Lu Yunqi's eyes fell on Miss Jun again, and when he saw her smile, he remained expressionless.
"Guanghua Temple is under martial law," he said.
Although he didn't look back, these words were naturally addressed to Zhu Zan.
Zhu Zan didn't even look at him, he stood under the hanging flower door and raised his eyebrows.
"You have given up. Am I that stupid to give you an excuse to arrest you?" he said, "I am here under orders too."
Lu Yunqi looked at him, but someone spoke before him.
"What's your order?" Miss Jun asked.
"You deserve meritorious service for your crime." Zhu Zan said.
Miss Jun chuckled.
You have to forget that he is still the body of sin. I didn’t expect that the body of sin is so useful. You can do what you want to do under the banner of the body of sin, and you can do anything you don’t want to do under the banner of the body of sin.
"Why are you laughing?" Zhu Zan said, looking at Miss Jun's serious expression, "You can still laugh."
Miss Jun watched him drink the ginseng soup in one gulp.
"What?" she said.
Zhu Zan pointed behind him.
"How many people have died now? Are you here to treat illnesses?" he said with a serious face.
When he lowered his face, his expression was solemn and he looked very scary, and his words were also very scary.
The atmosphere in the yard was stagnant, and Liu'er, who had always been fearless, clenched her hands tightly, feeling a little strange in her heart.
Although this Prince Cheng Guo is not very authentic, he is still better than Lu Yunqi. After all, Lu Yunqi wanted to bully the young lady at that time, and he was the one who protected the young lady.
But why did he say these words today?
No matter how you think about it, it should be Lu Yunqi who said this. After all, Lu Yunqi is determined to deal with the young lady, and failure to treat her is the biggest crime.
Why did Prince Chengguo come to question him?
A guilty person? Could it be that he wanted to perform meritorious service and atone for his sins, so that he could make meritorious service by seizing the lady's fault?
Liu Er suddenly looked angry and glared at Zhu Zan.
Miss Jun was neither angry nor afraid, but nodded and sighed.
"Yes, a lot of people died." She said, sitting down again and putting down the soup bowl.
There was a moment of silence in the yard.
Is that the answer?
Liu'er was stunned at the side.
Zhu Zan walked over a few steps and looked at her with a frown.
"What on earth are you doing?" he asked again.
Miss Jun looked at him and smiled.
"I'm trying to figure it out, don't worry," she said.
Zhu Zan stared and took another step forward.
"Who is worried?" he said, "How do you see that I am worried about you?"
Miss Jun looked up at him and smiled.
"No." She said, then she stopped smiling and said seriously, "I didn't say you were worried about me, I meant you don't have to worry about these children. I will try my best to find a solution."
Tsk tsk, look at this guy's dishonest look.
Zhu Zan narrowed his eyes and looked at her, and he sneered.
"You'd better hurry up. When everyone here is dead, the people who come here won't come to this temple so obediently." He said, "Those people won't believe you and will be in chaos.
, then the situation will be out of your control."
Miss Jun said oh.
"I know." she said.
Zhu Zan glared at her, rolled up his sleeves, turned around and strode away.
He walked to the door and stopped again, seeming to have noticed Lu Yunqi standing aside.
"Master Lu, let's go." He said, "You don't have to keep an eye on her now, she can't run away."
Lu Yunqi glanced at him, turned around and walked out without saying anything.
Zhu Zan followed closely behind.
The yard became quiet again.
"Master Lu seems to be really afraid of Crown Prince Cheng Guo." Liu Er said in a relieved tone, but when he thought of Crown Prince Cheng Guo's questioning, he was very unhappy, "He is not a good person either."
Miss Jun smiled.
"It's okay, don't worry." She said, standing up, "I'm going to wash up first."
At night, the Guanghua Temple was lit up with lights. It was much livelier than the previous temple, but there were also a lot of cries, which were very permeable in the dark night.
"Another one died?"
In a room, two soldiers with their mouths and noses covered carried out a body, followed by family members who were crying and could not stand upright.
"What's going on? Isn't it said that it can be cured?" the woman cried.
"That's right, the disease is too serious and you came too late." A doctor said.
The woman finally swallowed what she was about to say and followed the corpse in tears.
The body could not be taken back, so it was burned and buried on the spot behind Guanghua Temple.
The cries spread all the way through the night.
The doctor stood still and did not move.
"Doctor Wang, it's getting late. You should go and have a rest and have something to eat." Chen Qi said.
Doctor Wang came to his senses and seemed to have no energy to speak. He nodded to Chen Qi and walked away.
Oil lamps and torches were also lit in the Buddhist hall, illuminating the hall as bright as day.
There were many doctors gathered in the room, talking in low voices. When they saw Doctor Wang coming in, someone asked him to sit down quickly.
Doctor Wang waved his hand and walked straight to Miss Jun, who was looking down at the medical records recorded these days.
"Miss Jun, there doesn't seem to be any relief from her condition," he said.
These words silenced the hall, and the doctors who were chatting in low voices all looked over with complicated expressions.
Old Doctor Feng coughed lightly.
"Time is still short," he said.
But this time his words were interrupted.
"Dr. Feng's acne is so severe that he can die within seven days." A doctor said with a slightly red face, "There is no such thing as a short time to treat this disease."
These words made Old Doctor Feng fall silent.
"Yes, more and more people are dying these days."
"Some people have begun to question why King Huai can be cured."
Several other doctors followed and looked at Miss Jun looking a little anxious.
"Why do many people's conditions continue to worsen after using Miss Jun's wine-stained cohosh?" said a doctor.
Could it be that Miss Jun’s new prescription doesn’t work either?
"On this day, more and more people are asking why King Huai can cure him, but they cannot." A doctor said.
Miss Jun did not raise her head and reached out to turn over a page of medical records.
"Acne is a disease that actually has no cure," she said. "Medicine is only an auxiliary. Whether it can be cured or not depends on one's destiny."
Everyone is at peace with their destiny?
The doctors looked at each other.
"Ms. Jun, are you saying your medicine is useless?" someone couldn't help but ask.
Miss Jun stopped her hands and raised her head.
"It can't be said that it is useless. When people are useful, it is useful. It is a help in times of need. When people are useless, it is useless. It is just the icing on the cake." She said.
What a mess, the doctors thought, and looked at the water and land paintings of Buddha statues around them.
Could it be that after staying here for a long time, I have become as talkative as a Buddhist?
"There are also people who get better." Miss Jun said, pointing to a medical record, "I think this child should be able to survive."
This was exciting news, and the doctors gathered around to look at what she was pointing at, temporarily forgetting their worries.
"His high fever has dropped, and some abscesses have begun to scab." Miss Jun pointed.
Indeed, the horror of acne is that the sores will not heal, pus will flow out, and the fever will be high. If the fever can be lowered and the sores heal, then it will really get better.
Everyone looked on happily.
"He must be moved to another room."
"Move tonight."
Miss Jun coughed lightly.
"Actually, no need, just let him be there." She said.
There are still several people there who are critically ill and about to die, in case the infection worsens...
Miss Jun shook her head.
"It's okay," she said, and added, "No."
She had the final say, otherwise what could happen? The doctors stopped arguing and discussed the patient's medical case in a low voice. In the dead of night, the doctors gradually dispersed. Only Miss Jun was left in the Buddhist temple, and the lights were still bright.
Chen Qi walked in from outside, looking a little uneasy.
"Is it true that your medicine doesn't work?" he asked in a low voice.
It is very obvious whether the medicine can work or not, this cannot be concealed.
Miss Jun stood up and nodded.
"I can't guarantee that the medicine will cure the disease," she said.
Sure enough, Chen Qi looked a little sad and rubbed his hands.
"What can I do?" He murmured in a low voice, "It turns out that you can't cure it either."
Miss Jun looked back at the Buddha statue in the temple.
She cannot cure acne that has already occurred, and she is not here to cure acne in the first place.
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Thanks to Little Rabbit Mom, Ling Xiaoqi, ?The Last Shot?, Bingyi from the South, _momo_lina, md1 for rewarding Heshi Bi.