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When Xiong Ai rushed back to Xianyang City from the countryside, he was blocked by the crowd outside the city gate, and even the soldiers who escorted him couldn't get in.People read the notice at the gate of the city, and even those who could not read had soldiers explaining it aside, and they gathered around to discuss the plague.

Xiong Ai was in a daze, it had been a long time since he saw such a vibrant and dynamic scene...

"Could it be that there is really an antidote..."

Xiong Ai muttered to himself, and the soldiers beside him who were pushing the way for him gave him another sideways glance: "Of course, why don't you ask me to bring you here?"

Xiong Ai smiled slightly. After getting along with each other these days, he knew that this little soldier was born with a squint, and he is used to it now. Originally, there were five soldiers by his side, but now with the deployment of manpower, only this soldier is left .

After finally pushing through the crowd, Xiong Ai hurried to the medical center to report, the place was in full swing, as long as he could read a little bit, even a little drug boy would have a bamboo slip in his hand to register his name.

Seeing that everyone is so busy, Xiong Ai is a little at a loss: "What are we going to do here?"

The soldier twitched his mouth: "I don't know, the superior didn't say anything."

"Doctor Xiong?"

Someone who was familiar with Xiong Ai saw the two standing there in a daze, and hurried over to give Xiong Ai a pile of bamboo slips.

Xiong Ai hugged the bamboo slip bitterly and asked, "Yes, it's me, what is this for?"

"This bamboo slip contains the cure for the plague. You should study it thoroughly first, and then you will have tasks for you."

The other party spoke very fast and seemed anxious, and left immediately after speaking. Xiong Ai didn't want to ask too many questions, and walked towards the medical hall with difficulty holding the bamboo slips.

"Doctor Xiong, let me help you."

Xiong Ai shook his head: "No need, you should go report quickly, presumably General Meng is also short of manpower."

The soldier glanced sideways, nodded, turned and left.

...

One day later, Xiong Ai has quickly adapted to work. In fact, his job is very simple. He takes the relatives of the patients to see the patients, treats the patients according to the prescription, and collects a certain amount of remuneration from the relatives... It is impossible to distribute medicinal materials for free. Of course, if you really have no money, you can pay on credit, and you will need to pay a certain amount of corvee later.

It seems that everything is so perfect, whether poor or rich, all diseases can be cured...

"You can't do that."

Xiong Ai squatted on the ground, and there was a patient lying in front of him. He was about to die, his body began to stink, and his body was filled with death, so stuffy that people wanted to escape from this space.

This was originally a weapon storeroom. Yingzheng couldn't find a place to put so many people, so he had to temporarily vacate the weapon storeroom, and opened the windows for each room for ventilation. However, time was urgent, and some rooms still had to be dealt with... Patients who have no relatives to come to see them are placed here.

"I want to try it. His medicine money is on my head."

"Then those other people's medicine money is on your head?"

Xiong Ai stopped feeding the medicine, he couldn't bear it naturally, although both of them were in the dark, Xiong Ai could still feel someone standing behind him looking at him with slanting eyes.

Xiong Ai's voice lowered: "I... just want to try..."

The man was silent for a moment, then said: "So you withheld other people's medicinal materials and gave them the rest."

"They will get better slowly with less medicine, but these people may survive... Some people didn't deserve to die, they had time... Someone came to look for him today, and he came too late. The person he was looking for died yesterday. Death... is death from the cure..."

"Aren't you afraid that your superiors will know?"

"afraid."

"Then why are you still doing this?"

"I didn't dare at first, but I remembered you," Xiong Ai carefully fed the last drop of medicine in the bowl to the patient's mouth under the faint moonlight, stood up and looked back at the soldiers behind him, "My mother is dead!" Yu Fenghan, I specialized in this, and then I met you, and your mother also got wind and cold, but I couldn't cure her, so I vowed to cure all sick people in the world... At that time, I remember a child squinting at me like that. "

However, his talent in medicine was really limited, and after he resigned to his fate, he has been working hard for basic necessities of life.

The soldier said softly: "Doctor Xiong still remembers..."

Xiong Ai whispered, "I'm sorry about your mother."

The soldier shook his head. He had no money to treat his mother at that time, and he was already grateful that Dr. Xiong was willing to treat him.

"The superior said that tonight the king will light the sky lanterns, and the sky lanterns will be dedicated to the gods with our wishes, and the gods will bless us."

The soldier pointed to the wall, and Xiong Ai followed the soldier and saw that there was a hole in the wall that someone dug hard. It was supposed to be for the patient to breathe. No wonder he could see the patient clearly when he was treating the patient. The moonlight shines through this hole. hole in...

Xiong Ai walked to the cave, and looked outside the small cave. The cave was facing the Xianyang Palace, and a lamp was slowly rising above the Xianyang Palace.

"Today, the King of Qin issued a notice saying that the sky lanterns will be lit tonight. You are busy with medical treatment. I am afraid that you may not know, so I will remind you."

At this time, countless people, like Xiong Ai, stood in front of large or small windows watching the bright yellow sky lantern swinging upwards with the wind, leading countless wandering souls to fly away. In the starry sky, those sorrows, resentments, pains and great joys and sorrows after disasters are all put in the wick, and slowly faded away with the firelight.

In the middle of the night, the city of Xianyang was under night ban. There was no one on the street, only the soldiers patrolling in line dutifully shuttled through the night. As the sky lanterns rose, they chanted mourning poems from the "Book of Songs" , with endless sorrow in his deep voice.

Green clothes, green clothes and yellow wraps.The heart is worried, and I will take care of myself.

Green clothes, green clothes and yellow clothes.Worrying about the heart, Ho Wei died.

Green and silky, governed by women.I think of the ancients, but I have no concubine.

It's like the wind, it's desolate.I think about the ancients, and I really get my heart. (Note 1)

This is a husband mourning his dead wife. He is wearing green clothes. This is what his dead wife sewed for him. He misses his dead wife. The cold wind blows through the cotton cloth. When will the sadness in his heart stop and when will it be forget?

Ge Shengmengchu grows in the wild.Yumei dies here, who will be alone!

Ge Shengmeng thorns, vines in the field.If Yumei dies here, who will live alone!

The corner pillow is bright, and the brocade quilt is rotten.Yumei dies here, who will be with Dudan!

Summer day, winter night.After a hundred years old, belong to it!

Winter night, summer day.After a hundred years, return to his room! (Note 2)

My lover sleeps here forever, kudzu vines cover the jujube branches of yellow jingle, wild grapes spread on the cemetery, I am here alone, endless grief, endless loneliness, one day, I will turn into clay, and live forever with you accompany.

"Doctor Xiong, he's gone..."

Xiong Ai turned his head, and the soldier squatted in front of the patient, sticking his fingers under the patient's nose... that's fine, Xiong Ai thought, then he wanted to wipe the corners of his eyes with his cuff, but held back when he touched the mask. If you are sick, you can't touch your eyes...

"Let's go……"

There are still patients waiting for him to see behind.

...

A black figure rushed into Xianyang City at full speed, and headed straight to Xianyang Palace, carrying the cloth of victory and being sent step by step into the hands of Ying Zheng who was watching the sky lantern with Mo Dou.

"Meng Ao pacified Jinyang."

"Well, congratulations, Your Majesty."

"The plague in Xianyang City has also been brought under control."

"Well, congratulations, Your Majesty."

"After watching Dou for so long, isn't your neck sore?"

Ying Zheng had seen enough of the sky lanterns, and had enough of Mo Dou's perfunctory, turned his head to look at Mo Dou, and found that the other party was still holding his head up. He couldn't help it, so he asked Mo Dou a question.

"Fortunately."

Mo Dou twisted his neck, it was indeed a bit sore, but he still couldn't help but want to look.

It is rare to see such a stubborn Mo Dou, but Ying Zheng calmed down and smiled: "I thought this thing was made by Dou, so Dou wouldn't be rare... Could it be that Dou doesn't know why this thing goes up into the sky?"

"I know that when heat expands and contracts, the air inside the lamp expands when heated, the mass becomes smaller, the density becomes smaller, and buoyancy is generated, and the buoyancy is greater than the gravity of the lamp, so the lamp flies up."

Ying Zheng listened silently, at least he didn't understand half of what Mo Dou said, but it seemed that Mo Dou was missing something, his words seemed to reach his ears through thousands of years of time and space.

"I have a good life here, and I hope that you in the 21st century will also be well and well."

Mo Dou muttered to himself, he had been holding back these words for a long time, so long that he sometimes even wondered if his previous life was just a dream of his, and whether the Baidu in his mind was just his illusion, only when he really created Only after producing something can he feel the reality of his existence, and when someone supports his actions, he can find the meaning of his existence.

Mo Dou finally let go of his neck, turned his head to look at Ying Zheng beside him, his neck made a 'click' sound, which actually made Mo Dou a little nostalgic, and he was like this when he was doing the exams in the college entrance examination.

"What does your Majesty not ask?"

He said so many inexplicable things just now, and he didn't believe that the other party wouldn't be curious, but he couldn't hold it back, and said it quickly, and now thinking about it, he regretted it a little. Presumptuous...

Contrary to Mo Dou's expectations, Ying Zheng raised his eyebrows and said two words: "No."

After a moment of silence, Mo Dou whispered, "Thank you, Ying Zheng."

Then after a while, someone seemed to reply him: "Thank you, Mo Dou."