The doctors who were initially at a loss immediately started working in an orderly manner after Qin Feng arrived.
They either cooled down the people who were infected with the fever, or prepared decoctions that could help the patients recover.
Qin Feng just glanced at the lobby and began to use literary energy to remove the fire poison from the people's bodies.
"Brother, do you need help?" Yang He stepped forward and asked.
The other doctors are busy, and they, the Demon Slayer Division, naturally cannot wait here.
Qin Feng turned his head and looked at it, then said: "There are more patients than here.
You also go to other houses together and use cold compresses to help people cool down.
Oh, and also, the patients who have been treated will also need you to escort them away, so it is not a problem to keep them piled here."
"Understood." Yang He turned his head and glanced at his colleagues, and everyone took action.
Liu Jianli outside the hall looked at the busy figure in black.
Her thoughts drifted to those nights, and the other party was like this, treating her meridians injuries with a serious look on her face.
As she thought about it, the corners of her mouth raised slightly, and her eyes were full of tenderness.
Time passed and the doctors prepared the decoction.
In the Demon Slaying Division, the people who were infected with the fire poison basically had to change the towels they used to apply ice and cool down.
Yang He and others returned to the lobby and saw Qin Feng sitting on the chair with his eyes slightly closed and a solemn expression.
When everyone saw this, their hearts skipped a beat, thinking that the other party was helpless and that was why it was like this.
Yang He approached and said in a deep voice: "Is there nothing you can do about this disease?"
Qin Feng opened his eyes when he heard this and frowned: "What can't be done?"
"I saw you looking sad here, so I thought..." Yang He stopped talking.
"I've finished everything here, so I naturally need to take a rest."
Yang He and others looked stunned: "So fast?"
The time they left was only enough time to burn two incense sticks!
Qin Feng looked at the expressions of these people and couldn't help but think of a certain medical advertisement in his previous life - Why did you come here? I'm already done~
However, although he had removed the fire poison from the bodies of the people in this hall, his mood was not so relaxed.
Because he discovered that the strange light red literary energy in his divine sea had grown stronger again.
It can be seen from this that the heat poison that the people were infected with did not disappear, but was integrated into his culture.
Although these strange cultural influences have not had any impact on him yet, Qin Feng is not sure whether there will be a qualitative change if this continues.
Just when he was frowning, someone gently tugged on his sleeve.
Looking up, it was the little girl with braids from before.
"Brother didn't lie to me. Dad can stand up now." The little girl said crisply.
The lady on the side also burst into tears of gratitude: "Thank you, thank you."
Behind their mother and daughter, the middle-aged man was leaning on the doorpost. Although he looked a little depressed, his expression had returned to normal.
He also cast a grateful look. If he fell, God knows what would happen to this small family.
Qin Feng rubbed the little girl's head, then raised his head and said to the woman and the man: "Drink the medicine later and go back to rest early.
Remember, never touch the gray snow outside again."
The woman nodded repeatedly, and when the man finished drinking the decoction, she took the little girl and supported the man and left.
Before leaving, he did not forget to look back and bow.
Qin Feng watched the three people leave, then stood up and let out a breath.
I don’t know how many families there are like this in Jinyang City right now.
He doesn't have time now to pay attention to the weird literary spirit in the sea of gods.
"Let's go. The toxins in the bodies of the patients here have been eliminated and they can be left to other doctors to take care of them.
You take me to the next place."
"You just finished your work, don't you need to take a break?" Yang He asked with concern.
Qin Feng shook his head: "No, hurry up."
...
Since practice makes perfect, Qin Feng became more and more skillful in controlling Wen Qi, and naturally the speed of removing toxins became faster and faster.
But even so, in the face of the huge number, it still took him nearly two hours to treat all the patients.
"Continuously mobilizing the literary energy in the body is a bit too much for a long-lasting man like me." Qin Feng found a deserted corner and rested with his eyebrows pinched.
If he sat in front of the people, he would be swallowed up by their gifts and words of gratitude...
Looking at the divine sea in the body again, around the Qinxin Platform, the light red Wen Qi has occupied about one-tenth of the position.
This was unexpected by Qin Feng, but it also made him feel extremely heavy.
Because until now, even though so much weird Wen Qi has gathered, there is still no abnormality in his body.
But he firmly believes that there must be a monster when something goes wrong.
And this unknown variable is what scares him the most...
"Have some tea."
"Okay." Qin Feng, who lowered his head in thought, took the teacup and took a sip.
The tea should be freshly brewed and still a little hot.
He looked up to see who had brought the tea, but unexpectedly, the figure that caught his eye was the figure of his beautiful wife.
Qin Feng's eyes widened and his expression was a little dull. This was really beyond his expectation.
Seeing this, Liu Jianli bent her head slightly. She lifted the hair beside her ears and lightly opened her red lips: "Is the tea not good enough?"
This was her first time making tea for someone, so she inevitably had such doubts.
But it shouldn't be...
She obviously followed the method taught by Ning Shuang and practiced it many times at night.
Liu Jianli blinked, stretched out her wrist as white and smooth as jade, and took the tea cup from Qin Feng's hand.
Then she picked up the teacup and took a sip.
Qin Feng's expression suddenly became very exciting, because the position where the other party's lips touched was exactly where he had drank before!
"You..." Qin Feng opened his mouth, but he didn't know how to say the rest of the words.
There should be no concept of indirect kissing in ancient times, and the two of them are a legitimate couple. Although they have not yet reached the point where they know each other, they don't need to care about it at all.
But for some reason, when he saw this scene, he couldn't help but think back to that night, the warm touch on his cheeks, and Liu Jianli, whose face was covered in scarlet under the moon, and who was as beautiful as a fairy.
My heart skipped a beat in an instant.
It should not all be like snow and frost, when it is about to open, when it is not open.
Pink lips, half rouge...
The poem talks about plum blossoms, but Qin Feng's mind is full of a beautiful figure in white.
After Liu Jianli took a sip of tea, she placed her jade fingers lightly in front of her lips, lowered her head and pondered.
The taste of this tea was clearly the same as what Ningshuangzhu gave her to drink.
But why does his expression look so strange?
"This tea..." Before Liu Jianli could finish her words, her beautiful eyes suddenly widened.
Qin Feng opened his arms, hugged her gently, and said softly: "Thank you, the tea is delicious..."
Liu Jianli was a little at a loss, her cheeks were as red as the plum blossoms in full bloom.
"No...you're welcome." The voice was soft and tender.