Qin asked

"You said you don't want to go out, you can give me a reason to convince me."

ha?

Jiang Yu looked down at the child who was not as tall as his chest, and was quite speechless. What could he talk to this child?

Seeing that the other party didn't want to talk nonsense with him, Mo Dou added: "I can make the decision."

Meng Wu also connected: "He is an ink fountain, and the mask is made by him."

Mo Dou's apprentice made the saddle, plus his father's instructions to him, Meng Wu is still very convinced of Mo Dou, not to mention that the opponent's method of lining up just now is really useful.

As soon as Meng Wu finished speaking, there was a cold snort from the crowd, which sounded quite disdainful.

Jiang Yu didn't care about this, but was a little surprised that the mask was made by this child?

"Scutellaria baicalensis, coptis, forsythia..."

Jiang Yu thought about it, and finally mentioned several medicinal materials, although he didn't think the kid opposite could understand.

Mo Dou really didn't understand, and he only knew Radix Banlangen and Mint in the original prescription. As for why these things were added, Mo Dou could only choke out a sentence to clear away heat and detoxify, but it didn't matter. If there is an answer to the question, it is easy to push it backwards as long as there is another science student (let's give up the liberal arts student or something).

Mo Dou's eyes glowed, and now the 'Science Student' was right in front of him.

"Has the doctor thought about adding a little red peony root and Prunella vulgaris?"

Mo Dou pointed out the medicinal ingredients that the other party hadn't mentioned. Jiang Yu was stunned for a while, then suddenly turned around and buried her head in the medicine cabinet to search for it.

Seeing the other party like this, Mo Dou was relieved, the matter of the prescription was basically done, and he turned to look at Meng Wu: "This person is useful, please keep Uncle Meng."

Meng Wu nodded: "Young master, you are polite."

He waved his hand to signal the soldiers to 'invite' all these doctors out, during which many people shouted 'I also have a cure', but they were all ignored by Meng Wu.

Just kidding, doctor resources are extremely scarce now, if it weren't for human life, he could even pull out those drug boys, okay?

Mo Dou watched them leave. The pharmacy was overcrowded at first, but now it calmed down immediately. He took a deep breath and devoted himself to researching prescriptions with Jiang Yu.

Although he doesn't know how to cure diseases, he is good at memorizing data.

...

Although some of the doctors who were 'invited' by Meng Wu were noisy, most of them were honest. Xiong Ai was one of them. He already understood that it was useless to resist now. It's better to see a doctor honestly.

He sighed. In fact, he didn't want to hide in the hospital all the time and just read ancient books so dryly. Doctors have parents' hearts, and it has even become his instinct to cure diseases and save lives. But he really doesn't want to cure diseases for a lifetime. died of illness.

He memorized the medicine Dr. Jiang said just now, hoping it will be useful. Xiong Ai touched the cloth on his mouth, and hoped that this thing called a mask would be useful...

However, to Xiong Ai's surprise, it seems that he was pulled out only to see a doctor, not to treat a disease. As soon as he was diagnosed, the soldiers who followed him would take him away directly. As for where to take him... ...Xiong Ai didn't dare to ask.

"My son! Where are you taking my son?!"

"Your child is infected with the disease. According to the order of King Qin, he must be quarantined. Your child will be taken care of by himself. Please let go."

"You lie! My son is fine... fine... not sick! Even if he is sick, it's not your turn to take care of him! King Qin is so cruel!"

Another one, Xiong Ai closed his eyes, he just confirmed that a five-year-old child was infected with the epidemic, the parents are fine, and because of this, a good family will be torn apart...

"You can let me try, maybe... it will be cured..."

Xiong Ai finally couldn't help it, and whispered to the soldiers beside him that he could pretend not to see it in the hospital, but it was really unbearable for him to see it in person.

"Your task is to make a diagnosis, and King Qin will make arrangements for the rest."

Could it be that he wants to kill...

Enduring it, she still trembled her lips and asked, "The patients are all... where are they going to be sent..."

The soldier squinted at him, which made Xiong Ai feel cold, and quickly lowered his head, but heard the soldier's voice coming over in a low voice.

"I don't know where to send it, but if you ask me, it won't be the place we thought."

Xiong Ai was surprised and suspicious: "What does this mean?"

"If it is really what we think, if someone is sick and then dragged out, why does the King of Qin need to do so?"

The soldier pointed to the masks that were being distributed. The couple just refused to take the masks because of their children, and they kept insulting the King of Qin. , They will never see the child, and the couple reluctantly took a share of hatred and left.

"Although it's a small piece for each person, but so many people can't empty the Qin State treasury? So, this mask must be useful. There are so many people insulting King Qin, don't you know that if you are really a heartless king, you can't Beheaded all?"

After Xiong Ai listened to the soldier's analysis one by one, he felt that it was quite reasonable, and he even faintly expected it. When he realized it, he still felt that what the other party said was reasonable. Work.

The soldier next to him gave Xiong Ai a sideways glance, and returned to his seat. Oh, I'm right, that's what his superiors should have taught him...but he also felt that it was very reasonable...

...

"Do you know what you are doing?!" In Xianyang Palace, Lu Buwei was scolding Ying Zheng: "Why are you gathering so many diseases?!"

Ying Zheng lowered his eyes, and continued to reply to the bamboo slips in his hand: "Don't worry, uncle, I will know."

"What do you know? Do you want to kill or burn? You are so bold and cruel, you are worthy of the kings of all ages!"

Ying Zheng wrote the last word, then opened a new bamboo slip, and continued to say, "I didn't say I would kill them all."

Lu Buwei's nose was almost distorted by Ying Zheng's non-painful attitude, and his voice became sharp: "Do you want to treat it?"

The high-pitched voice of the middle-aged man was not pleasant. Ying Zheng's hands trembled, but luckily he didn't finish writing.

"This disease can be cured if you want it?! If you are not good, have you thought about it?"

"If it can't be cured, it will burn."

"You still want to burn!"

"It's better than following the spread of the plague. I didn't intend to do this, so I have a clear conscience."

"you……"

Lu Buwei wanted to say something else, but Ying Zheng raised his head and interrupted him: "This is Qin State, I am the King of Qin, and I will bear the consequences for what I do."

Ying Zheng looked directly at Lu Buwei, with the arrogance and determination of a king, and suddenly Lu Buwei was speechless.

He has grown up... Lu Buwei suddenly realized...