After the villain was scumbag, he was reborn

"Doctor Fu!" Before entering the isolated tent, a short and fat little old man with his face covered tightly ran over from a distance. He rushed to Fu Shiyu in ecstasy, and said out of breath: "Some soldiers are starting to lose their fever!"

Fu Shiyu was not surprised, and hummed lightly.

As long as it is not plagues like smallpox or plague, other ancient medicinal materials can barely be effective, but now the medicinal materials are starting to be in short supply, and some veterans are already riddled with holes. It is hopeless.

Fu Shiyu now seems to have two big mountains on his shoulders, making people breathless for no reason.

He came back to his senses and saw that the little old head had something to ask, Fu Shiyu glanced at him and asked calmly, "What's wrong?"

The little old man hesitated for a while, and said hesitantly: "These prescriptions are so effective, Doctor Fu thought of them himself?"

"No." Fu Shiyu brushed off his skirt, and said slowly, "Master learned it."

The little old man let out an ah, subconsciously said: "Then how dare you ask Doctor Fu where did you learn from? Since your master can write these prescriptions, he must have already become famous all over the world."

Fu Shiyu was silent for a while, and tied the wide trouser legs and sleeves with a rope, "From ancient times to the present, there have been countless practitioners of medicine, and they are all my masters."

One sentence was ambiguous, and before the doctor could understand it, he saw that someone had opened the curtain and walked in.

Fu Shiyu drank a bowl of realgar wine, and then began to repeat the diagnosis and recording every day.

Doctor Li regained his life, and did the disinfection work conscientiously, not daring to slack off in the slightest.

He is now going to the infected area, which is now divided into two areas, the mild area and the severe area. Patients in the severe area can be arranged to go to the mild area if the doctor shows signs of improvement.

For the soldiers here, this regulation is definitely a door to see hope. Everyone seems to have a little hope, and they are no longer as lifeless and hopeless as before.

For the past half month, Fu Shiyu basically only diagnosed and treated in the serious area. First, the doctors who were arrested were unwilling to come, and second, Fu Shiyu didn't want all these doctors to be infected. It would be even more troublesome to find them.

Therefore, there are only three doctors in the serious area, Fu Shiyu occupies one, and the other two are military doctors in the barracks. Military doctor Li will also come to help after he is busy with disinfection.

"Doctor Fu is here!"

As soon as he entered, the five soldiers in the tent got up one after another.

In fact, there are regulations on the number of people. If Fu Shiyu wanted them to have a tent for each of them, it would definitely be impossible.

But as long as you think about it, some things are still feasible.

For example, the number of people in the camp has been reduced from the original twenty or so to five to seven people. Originally we wanted to reduce it to even less, but it is already very difficult to reach this number in the military camp.

Many soldiers who were confirmed to be free of infection basically slept in the open air, and even the noble son of Guangling stayed in the open for more than half a month on the plain.

Fu Shiyu, who was usually serious, seemed to be a different person, taciturn, coupled with the mental and physical fatigue of the past few days, it made him say a handful of words a day.

Seeing their hopeful eyes, Fu Shiyu nodded almost invisible.

These soldiers are not very big, and the youngest is the one who is taking the pulse now. He is not yet 16 years old, and he is not familiar with world affairs.

"Doctor Fu, am I going to die?"

The little soldier whose pulse was felt raised his head, his eyes exposed by the cloth mask were bright and black, shiny.

"will not."

Fu Shiyu withdrew his hand and smiled calmly, "If you don't have a fever today, you can transfer to the tent outside tomorrow."

The little soldier's eyes lit up, and he switched to the camp outside, which meant that he would recover from his illness in a few days.

The surrounding soldiers all cast envious eyes, and one soldier smiled and said plainly: "Doctor Fu said so, it will definitely get better in a short time!"

"You kid is really lucky. The people who were burned a few days ago passed out. I didn't expect that you were the first to go out."

The little soldier scratched the back of his head and said with a shy smile, "It all depends on Doctor Fu."

Fu Shiyu didn't take credit, and said, "It's because of your good health."

The soldier who had been huddled in the corner silently couldn't help but sat up and asked, "Then when will we be better! Doctor Fu!"

Fu Shiyu was taken aback, before he had time to answer.

But under the superficial relaxation in the tent, what is hidden is actually a tense string. Fu Shiyu's every move will put great pressure on them.

Following his short silence, the tense atmosphere in the tent immediately froze. The soldier who had just asked the question had red eyes and said with a slight choke, "Can we just wait to die?"

Fu Shiyu came back to his senses, his beautiful eyes were bent, and he said softly: "No."

"Everything will be fine."

He always speaks like this, flat and without emotion, but it can give people an invisible force.

The red-eyed soldier silently wiped the corners of his eyes.

"I said, why are you crying! Doctor Fu said that if you can get better, you can get better!"

The little soldier who got better puffed up his eyes, looked quite imposing, and comforted him with a ferocious face: "Didn't we all agree that we must have a good drink after going out, and then go to battle to kill the Huns?"

"Yes, yes! It will definitely be fine!" The soldiers next to him also echoed, "Don't be such a coward, let a little boy comfort you!"

Hearing someone call him a little boy, the little soldier stood up angrily from the straw mat, and shouted angrily, "Fart! I'm not a little boy! Last time I killed a Hun on the battlefield!"

"Being like an old man at a young age, be careful not to lose your family's life!"

"I have no father and no mother, what's the deal!"

The little soldier had just finished his rebuttal, when he suddenly met Fu Shiyu's smiling eyes, his face froze, and he lowered his head shyly.

Listening to their jokes, Fu Shiyu felt much more relaxed. After treating the other soldiers, he was ready to go to the next camp.

Just as he was about to open the curtain and go out, the soldier suddenly shouted: "Doctor Fu!"

Fu Shiyu turned around with a strange face and asked, "What's wrong?"

"give you."

On the short rough, callused hands were three small white flowers.

Fearing that Fu Shiyu might misunderstand, the little soldier explained with a flustered face: "I didn't go out, I saw it growing in the tent this morning."

Fu Shiyu lowered the curtain silently, and smiled softly, "Thank you."

Just as he was about to reach out to take it, the soldier suddenly looked at him expectantly, "Can I help you wear it?"

A few soldiers beside him couldn't help laughing out loud, and teased, "Could it be that you, you boy, think that Dr. Fu is good-looking, so you must have evil intentions!"

"The hair is not fully grown, but the mind is quite a lot."

"Yes, yes, why does Dr. Fu wear these weird things!"

"you!"

The little soldier blushed, and explained with shame and indignation: "That's not the case! I just wanted to wear it for Dr. Fu because I saw that the flower is beautiful."

He was afraid that Fu Shiyu would misunderstand, so he wanted to throw away a few little flowers.

The small flower in the palm was suddenly taken away, and the sackcloth rubbed against the palm, making it itchy.

Fu Shiyu picked it up, followed his words, stuck it on his ear casually, and said with a smile, "Is that so?"

The tent held its breath for a while, no one said anything, the little soldier's eyes gradually brightened, and he nodded in surprise, "Yeah."

The words that have been kept in my heart have been uttered smoothly.

"Doctor Fu, you are the most beautiful person I have ever seen!"

Remembering that Dr. Fu is a big man, this description seems a bit wrong, the little soldier immediately said in a panic: "I mean..."

"It's not pretty, it is"

He spoke incoherently for a long time, but couldn't figure out the general meaning. Fu Shiyu saw that he had been delayed here for a long time, so he said gently: "I take it as a compliment, but it's not me who is the prettiest."

"...is the bride you saw first when you took off the red hijab."

After speaking, he turned around and opened the curtain to go out.

The soldiers behind looked at each other, and the little soldier said, "It's good that Doctor Fu is a woman, so I can marry him as a bride!"

The soldier who was crying red-eyed just now sneered unceremoniously: "Fantasy, Dr. Fu is really a woman, and I don't think much of you."

Xiao Bing muttered unconvinced: "Who said that!"

It was already afternoon after all the tents in the serious area were diagnosed and treated. Fu Shiyu was so busy that he didn't even drink his saliva, watching Chongyang running over from afar.

"The prince has returned from Shuzhou City!"

Fu Shiyu hummed, "I'll go there now."

Seeing that Chongyang was not wearing a mask, he frowned and said, "Why didn't you wear it?"

Chongyang waved his hand and said loudly: "You forgot who I am, General Yan before"

Speaking of Yan Chu, his expression was slightly ugly, and his tone suddenly became gloomy, "When I followed that man to march and fight, there was also a plague. The ghost cavalry army is fine."

"Isn't there a shortage of things to wear on your face? It's better to leave them all to you."

There was deep meaning in Fu Shiyu's eyes. He checked Chongyang and Chaoluo's bodies, and there was nothing special about them.

... Then why can he survive for so many years without life or death.

If it is explained according to a novel, the ghost cavalry army where Chaoluo and Chongyang are located is now the biggest bug.

Speaking of Chaoluo, Fu Shiyu remembered that she was still in Shuzhou City. If the source of the epidemic really came from Shuzhou, then he had to find a way to bring her back.

When he was thinking in his heart, he had already arrived at the tent of the Chinese army. Fu Shiyu took off his coat and gloves, handed them to Chongyang next to him for disinfection, then washed his hands with realgar wine, rinsed them with clean water, and drank a bowl in advance Prepared soup.

After finishing it, he stepped into the account of the Chinese army.

Chu Yan had already been waiting inside, and when he saw the little white flowers pinned to his ears, he frowned and said, "Who gave it to you?"

Only then did Fu Shiyu remember that there was such a thing, and he took down the dead little flower behind him, put it in his sleeve casually, and asked, "Did you find it?"

Seeing that he avoided the topic, Chu Yan didn't ask any more questions, hummed, and said, "There is a problem with the well water in Shuzhou City."

Fu Shiyu thought for a while, these days he actually vaguely guessed that this plague might come from the water source.

Since Shuzhou City surrendered to the Xiongnu, the living habits of the people are also close to the Xiongnu. Since the plague broke out in Daqing ten years ago, the town strictly stipulates the concept of disinfection and epidemic prevention such as sewage drainage and hanging mugwort leaves.

But the Xiongnu were not so careful. They were active in the grasslands all year round, so there was no time to control these things, so the people in Shuzhou City naturally didn't think so much, and some people even didn't even know what the plague was.

Chu Yan took the marching map and put it on the case, "There is a river between the Xiongnu and Daqing. Most of the people who dig wells and rely on the river in Shuzhou City all the year round use the water from this river. I led the troops. I went to see the source of this river, and there are a lot of livestock manure and discarded corpses on it."

Fu Shiyu lowered his eyes, tapped his index finger on the case, "Where is the water used in the barracks these days?"

Chu Yan said indifferently: "Before the soldiers stationed in the tent camp, they will first check the terrain, and generally they will not be too far away from the water source. These days, they basically use the water from the river on the other side of the mountain."

Hearing this, Fu Shiyu breathed a sigh of relief, "That's good."

"I have to go to Shuzhou tomorrow to see how they are doing."

Hearing this, Chu Yan's face turned slightly cold, showing faint signs of anger, "Are you crazy?"

Fu Shiyu raised his head and gave him a strange look.

Chu Yan said coldly and unceremoniously, "Are you going to die?"

"Besides, Shuzhou is the territory of the Huns, so it's not your turn to worry about it."

Fu Shiyu frowned, "Shuzhou is the territory of the Huns, and the people in the city are all Han Chinese."

"It's only natural for a doctor to save lives. I save lives, not people."

Knowing that he couldn't talk to him, Chu Yan clenched his teeth angrily, and said with stern eyes: "If I say I can't go, I can't go!"

"If you are worried about the fall of the dynasty, I will send troops to bring you back."

Fu Shiyu's expression was calm, as if he didn't hear his words, he said softly: "Thank you, my son, but I have to go."

As soon as the words fell, Chu Yan grabbed his shoulder with such force that it seemed to crush the bones inside.

His sinister black eyes wished he could carve a hole in Fu Shiyu's face, and said with restraint, "I'm not sure!"

"I advise you not to challenge my patience!"

This sentence seemed to be squeezed out between the teeth, and every word was full of chills. It was obvious that the anger in my heart was on the verge of erupting.

However, Fu Shiyu was so stubborn and terrible at this time, he turned a deaf ear and said, "My lord, we have a saying."

"Shut up!" Chu Yan interrupted irritably. In his previous life, he liked to use these messy fallacies to convince himself, but now he doesn't want to hear a word, nor does he want to hear it.

"Every time the plague kills fewer people, there are thousands of people. Now they are just people in a small city. It doesn't matter if they die. Besides, if you go alone now, even if you want to save them, you can't save them. In this case If you are not afraid of death, just stay in the barracks for me and treat these soldiers properly."

It was rare for him to say such a lengthy speech, but unfortunately the person opposite was indifferent.

Fu Shiyu was silent, and after a long time, he slowly said: "I am very afraid of death."

Because if he dies, it means that he may never return to the real world.

"But I have a habit."

Fu Shiyu raised his head, looked directly at Chu Yan's eyes that seemed to kill him, and murmured, "I heard someone calling for help, but my legs won't work."

Chu Yan sneered, "They are so far away from you, where did you hear this call for help?"

Fu Shiyu turned his head slightly, and looked out from the narrow crack in the door curtain.

It was already dark, and there was a scarlet fire outside the camp, and the strong wind blew so lightly that it began to sway, faintly as if it would go out in the next moment, but it brightened again in the blink of an eye, and lasted for a long time, as if it was desperately Shining on something.

"do not know."

he said softly.

"Haven't the prince heard?"

Listening to his nonsense, Chu Yan thought that this man was fooling himself again, and a horrifying coldness suddenly appeared in his eyes.

"Calling from all directions."

Fu Shiyu took off the mask covering his face, and the corners of his mouth curled up in a slight arc.

"...Since I heard it, I must save it."