Long Qingyue's pupils suddenly shrank, she didn't expect the Wind City Plague to be so serious!
Through the words of two guards along the way, Long Qingyue learned that the plague in Fengcheng had occurred for three months. It started with a hunter, and then slowly caused the plague to occur throughout the city.
The current emperor Nangong Yun invited the best doctors from all over the country to assist Long Qingyu in supporting Fengcheng, but still found nothing. Nearly twenty days passed without finding a cure for the plague.
Suddenly, Long Qingyue noticed a faint breath coming from her feet. She looked down and found an old man in his fifties lying on the ground. His eyes were half open, his breath was very weak, and he moaned in pain.
Upon seeing this, a guard on the side immediately pulled out the knife from his waist and was about to chop it down.
Long Qingyue stretched out her hand to stop her, her eyes stern, "What are you doing?"
"Reporting to the Medical Sage, this man has been infected with the plague and cannot be cured. In order to prevent him from infecting other people, I can only kill him." The guard answered honestly.
"The purpose of our trip is to support Fengcheng, not to kill people. If we are afraid of being infected by the plague, why not kill them all to be cleaner?" Long Qingyue snorted coldly, and the man immediately shrank aside.
Long Qingyue knelt down, took out a bag of water from Najie, fed the old man some water, and then gave him some spiritual power. Then he stood up and said, "Help him back to rest for treatment."
place."
The guard looked embarrassed, "This...Mr. Medical Saint, please don't embarrass me. If the Lord of the City sees it, he will definitely blame us. He...he will kill us..."
"Hel him back, I have a way to cure him." Long Qingyue said again, his voice was light, not exaggerated, but calm and firm, making people believe it involuntarily.
The two guards were stunned for a while, then covered their faces with white cloths and carried the person to the city lord's palace in front. As soon as they entered the gate, they were immediately stopped by several people and shouted angrily: "What are you doing? I didn't see him serious.
Infected by the plague?"
"This is the new medical king. He said he can cure the plague." The two guards hesitated for a moment and pointed to Long Qingyue beside them.
"So what about the Medical King? Even the Medical Saint sent by the Emperor is helpless, let alone a Medical King who can't carry the person out quickly!" At this moment, a cold and angry voice sounded.
Long Qingyue looked up and saw a middle-aged man of about forty years old walking towards him. He was tall, muscular and rough-looking. This man was Ma Qingyuan, the Lord of Fengcheng. He looked at the half-dead patient on the ground with disgust and frowned.
said.
Just when the two people were about to carry the patient out again, Long Qingyue said lightly: "As a city lord, shouldn't I save people? Why don't you care about the life and death of your people?"
Ma Qingyuan looked at Long Qingyue and said with a sad face: "This Medical King, you don't know something. This plague is so severe that several medical saints and medical kings can't do anything. If you carry him into the house
, everyone in our house will be infected."
At this time, a voice suddenly broke in, excited and excited, "Xiaoyue, you mean you can cure the plague?"
Long Qingyue raised his head and saw Long Qingyu walking out of the house with a face of joy. At this time, he no longer cared about how Xiaoyue came to Fengcheng. He was worried about the plague here. At this time, he heard that someone could cure it.