Fourth Master and Rong Yue followed them up the mountain. When they were about to arrive, they saw the people in front of them suddenly turned towards them, smiling and waving to them.
It was like the paparazzi was suddenly caught. Fourth Master and Rong Yue were stunned and subconsciously wanted to turn around and leave.
However, Ah Si called to them, "Fourth Master, Rong Yue, take two steps quickly, we will be there soon."
The fourth master had never been so embarrassed in his life. He raised his head and looked at them for a while, then said to Rong Yue: "I want to go back to Zhili."
Rong Yue didn't want to be accused of stalking, so she dragged him up and told everyone that they were here to enjoy the mountains and rivers.
Sure enough, we were entering a leprosy village, and we were indeed going to treat leprosy patients.
The fourth master acted very horrified throughout the whole process. Watching Yuan Qingling treat patients, disinfect, scrape wounds, and remove carrion, he wanted to vomit, but Yuan Qingling wore a mask and sat there repeatedly without any abnormality.
Although her hands were wearing thin gloves, she must have felt them when they came into contact with the rotten wounds.
Does she know her own identity? She is the Crown Princess!
The prince who has nothing to do with Yang Chun, who only wants to reproduce the royal offspring, comes here to treat patients with serious diseases? Is she crazy?
The fourth master's first instinct was to think that she was putting on a show for the prince and accumulating reputation for him.
But he immediately denied that this is definitely not a good way to accumulate reputation. A princess who has been to Leprosy Mountain will only make people feel bad.
This is to bring trouble to the prince.
The fourth master was leaning on the only railing in the entire Leprous Mountain, watching everyone busy. Even Rong Yue helped to boil hot water and deal with the garbage that was cleaned up.
He didn't go, he felt sick.
He folded his arms and just watched everyone working quietly. Looking around, he saw Yuan Qingling holding a small scraper in his hand and wearing a mask on his face. He was half-kneeling on the ground to give a massage to a man in his fifties.
A 20-year-old female patient was dealing with an injury on her toe. The toe was deformed, bulging, her thumb was rotten, and there was a piece of something unknown. Anyway, it looked disgusting.
She took out a strange thing and punched it into the patient's foot, then sprayed something that seemed to be brownish-yellow, and then began to scrape the slough on the wound. The knife was sharp and scraped out a lot of things, but the patient's face was also stained.
There is no sign of pain, which is really strange.
Could it be that people with this disease don’t feel any pain?
After she finished shaving, she was sprayed with brown stuff, bandaged, and had someone help her leave.
The next one was an old man. He looked to be in his sixties. He was skinny and skinny. His face was covered with dark dust. The dust was hidden in the wrinkles, and it seemed that the wrinkles could be filled in. His black clothes shone brightly.
At first glance, it seems that he has not changed his clothes in ten years.
He was lying on a mat on the ground, exposing his left foot. All the toes of his left foot were black and rotten, all the way to the sole of the foot, and a large deformed knot protruded from the ankle, which looked like a rotten and swollen pig's hoof.
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Another injection was given, and after a while, the old man actually fell asleep. Yuan Qingling took out a knife and a small saw from a box. The saw was silver, not big, but looked very sharp.
Next, Fourth Master could hardly believe his eyes.
Yuan Qingling looked at Rourou and was weak, but actually picked up a saw to saw off the old man's broken leg.
And there was no one to help. Everyone else was dealing with it in her own way, either cleaning it, applying medicine, or bandaging it.
She was still in a half-kneeling position, holding the saw and started. She seemed to be struggling, with a focused and determined look on her face.