Ling Xuewei went to see those who were sick, brought them medicine, and gave it to the military doctors here to treat them.
As for those diagnosed with poisonous plague, Ling Xuewei will be personally responsible.
"Xiaojiu, how do you feel today?"
Ling Xuewei opened the curtain and walked in. When Xiaojiu in the tent saw her, his eyes lit up.
"Master!"
Xiaojiu's voice was full of joy.
Xiaojiu and the others followed the large team to Lanling for refuge. With Ling Xuewei's medicine, his poisonous plague has gradually subsided. Today, the fever has gone away and there are only a few traces left on his body.
The other children were almost well and were gathering around him at the moment. When they saw Ling Xuewei coming in, they all stood up hurriedly and jumped back to their seats like little mice.
This tent is large and sturdy, enough to accommodate a hundred people, with quilts and quilts under each person.
Seeing the children's eyes rolling around, curious and shrinking, like little squirrels, Ling Xuewei's heart softened.
"Bring it in."
Ling Xuewei waved behind her, and some soldiers brought in several buckets of steaming and fragrant food. In the wooden buckets, which were half a person tall, there was white rice, meat and soup. Because they had just been cooked, they were still steaming.
Everyone in the tent swallowed hard, so greedy that their saliva almost flowed out.
This journey has been rough and full of fear, and everyone only eats dry food. Now that I suddenly smell the aroma of hot rice, how can I bear it?
Especially the children, their eyes were almost straight when they stared at the barrel.
"Split it up."
These sick people need nutritional supplements to get better faster.
"Everyone line up to get the food, don't be crowded, there is something for everyone."
"Is it really for us?"
"This is what our... Master specially told us. All the ingredients used are the freshest."
"Very good!"
"Young Master is a living Bodhisattva!"
The old and the weak knelt down and knelt down to worship, and were so excited that they could not speak. The children cheered, and the originally depressed atmosphere was swept away, and they were filled with rare vitality.
Everyone started queuing up to receive food. Ling Xuewei checked Xiaojiu's health and said, "Your poisonous plague has been eliminated. Take a good rest after that. You will be fine in three to five days."
"Thank you, sir."
"Here, drink it."
Ling Xuewei handed over the hot chicken soup that had just been served. Xiaojiu was flattered. He stared blankly at the fragrant chicken soup in the bowl, his eyes sore.
Unconsciously, his eyes were covered with mist.
"What's wrong? Too hot?"
"No, not..." After saying that, he drank a small amount of wine and poured it into his mouth. However, he still got burned.
Ling Xuewei looked helpless, "Slow down, no one will compete with you."
Xiaojiu's face turned red with embarrassment, and she really wanted to bury her face in the cracks of the ground.
After taking a sip of chicken soup, my mouth was full of fragrance and my whole body seemed to be warmed up.
Xiaojiu couldn't remember how long it had been since he had tasted such a delicious soup. He thought of how long he had been wandering, starving, cold, beaten, and scolded, and then witnessed the death of his relatives with his own eyes. He walked without any hope.
Today, he is almost numb.
But now, a bowl of hot soup almost made him cry.
Ling Xuewei sighed in her heart when she saw Xiaojiu like this.
She knew that this boy had suffered too much along the way.
"It's safe here, feel free to stay here."
"Sir, thank you."
Everyone else drank hot soup and ate meat, with happy smiles on their faces.
The voices of children chirping came, and Ling Xuewei saw Shi Qi secretly looking at her not far away from the corner of her eye. Seeing her look, Shi Qi retracted his head like a frightened hamster.
Although Seventeen has sunken cheeks and is skinny all over.
Looking at his big eyes that flickered, Ling Xuewei thought of Diandian and Mianmian, her heart softened, and she waved to Qi Qi, "Come here."
Shi Qi hesitated for a while and didn't dare to come over.
Ling Xuewei sighed and walked over in person.
Open your palm and three fruit candies appear.
"For you to eat."
Xiao Qi's eyes lit up, "For me?"
"Um."
Seventeen stretched out her dark little hand, shrank it, and took the candy under Ling Xuewei's encouraging eyes.
But he didn't open it and eat it right away.
"Why don't you eat?"
"I want to leave it to brother Xiaojiu, brother Gouzi and the others. Whatever delicious food they had in the past was left to Shi Qi."
The child's innocent and kind eyes made Ling Xuewei shaken.
Ling Xuewei felt sour in her heart. The little child, who should have been the treasure in the palm of every family, was now so sensible that it made people feel distressed.
"It doesn't matter, I still have it here."
Ling Xuewei took out another handful and gave it to him. Xiao Qi smiled in surprise and held the candy in her arms, "Thank you, sir!"
The child's voice was milky, and Ling Xuewei rubbed his soft fur and said, "Be good."
Her eyes fell on his hands, which were dark. Ling Xuewei took out a clean handkerchief, dipped it in water, and wiped it for him.
Shiqi was a little shy at first, but soon the child's temperament made him put aside his timidity and fear. He was holding one hand by her, and counting the candies on the quilt with the other hand, while muttering, "This is for Xiaojiu."
Brother, this is for Brother Gouzi..."
Ling Xuewei wiped Qi Qi's hands first, then her face.
Soon a clean little guy appeared.
Unexpectedly, Xiao Qi turned out to be quite handsome after tidying up. When he smiled, his eyebrows were curved, which made people happy just to look at him. Unfortunately, he was too thin and his face was sallow, which was obviously due to malnutrition.
Ling Xuewei asked and found out that Xiao Qi came from Leyang, which was the most severely affected by natural disasters. This year, there were successive natural disasters, resulting in no harvest and tens of thousands of people displaced.
Xiao Qi's parents also lost their lives in a riot.
Later, he fled north with his grandparents, but his grandparents were robbed of food and beaten to death on the way. Xiao Qi became completely an orphan.
Then I met Xiaojiu and the others.
The other children were all helpless orphans on the run. Either their parents died tragically or they were separated from their families. Xiaojiu gathered these children together.
"How many orphans are there?"
Ling Xuewei asked Xiaojiu.
She looked at the children surrounding Xiao Qi who were receiving candies one by one. Their faces had an innocence that was ignorant of the world. Even after going through difficult times, they still maintained their childlike innocence.
"There are many, there are hundreds of them in our fleeing team alone. Unfortunately, many died before arriving at Qingquan City, and some starved to death..."
Speaking of this, Xiaojiu looked sad.
"White bones are exposed in the wild, and there is no rooster crow for a thousand miles..."
Ling Xuewei whispered.
In the wars and disputes, the blood of innocent people is inevitable, and many families are separated from their wives.
In fact, in recent years, wars have been going on in the God Realm, and how many children have lost their parents and are left alone and helpless. What is in front of them is only what Ling Xuewei can see, but what about the places she can't see?