Whether you can survive it or not It's all up to you whether you succeed or not.

Is it malaria? Ling Qingyu asked while standing at the door of the tent.

It's also called this disease. The doctor replied, and then said: I'll go see the prescription first.

Don't worry, there may be nothing wrong with this illness. Cheng Jia turned around and said. Although these people were said to be her guards, she treated them like family members.

This is something that cannot be cured by traditional Chinese medicine. Ling Qingyu looked back at Sum, who was starting to feel confused due to a high fever, and said, Besides, it's probably falciparum malaria.

Cheng Jia unconsciously asked: Traditional Chinese medicine?

Yan San Yan San.

Here. Yan San responded as he walked out of the tent.

Find a horse and go to Hangzhou immediately to bring over the bark and seeds of the cinchona tree we brought back from South America. Ling Qingyu said anxiously.

But. Yan San hesitated. If he left, Ling Qingyu and Sum would be the only patients here.

There's no need to be so anxious. Maybe the doctor can help? Cheng Jia interjected.

There's nothing we can do. We rely on the patient's own physical strength to resist. Sum is young and not from our Zhou Dynasty. He can't bear it. Ling Qingyu returned to Cheng Jia and turned to Yan San: That Cinchona It’s specially designed to treat this, and only that thing can cure Sumu’s disease, Yan San, go back quickly, I’ll wait for you here.”

Qingyu, Yan San took Ling Qingyu aside after glancing at Cheng Jia and said, July 14th is coming soon. If I can't make it back, what will you do?

Uh-oh! And that damn snake pill!

It's okay, don't we still have seven days? Just come back as soon as possible. If it doesn't work, there are so many men here, I can always catch one. Ling Qingyu's voice became softer and softer.

Knowing that she would never leave Su Mu alone, if something happened to Su Mu, she would feel guilty to death. Yan San sighed and whispered: I will do it as soon as possible, but if you can't catch up, you must find someone. Solve it, don’t carry it yourself.”

Ling Qingyu nodded, raised his head and pecked him on the lips, saying, You have to be careful.

Yan San lowered his head and hugged her waist, turning her light peck into a deep kiss. After letting go of her, he said, If you are well, I will be well.

Cheng Jia stood outside and looked at the sky, occasionally looking over to see if the two people were okay. Seeing that they finally let go, he asked, You said there is medicine that can treat this?

You'll know if it's effective if I give it to you when I bring it back, Yan San said.

The horse is down there, wait a minute, I will write you a pass document, otherwise, the checkpoint will not let you pass. Cheng Jia said as he went to get paper and pen.

Level? Ling Qingyu asked.

Yes, this kind of malaria has spread widely, and the imperial court has ordered that the affected areas be sealed off and all traffic is prohibited. Cheng Jia wrote the official document, stamped it with his own seal, and then gave one of his waist badges with the word Cheng to Yan San, saying : If the official document doesn't let you go, just take this out and say, Cheng Jia is about to die. If he doesn't let you save people, be careful with his head.

Okay. After glancing at Ling Qingyu, Yan San turned around and slid off the wall. He took the reins handed over by Cheng Jia and climbed onto his horse.

Road closure? Ling Qingyu asked coolly.

Ah...haha... Cheng Jia said haha.

This disease is caused by mosquitoes. What does it have to do with anyone? Ling Qingyu snorted.

There are also places where too many people and livestock have died, and plague has appeared. Cheng Jia said: There is no plague in Jiangling. I want to thank you very much.

A lot of people will die if you mess around. After Ling Qingyu finished speaking, he got into the tent and said to Cheng Jia: Find someone to help fetch water.

Sumu was so feverish that he started talking nonsense. Ling Qingyu took off his clothes, wiped his body with cold water to cool him down, and poured cold water on him. At the same time, he whispered: Sumu, it's okay, you must be okay. , Yan San has already gone to get the medicine, don’t worry, you have to hold on.

Master Cheng.

What's the matter? Cheng Jia turned around and saw a petty official coming with some officers and soldiers. His face turned slightly cold and he asked.

Master Zhou heard that there was a fight here, and asked Master Cheng to move to the county government office. The clerk saluted.

No need, I'm right here. Cheng Jia said calmly.

But Mr. Zhou said... The junior official was a little anxious. Although Cheng Jia was not an imperial envoy, Cheng Jia was the son of the prime minister. If something happened, all the officials in Jiangling would not be able to compensate.

It's easy to get into trouble when you go to your county government office. Can you tell Mr. Zhou to find out how many cases of pretense there are in the city? Cheng Jia's voice was not loud, but he brought official authority. The junior official sternly bowed and responded. Yes, take people away.

In the evening, Sum was sweating profusely and her temperature dropped.

I'm fine, Master. Looking at Ling Qingyu, Sum smiled slightly.

It's just that it's okay now. Don't move and have a good rest. I'm afraid it will happen again tomorrow. Ling Qingyu wiped off all the sweat for him with a handkerchief and put on clean clothes.

Cooking... Sum glanced at the sky and wanted to get up.

Don't move, I'll let you try my skills today. Ling Qingyu held him down.

Master, your cooking cannot be eaten. Sum said honestly.

You look down on me so much. Anyway, just lie down for me. Ling Qingyu glared.

Wang Xuanzhi, who was so exhausted that he rushed back to eat, looked at the extremely clear bowl of rice porridge on the table and said, Are you out of rice?

Su Mu is sick and can only eat porridge. If it's rice, it's available here. Ling Qingyu took out a pot of dark stuff from the side.

Wang Xuanzhi's eyes twitched, and he glanced at Cheng Jia, who was drinking the rice porridge as if it were a delicacy. He silently picked up the rice porridge and took a sip.

Seeing Ling Qingyu carrying a bowl of porridge and getting into the tent, Wang Xuanzhi said with some contempt: A servant can be so nervous.

She didn't think he was a servant. Cheng Jia said calmly: You'd better move away.

Wang Xuan paused, he really couldn't stand some of her behavior, and even the last cook here had fallen. But if he went to the county government office, the county magistrate Zhou Da was not a big official, but he gave birth to seven daughters. , now except for the youngest who is only five years old, the other daughters have innocently wandered into the wrong place. Compared with this porridge, that is what is more frightening.

On the third day, under Ling Qingyu's day and night care, Sum improved slightly, but a large-scale riot broke out in the city, and the first person who fell ill was already dead.

Moreover, when he came back that night, Cheng Jia collapsed.

Didn't I tell you to wear long clothes and long trousers to avoid being bitten by mosquitoes? Why are you so stupid? Ling Qingyu asked while covering him with a quilt: Where are your servants? Where did they die?

I asked... them... to deliver the letter... Cheng Jia said with a shudder. The situation here was getting more and more pessimistic. The court's help was delayed, and malaria broke out again. He had to ask his men to keep going to Bianjing. Delivering messages around, it just so happened that today even the last servant was ordered to leave.

Sum got up, fetched water, and cooked porridge.

My life is really miserable. Ling Qingyu sighed and said strangely: By the way, don't people come and ask you to change places every day? Why not today?

Don't... rush... me... go... Cheng Jia's teeth chattered, but he still smiled: I... don't... want to... take... a bunch of... aunts... back...

Isn't my reputation a reputation? Ling Qingyu glared at him, then handed him cold water to drink.

I'm...responsible... Cheng Jia took a sip of water and said.

Don't bother me! I'll thank God if you don't play with me anymore! Ling Qingyu said.