Female student: I'm sorry, the prince is mine.

While drinking water, the old man watched Nanshan neatly check people's pulses and prescribe prescriptions, and from time to time he smiled and comforted the victims, and the appreciation in his eyes became even greater.

He is old, and most old men have returned to their hometown to take care of themselves at this age. However, he has no children or a wife. Fortunately, he was introduced by Old Man Yang of Xuanji Pavilion and settled down in Shili Creek. The villagers here are simple and simple. They all respect him very much.

He is willing to use what he has learned throughout his life in Shili Creek.

"Thank you, young master." Hearing the villagers' praise of the young man, the tense string in his heart relaxed.

As soon as he relaxed, he felt sleepy. He hadn't closed his eyes all day and night, and he really couldn't hold on anymore.

Nanshan saw the old man dozing off little by little with his chin on his hand, so he took out a cloak from the tent next to him and put it on him.

The doctors who occasionally came into the tent to write prescriptions or discuss things were now familiar with Nanshan. When they saw her taking away the cloak on the shelf, they didn't say anything, but smiled in a friendly way.

Although this is a new face, when the disaster first occurred, Xuanji Pavilion and nearby doctors came over immediately. This little brother arrived today, either passing by here and staying temporarily, or he was near Shengxian County The righteous soldiers who came after hearing the news.

Either way, they are grateful.

Seeing Nanshan get the cloak and covering it with the old man outside, everyone began to appreciate this young man even more, who was as delicate as a girl.

After Nanshan covered the old man, he took out a small medicine bag from the bag, sprinkled the powder in the medicine bag into the teapot, shook the teapot, and poured himself a cup.

This is a medicinal material that is used to warm up the body. For fear of arousing suspicion, Nanshan has prepared many small medicine bags early for use by a small group of people in case of emergency.

Nanshan picked up the teapot and poured some tea for all the busy doctors: "Brother, have a drink to warm yourself up."

The doctors all thanked Nanshan and drank the tea. Some of them smelled the tea before drinking, nodded appreciatively, and drank it all.

They had been busy with disaster relief for the past two days, but they never thought that the cool breeze on this rainy day could easily cause people to get cold.

It wasn't until the sun was about to set that Nanshan and the doctors had almost finished their diagnosis. The white-haired old man only took a nap for a quarter of an hour before he started busy with everyone again.

Now he sat down, panting slightly, feeling deeply that he was old and useless.

"Old man, the most difficult time is over. Go and have a rest." Nanshan said as he checked his pulse. "This is a pill I developed myself. Take one."

"This...is different from the one just now." The old man looked at the round pill in his hand and looked at the young doctor in disbelief.

Nanshan smiled: "It's different." She quietly injected some spiritual power into this one to strengthen the body and delay the aging of the heart.

This old man is still on the front line of disaster relief at such a young age. He can afford her gift. He can live longer and do more things he wants to do.

"Okay, you baby is a good seedling." The white-haired old man nodded and took out a book from his arms, "This book was written by the old man himself. It is all about the prevention and treatment of epidemics. If you and I are destined, I will write it." It’s given to you.”

After saying that, he put the book into Nanshan's hand and pinched her fingers, as if he wanted to hold the book on her fingertips.

"Okay, I will ask people to make many copies and find a way to send them to medical clinics in various places." Nanshan accepted it.

The old man opened his eyes wide. This baby was so unwilling to hide his secrets. Very good, very good!

"It's up to you." The old man stroked his gray beard, his face was not obvious, but he was in a happy mood. He knew that his time was short, could this child be his lucky star? Do you know that he wants to spread this anti-epidemic method?

The pills he took just now were really magical.

This doll was sent by God to help him fulfill his wish before he ascended to heaven, right?

"The old man is going back." The old man put his hands behind his back and walked briskly towards a house in the village.

Nanshan stretched and yawned. Unexpectedly, he had such a heavy workload on the first day, and his stomach was empty. It was time to replenish.

"Young Master, come with us to have dinner." Other doctors also packed their things. They are all from Shengxian County or Shilixi. They have been resting in the temporary residence set up by the city defense camp for the past two days, and eating at the city defense camp. Produced by the camp.

"Okay." Nanshan patted her clothes and shook the small package on her back. She had very little medicine left, but Shengxian County would continue to ship supplies, so she didn't have to worry about not having enough herbs. .

"Brother, do the soldiers eat alone?" Nanshan took a sip of the mutton soup and put down the multi-grain steamed bun in his mouth, and his whole body felt warm immediately.

"Yes, it is said that they are stationed in a nearby military camp. They have the army's own supplies. They don't get any of the disaster relief materials."

A doctor said, his eyes were red and he could tell he was very moved.

Yesterday he went to see a doctor at the camp where the soldiers were stationed and saw their cracked hands and tired faces.

Among those people, there were many teenagers.

They were eating uniformly distributed military rations, but they were obviously inferior to the supplies sent to the victims by the city defense camp. He lamented with a soldier, but the man said: "The victims deserve to eat better."

Although the military rations were not bad, he could not forget those eyes full of kindness and empathy.

Nanshan nodded, stuffed the last bit of steamed bun into his mouth, and stood up: "Brother, eat slowly. My entourage went to the garrison to help. I'll go take a look."

"Okay, go ahead, little brother, come back early and sleep with us at night. It's warm here." It's also cold at night on a rainy day.

Nanshan waved his hand: "Don't worry. When today comes, my entourage has already reported to the city defense camp. We live near the garrison. See you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow."

-

"Does this little brother have some background?" As soon as Nanshan left, the gossiping doctor brought up the subject.

"I just arrived today. Do you have brothers at home who are serving as soldiers in the city defense camp or garrison, and they came here after hearing that there was a disaster here?" someone asked.

"It's also for good deeds. Yesterday I saw the tents where the soldiers slept. Several of them were crowded together. It was not easy."

"Ah? Yesterday during the day, I saw them using tent materials to help old man Zhu in the west of the village repair the roof. It seems that they were all saving tent materials together?"

"Hey, then, little brother, you might as well squeeze in with the rest of us. At least ours is still a wooden house."

"Hey, maybe I just want to see my brother, who is serving as a soldier in this station, and I'm afraid I won't be able to see him more than a few times throughout the year."

"Too."

"Go to sleep, go to bed, and ask him tomorrow. If you really can't get used to it, my brother has also met. You can still squeeze in this wooden house with us tomorrow night."

"That's right. We won't disturb their brother's reminiscence today."

After saying that, the room became quiet, and soon there was the sound of snoring.