Make the hero cool

He pushed the door open and entered with a stack of clothes in his hands: "Your Majesty, these are already cooked clothes. Your Majesty asked me to give them to you."

Seeing that it was Qi Rong and not Qi Yue who was waiting outside, Liu Fengyou felt a little puzzled, but he didn't say anything, just nodded and thanked him.

He had just dressed and was about to go out to see the situation in Hanzhong, but he heard someone shouting at the door with a voice like a broken gong: "Is there anyone here?"

Liu Fengyou and Qi Rong looked at each other, and they both saw confusion in each other's eyes.

Liu Fengyou walked out quickly, and there was a rickety old man in ragged clothes standing in the yard outside. The old man was holding a broken bowl, a walking stick in his hand, and a dirty sword bag hanging from his waist. An old beggar who came to beg.

Liu Fengyou took a step forward with compassion in his heart, and said, "Old man, what's the matter with you?"

The old man coughed a few times and showed a smile: "Young master, this old man passed by here and was very thirsty, so he asked for a sip of water first."

Liu Fengyou just wanted to agree, but was stopped by Qi Rong beside him.

Qi Rong had a sword across his chest, and his eyes were cold: "My lord, it's better to be careful, I'm afraid this person is not kind."

Liu Fengyou didn't think about it so much, although he felt that the old man was a bit strange, but he didn't think he was a bad person: "Forget it, Qi Rong, don't scare the old man, go get a glass of water."

Qi Rong glanced at Liu Fengyou reluctantly, he hesitated for a moment, and after seeing the partly visible white corner of his clothes behind the Moon Gate, he responded, turned and left.

The old man saw that Qi Rong had left and Liu Fengyou was the only one left in the courtyard, so he walked up to Liu Fengyou and said with a smile: "Young master, I think you still have some pastries in your house?"

Liu Fengyou looked back, only to realize that those pastries were used by Xuan Jin to pad his stomach when he came yesterday.

Seeing the eager eyes of the old man, he hurriedly went to the house to get some pastries for him: "Old man, your accent doesn't seem to be from Hanzhong. The plague is raging here. If you have nothing to do after eating, leave as soon as possible."

The old man exaggeratedly ate two cold cakes, drank up the warm tea Qi Rong sent, and suddenly laughed loudly: "It's true, the jade-faced and soft-hearted little prince really lives up to his name!"

Liu Fengyou was stunned for a moment, and then he realized that the old man had come prepared, he immediately became embarrassed, not knowing who this ordinary old man in front of him was.

Seeing that he didn't speak, the old man just stood there with a smile and looked him up and down.

At this time, the white figure that had been hiding behind the moon gate finally moved.

Xuan Jin walked out from behind the Moon Gate, walked to the old man helplessly, and said, "Master, I told you that he doesn't understand anything."

When Liu Fengyou heard Xuan Jin name this person's identity, he suddenly realized that this person was Lu Daojiang, the apricot sage who was used by Xuan Jin to claim credit a few days ago.

He hastily cupped his hands in salute: "It turns out to be Doctor Lu, the younger generation is dull and presumptuous."

Lu Daojiang stroked his beard, and said with a smile: "The old man also wants to thank the young prince for his tea and cakes, so why are you talking so presumptuously?"

Seeing that he didn't care about him, Liu Fengyou breathed a sigh of relief, and caught a glimpse of Xuan Jin standing aside, he couldn't help complaining: "Why didn't you tell me that the genius doctor Lu is here? You only know how to play tricks on me."

Xuan Jin was quite wronged, he got up early today and caught the sneaky and ragged old man from the corner of the street, he immediately wanted to introduce his master to Liu Fengyou, so as to make the latter happy.

Unexpectedly, the old man was quite assertive and insisted on going to see Liu Fengyou by himself, that's why such a fuss happened.

Due to the spread of the plague, the situation was urgent. After a hasty meal, the three of them were fully armed and headed towards Xifang where the patient was.

When Liu Fengyou came from the capital, he also brought a few doctors with him, plus the local doctors from Hanzhong who came to take care of the patients spontaneously, the manpower is not particularly short.

It's just that these few doctors are of mediocre qualifications, and they can't come up with any effective plan to stop this plague.

Lu Daojiang changed his clothes and took a simple bath. Now he looks like a worldly expert with superb medical skills.

He squatted beside a patient, took his pulse, stood up again, moved to Liu Fengyou and Xuan Jin, and sighed softly: "This person is no longer good."

Liu Fengyou glanced at the patient lying on the ground groaning in pity, pursed his lips, and looked darkly: "Does Doctor Lu know what caused the plague, what can you do?"

"The little old man already has a judgment in his heart, but he needs to see a few more patients to be sure."

After Lu Daojiang finished speaking, he left Xuan Jin and Liu Fengyou to investigate the patient's condition on his own.

Standing beside Xuan Jin, Liu Fengyou looked at Lu Daojiang's back, still very anxious in his heart: "Do you think Doctor Lu can save them?"

"I don't know." Apparently, Xuan Jin didn't trust his master very much. "In ancient times, when there was a major epidemic, the people were isolated and allowed to develop independently. Generally speaking, tens of millions of people died. alright."

Liu Fengyou knew that the ancient medical technology was backward and far inferior to modern epidemic prevention measures, but he couldn't tolerate so many people dying under his nose because of the plague.

About half an hour later, Lu Daojiang came back worried. He hurriedly found a house, picked up a pen and started writing.

Seeing that he was engrossed, Liu Fengyou didn't dare to rush forward to disturb him, and could only look at Xuanjin.

Xuan Jin shook his head, and said softly: "My master is writing a prescription, and the people of Hanzhong will be saved."

Liu Fengyou nodded and looked at Lu Daojiang earnestly.

After a stick of incense, Lu Daojiang walked up to Liu Fengyou with two densely packed prescriptions, and he ordered unceremoniously: "My lord, cook two pots of medicine according to these two prescriptions, and give the lesser medicine to Dong The people in Xifang drink it, and the people in Xifang drink the medicine in large doses, do you understand?"

Liu Fengyou took a rough look at the prescription in his hand, then nodded solemnly: "I have written it down."

"They must drink these two medicines every day. Dong Fang drinks it twice a day, and Xi Fang drinks it three times a day. Can you remember?"

"Remember it." Liu Fengyou nodded even more vigorously.

Only then did Lu Daojiang relax a little, but he still instructed: "Don't confuse these two prescriptions."

Liu Fengyou agreed like a chicken pecking at rice, and also promised Lu Daojiang Zaisan that he would not make any mistakes before being released by the genius doctor.

The medicinal materials that Lu Daojiang needed were relatively common and common medicinal materials, so it only took Liu Fengyou half a day to find all the medicinal materials.

According to Lu Daojiang's instructions, he worked conscientiously to prepare and deliver medicines for the people in Hanzhong. For more than ten days in a row, the plague in Hanzhong really seemed to stop.