"Don't catch the cold again. Take this medicine three times at a time, and then come back here to check."

Chi Hanqing put down a silver needle in his hand, raised his hand and quickly wrote a prescription on the table, handing it to the patient in front of him.

The patient was a somewhat dazed child, and the clothes he wore were very thin.

He took the pharmacy and wiped his nose: "Mother...mother, can you save my sister? Please, my sister..."

The child didn't know what to say, so he simply turned around, picked up a six or seven-year-old girl, and let Chi Hanqing take a look.

There are many people lining up behind him.

Queue up to enter the lobby of Qiushui Villa.

The ground is covered with sludge brought in by the refugees, as well as dirty melted snow.

This place was temporarily renovated using the original Justice Hall of Eagle Watch City. After it was assigned to West Asia, there was naturally no more Justice Hall in Eagle Watch City.

Qiushui Villa, which was accompanying the army, borrowed this lobby to provide temporary relief to the victims.

Chi Hanqing is a princess and should not be here.

But she came anyway.

When it comes, my heart is broken.

Seeing so many people suffering from cold and illness, she sat down behind the wooden table and never got up again.

"Your sister..."

Chi Hanqing felt the little girl's pulse and looked at her somewhat absent-minded face.

"What has she eaten these days?"

The dirty little boy scratched his head:

"The food at home has been collected by the training soldiers. All we have been eating these days...are the bean flour cakes given out by the military men."

Bean flour cake?

Why would it still be like this when there are bean flour pancakes to eat?

Chi Hanqing slightly removed his fingertips from the little girl's wrist, and his eyes became sharp.

"Did you eat the bean flour pancakes, or did your sister eat the bean flour pancakes?"

How could a seemingly honest child snatch food from his sister?

"I……"

The little boy bit his lips and said, "I made three vegetable pancakes from bean flour pancakes and ate one."

He obviously felt guilty because he actually ate one cake and did not leave all three cakes for his sister.

Chi Hanqing felt a pain in her heart and wanted to pinch herself.

"What's the vegetable cake?"

After a moment of silence, she looked puzzled again.

The little boy finally explained clearly.

It is a cake made by mashing bean flour cake into puree, adding cooked wild vegetable roots and spreading it out again.

This way, it will be more resistant to hunger.

Chi Hanqing gently bit her lower lip.

Simeng produces grain and was relatively prosperous in the early years.

Few of the patients seen at Qiushui Villa got sick from hunger.

But after all, she had no idea where the little brothers and sisters could go to get rations.

Because there is a long and long dragon behind them.

"Take the medicine first, find a sheltered place to rest, and wait for the arrangements from the National Defense Department."

Chi Hanqing said in his mouth, hesitated for a moment, and added: "It will be fine."

The little boy nodded in understanding and hugged his sister back: "Thank you... thank you, empress."

"I also want to thank Your Highness."

Chi Hanqing did not forget to speak.

If His Highness hadn't been willing to violate etiquette and rule of law, how could I, the concubine, have shown herself as a queen like this?

The little boy looked at the spotless princess in front of him who looked like she had stepped out of a myth, and lowered his eyes slightly: "Thank you, Your Highness."

After they leave, the next patient will naturally come forward.

Their injuries are not bad, but most of them are strangely weak and seem very weak.

Chi Hanqing sighed and looked at the other doctors at Qiushui Villa around him.

Qiushui Villa may not have brought so many medicinal materials this time, but it should have brought food.

But she also knew her father too well, and those medicines were naturally for the officers and soldiers of the National Military Department.

This is really not a solution. Either send food as soon as possible, or send the victims into the customs.

Chi Hanqing was thinking this way, and the excitement in her heart that she didn't have to be a concubine had long since dissipated in the wind of Bailan Mountain.

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"No one?"

Star Boat, Han Dongwen frowned and looked at Tilda.

"No one."

Tilda's expression was very calm: "There are no common people or soldiers."

How could she wait?

She has already reached the border of West Asia, what can stop her?

So Tilda rushed directly into West Asia and into Talis Parish without saying a word.

But there was no one.

Common people, instructors, Gascón.

The whole parish suddenly changed suddenly as if overnight, becoming clean and empty without a single person.

Tantai Ming, who was standing next to him, bowed his head and saluted: "Your Highness, before yesterday, the scouts could still see that there were soldiers and horses in West Asia, and the Talis parish was full of people, but today, as the Grand Duke said, there is no one at all."

Han Dongwen held his chin, thought for a while and asked: "Where are the things? Did the Talis Parish leave any supplies?"

The answer is of course no.

If Simeng likes it, it can drive into West Asia now.

Tilda can now live back in the Grand Duke's mansion.

Han Dongwen looked at Tilda, and his voice became weaker: "Um, is there..."

Tilda shook her head.

Naturally, there is no trace of the Holy Grail.

The aliens have already complained a lot because there are no battles and only the same escort missions.

The entire West Asia and the entire Talis diocese seemed to have become a ghost town overnight.

But it was impossible for the border guards to withdraw from Qingshan. For a while, it seemed that Simeng was in a situation of being consumed again.

Escape?

Where can an entire country of people escape to?

Han Dongwen leaned back in his chair and rubbed his temples.

If you look at it from the player's perspective, now is the time to follow the NPC army into the enemy country and prepare to show off your skills.

Due to unexpected changes, everyone in the enemy country was gone. It must have been a cutscene.

Players will naturally wait for the cutscene to end and the game to begin.

But it becomes the NPC's responsibility to break this game.

Han Dongwen sighed, not expecting that he would be the one picking the blame.

If you still can't break the game, how will you be scolded by Simeng players?

[Too mentally retarded, I accepted an event mission, but couldn’t fight it when I ran over to it. It’s a rubbish game]

He seems to have seen posts like this.

"Post..."

Han Dongwen was stunned and stood up.

"What's wrong?" Tilda asked next to her.
To be continued...