Dressed as the protagonist Shou's brother who died young

"laugh."

Wen Song looked at Wen Fu with a sneer on his lips. The afterglow of the setting sun was on his profile, adding a bit of softness to his outline, but it was this softness that made the sneer more vivid.

Sensing Wen Song's gaze, Wen Fu looked back, "Brother, don't you think it's ridiculous?"

"ridiculous?"

"Yes," Wen Fu said, "it's not only ridiculous, but also ugly."

Wen Song asked him, "What if we change places?"

Wen Fu was stunned for a moment, "Brother, what do you mean?"

Wen Songdao: "What I mean is: If you and I are the people in the city, without spiritual power, spiritual consciousness, and unable to use spells, what will happen?"

Wen Fu couldn't answer, maybe it wasn't because he couldn't answer, but because he was unwilling to answer. There are many people with high moral character in this world, but he knew that he would never be one of them. An extremely self-interested person, who is useful to him, will deliberately approach to make friends, and who is useless to him, never takes it to heart.

Wen Song didn't care much about Wen Fu's answer, he was also thinking about what would happen if he was a citizen of the city.

Human nature has many faces, good and bad, in fact, there is no clear boundary, wanting to live is not an ugly thing, but if you want to live, hurt or drag other people into the water, that is extremely annoying No shame.

The end of hope is despair. When he is in despair, he will probably find a corner and wait for death slowly.

Wen Song looked at the three carriages being dragged back to the city, and said, "Let's go, let's go in."

Wen Fu didn't move, he pointed at the people who were about to enter the city, and asked, "Brother, do you want to save these people?"

"I think the majority of the people in the city did not stand up to stop them. Although I don't know if I have the ability to cure them, I want to try my best."

Those with good intentions may be losing hope in the process of waiting at this moment...

Wen Song didn't have any ambitions to help the world when he chose Danxiu at that time, he just followed the time, but when he really encountered such a disease, he couldn't turn around and leave.

Danxiu, you should be good at being a doctor, and a doctor should have a heart of great compassion.

Wen Song tugged Wen Fu's wrist and motioned, "Let's go!"

Wen Fu had no choice but to follow in.

When the two entered the city, they were not stopped.

As soon as he stepped into the city, Wen Song felt an extremely depressing atmosphere. Except for the sound of carriages slamming across the bluestone slabs, there was no sound on the long street. Naturally... there were few people, such a big city, Almost the same as the empty city.

Wen Song didn't understand the situation yet, he looked at the group of people who were about to reach the end of the street, and followed with Wen Fu.

Two quarters of an hour later, the carriage stopped.

Several medical officers were pulled from the carriage by the surrounding people, and then pushed into a dilapidated mansion.

Wen Song pasted a concealment talisman on himself and Wen Fu, and followed them in.

After entering the mansion and seeing the scene in front of him, his pupils trembled slightly. There were many people lying on the ground in the front yard. Because of the hot weather, most of them were not dressed properly. Neat, even bare/exposed places, there are large patches of white spots, and severe cases are white abscesses, and some people's abscesses have already festered, and they groan/groan in pain on the ground.

When Wen Song saw this scene, he had doubts about the medical officer's judgment. Are these symptoms really an epidemic?

After thinking about it, he turned around and went back outside the mansion, tearing off the concealment talisman on his body.

Seeing Wen Song's actions, Wen Fu asked him, "Brother, did you change your mind?"

"No," Wen Song said, "I want to visit some medical officers, but I can't visit others secretly."

Wen Fu's brows furrowed when he heard the words. After seeing those infected people, he was even more unwilling to stay in the city. His dantian was destroyed. Except for stronger muscles and bones, he was no different from ordinary people. Naturally, he was also afraid of contracting these diseases. The disease of Yiyi, "Cultivators should not forcefully intervene in the affairs of the mortal world, so as not to be contaminated with too much karma. Brother, I think it is not appropriate to do this."

Wen Song saw Wen Fu's thoughts right away, and he directly cast a silence spell on him, "Since I have experienced in the mortal world, it is impossible not to be contaminated with karma."

He walked along the brick-paved corridor to the front hall. There were two civilians standing guard outside the hall, in case the three wanted to leave again.

Seeing Wen Song and Wen Song, the people guarding outside had a look of surprise and vigilance in their eyes, "I wonder what the two of you are here for?"

The man who spoke was the one who yelled at him after he couldn't leave anyone behind. When Wen Song saw this man, his complexion paled a lot. The doctors, after hearing about the epidemic here, came here to help, and this time they wanted to visit some of the medical officers here."

Hearing Wen Song's words, the vigilance in the eyes of the two civilians disappeared a lot, and a smile appeared on their abscessed faces, "The three medical officers are inside, two doctors, please come in."

Wen Song nodded slightly, and walked in with Wen Fu...

After seeing the three medical officers with sad faces, he bowed and bowed, "The younger generation has met some seniors."

Lu Qi had just heard Wen Song's words, so he had a little more affection for this young man who came without invitation, "There's no need to be too polite."

Wen Song straightened up. Instead of exchanging pleasantries, he put forward his request straight to the point, "Young students come here to help a few medical officers to treat diseases in the city. I wonder if it is possible?"

"It's possible," Lu Qi said, the beard under his jaw moved, "We old fellows are all defeated by this epidemic. If you want to cure it, you can do it."

That being said, he didn't have much confidence in Wen Song's medical skills, because Wen Song was so young that he didn't even seem to be a weak crown, and the profession of doctors was very particular about qualifications and age.

Wen Song said: "Thank you, senior."

Lu Qi waved his hand, "No problem."

After asking permission, Wen Song came to a wing in the backyard.

There were five people in the wing room, all of whom were patients with milder symptoms. He walked to the innermost position and began to feel their pulse.

While feeling the pulse, Wen Song asked them if they were uncomfortable, and kept it in his heart...

As his spiritual power wandered, his brows gradually twisted up. Plague is also called the air of plague poison, and the air comes out of the brain. Blue, white, red, black, and yellow, the five airs protect the body, and evil cannot be done.

It is clear that the five qi in this person's body restrain each other and balance each other, how can it be an epidemic?

Wen Song was afraid that his diagnosis was wrong, so he walked to another person, but the five qi in the other person's body were also normal.

After discovering this result, his doubts deepened. He got up from the ground, came to the front yard, and collected a few bottles of pus and blood from the pussy man, but nothing could be seen through the body of the bottle. Wen Song looked in front of him. The yellow-white pus and blood penetrated the spiritual power.

After penetrating into it, he was surprised to find that these pus and blood were alive, because water can grow wood, so his spiritual power was very sensitive to things that contained vitality.

A quarter of an hour later, Wen Song vaguely felt the power of sucking, although it was very weak, it did exist.

What are these things sucking, life?

With a little thought in Wen Song's eyes, he returned to the front hall with a few bottles of pus and blood in his hand.

After seeing the three medical officers, he asked, "I wonder if any of the seniors have touched these pus and blood before?"

"Never," Lu Qidao: "The three of us are mainly responsible for checking the pulse of the people in the wing."

Seeing a thoughtful expression on Wen Song's face, he asked, "What did you find, little friend?"

Wen Song put the pus and blood on the wooden table and said, "There are living things inside, and it may suck people's vitality."

"Nonsense," another medical officer heard Wen Song's incoherent words, and scolded, "The several medical officers who came with us have carefully examined the pus and blood that flowed out, but they didn't find anything. Why? Are you the only one who found out?"

Wen Song looked at the person who spoke, and said seriously: "Are those medical officers who touched pus and blood still alive?"

Zhou Zhi's voice was hoarse when he was asked. He thought about it and found that those who survived were indeed those who had never touched pus and blood.

The three people sitting at the top looked at each other, and looked at Wen Song with a more serious gaze, "Then how did you stick out?"

Wen Songdao: "This is a family secret, I'm afraid I can't tell seniors."

A few people heard the words and didn't ask any more questions. Generally, such a family with a long history of medicine and Taoism is rarely willing to give out the secret method of the family. "Then, my little friend already has a way to deal with it?"

Wen Song shook his head, "Not yet, but we can guarantee that the scope will not expand."

After all, Lu Qi is an experienced medical officer, and he understood what he meant when he heard Wen Song's words, "Little friend, do you want to completely isolate the person with abscess?"

"Yes," Wen Song said, "the pus and blood are alive, which means that the infection of this disease is through the infection of pus and blood."

Lu Qi nodded, "It is so."

After a few people agreed on a countermeasure, they went to find the magistrate in the city, led by Lu Qi.

The magistrate's attitude towards these life-saving straws is still very polite. After Lu Qi listed the evidence according to Wen Song's words, he very quickly gathered the people with abscesses in the city to a remote place, and dispatched A line of soldiers guarded them, apparently wanting to abandon them.

Wen Song didn't know what the magistrate was thinking. He was pulling his eyebrows, thinking about how to kill the living things in the pus and blood...

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