Jun Jiuling

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, the words were naturally addressed to Zhu Zan.

Zhu Zan didn't look at him either, standing under the hanging flower gate and raised his eyebrows.

"You give up, am I so stupid to give you an excuse to arrest?" He said, "I also came here under orders."

Lu Yunqi looked at him, but someone spoke before him.

"What is your order?" Miss Jun asked.

"Done the crime and made the meritorious deeds," Zhu Zan said.

Miss Jun chuckled.

I have to forget that he is still wearing the body of guilt. I didn't expect that the body of guilt is so easy to use. If you want to do something, you can use it as a body of guilt. If you don't want to do anything, you can use it as a body of guilt.

"Why are you laughing?" Zhu Zan said, looking at Miss Jun's serious expression, "You can still laugh."

Miss Jun watched as he drank the ginseng soup in one gulp.

"What?" she said.

Zhu Zan pointed behind him.

"How many people have died now? Are you here for treatment?" He said with a dark face.

When he pulled his face down, his expression was serious, and he looked very scary, and his words were also scary.

The atmosphere in the yard froze, and Liu'er, who had always been fearless, clenched her hands tightly, feeling a little strange at the same time.

Although this son of Cheng Guogong is not very authentic, he is still better than Lu Yunqi. After all, Lu Yunqi was going to bully the young lady at that time, and he was the one who protected the young lady.

But why did he say this sentence today?

No matter how you think about this sentence, it should be Lu Yunqi who said it. After all, Lu Yunqi is all about dealing with the young lady, and failing to treat her is the biggest crime.

Why did Duke Cheng come to question him?

Wear the body of guilt? Could it be that he wants to make meritorious service to atone for his crime, and to catch the young lady's mistakes to make meritorious service?

Liu'er immediately looked angry, and glared at Zhu Zan.

Miss Jun was neither angry nor afraid, but nodded and sighed.

"Yes, quite a few people died." She said, sat down again, and put down the soup bowl.

There was a moment of silence in the yard.

Is that the answer?

Liu Er was stunned aside.

Zhu Zan walked up a few steps and looked at her with a frown.

"What are you doing?" he asked again.

Miss Jun looked at him and smiled.

"I'm figuring it out, don't worry," she said.

Zhu Zan stared, and took another step forward.

"Who's worried?" he said. "How do you know I'm worried about you?"

Miss Jun looked up at him and smiled.

"No." She said, and then she smiled seriously, "I didn't say you are worried about me, I mean you don't have to worry about these children, I will work hard to find a way."

Tsk tsk, look at this guy's dishonest appearance.

Zhu Zan squinted his eyes at her, and he snickered.

"You'd better hurry up, when the people here are all dead, the people who rush over here won't come to this temple so obediently." He said, "Those people won't believe you, and they will mess up." , when the time comes, the situation will no longer be under your control."

Miss Jun said oh.

"I see," she said.

Zhu Zan glared at her, shook his sleeves, turned around and strode away.

Walking to the door, he stopped again, as if he only noticed Lu Yunqi standing aside at this time.

"Master Lu, let's go." He said, "Don't stare at her now, she can't run away."

Lu Yunqi glanced at him, turned around and walked out without saying a word.

Zhu Zan followed closely behind.

The yard was quiet again.

"Master Lu seems to be really afraid of Duke Cheng." Liu Er said with a sigh of relief, but when he thought of Duke Cheng'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'll go wash first."

The Guanghua Temple was lit up at night, and it was much more lively than the previous temple, but there were also a lot of crying, which was very infiltrating in the dark night.

"Another one died?"

In a room, two soldiers with their mouths and noses covered carried out a dead body, followed by a crying family member who couldn't straighten up.

"What's going on here? Didn't it say it can be cured?" the woman cried.

"It's like this, this disease is too serious, you came too late." A doctor said.

The woman swallowed what she wanted to say, and followed the corpse, crying.

The corpse could not be taken back, so it was burned and buried behind Guanghua Temple.

Crying all the way in the night.

The doctor stood still.

"Doctor Wang, it's getting late, go and have a rest and eat something." Chen Qi said.

Doctor Wang regained his senses and seemed to have no energy to speak, so he nodded to Chen Qi and walked away.

Oil lamps and torches were also lit in the Buddha Hall, illuminating the hall as bright as day.

There were many doctors gathered in the room, talking in low voices, seeing Doctor Wang coming in, someone told 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, the condition doesn't seem to be improving," he said.

These words quieted the hall, and the doctors who were talking in low voices all looked over with complicated expressions.

Old Doctor Feng coughed lightly.

"Time is short," he said.

But this time his words were interrupted.

"Doctor Feng's acne is so fierce that it can kill him within seven days." A doctor said with a slightly flushed face, "There is no such thing as a short time to treat this kind of disease."

These words silenced Old Doctor Feng.

"Yeah, more and more people are dying these days."

"Some people have already begun to question why King Huai can be cured."

A few other doctors followed suit, looking anxiously at Miss Jun.

"After using Miss Jun's wine-stained cohosh, many people's condition is still getting worse," said a doctor.

Could it be that Miss Jun's new prescription doesn't work either?

"This day I asked why King Huai was able to cure them, but more and more people were unable to be cured." A doctor said.

Miss Jun didn't look up, she reached out and turned over a page of medical records.

"There is no cure for the disease of acne." She said, "Medicine is just an aid. Whether it can be cured or not is actually up to fate."

Everyone lives in peace?

The doctors looked at each other.

"Miss Jun, are you saying that your medicine is useless?" One couldn't help asking.

Miss Jun stopped and raised her head.

"It can't be said that it is useless. If people are useful, they are useful. If they are useful, they are useless. They are just icing on the cake." She said.

What a mess, the doctors thought to themselves, and glanced at the water and land paintings of Buddha statues around them.

Could it be that after staying here for a long time, he has become like a buddhist?

"Someone got better." Miss Jun said, pointing to a medical case, "I think this child should be able to survive."

This was exciting news, and the doctors hurriedly gathered around to see what she was pointing at, temporarily forgetting their troubles.

"His high fever has subsided, and some abscesses have begun to scab." Miss Jun pointed.

Indeed, the horror of acne is that the sore surface does not heal, pus discharges and high fever. If the fever can be reduced and the sore surface heals, then it will really get better.

Everyone watched happily.

"He has to change the room."

"Move it tonight."

Miss Jun coughed lightly.

"Actually, no, just let him be there." She said.

There are still several critically ill people who are about to die, in case the infection gets worse...

Miss Jun shook her head.

"It's all right," she said, adding, "No."

She had the final say, otherwise, so what, the doctors stopped arguing and whispered about the patient's medical case. In the dead of night, the doctors gradually dispersed, and only Miss Jun was left in the Buddhist hall, with the lights still bright.

Chen Qi walked in from the outside with a somewhat disturbed expression.

"Is it true that your medicine doesn't work?" he asked in a low voice.

It is obvious whether the medicine will work or not, and 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 rubbed his hands with a sad expression on his face.

"What can I do?" He muttered in a low voice, "So you can't cure it either."

Miss Jun looked back at the Buddha statue in the temple.

She can't cure the acne that has already developed, and she didn't come here to cure the acne.

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Thank you little rabbit mother, Ling Xiaoqi,? The last shot? , Bingyi from the south, _momo_lina, md12 donated He Choi.

Thank you everyone.