Eighty-three Disease diagnosis

Huangfu Haoxuan saw that Lan Yelei was in silence. It seemed that it was very effective to mention the past.

These things were all what he heard Shen Xuanxi say to him.

At that time, he thought that Lan Yelei and Chen Peishan met really romantic.

"Yes, General Lan, those sick people are in Ganye Temple, so pitiful. Yesterday I went to see Xuan Xi and I, there were not enough herbs there and there were not enough doctors. We invited some doctors to come over, but there were still some Many people died without healing.”

Huangfu Haoxuan's face dimmed. As the prince of a country, it is his responsibility to save the people, but he is powerless.

"Crown Prince, don't worry, I'll go to Ganye Temple with Pei Shan. Leave the sick people to us. We have been treated before and have experience. Where can I come? Prepare a carriage." Lan Yelei looked outside and waited for the guards. shouted loudly.

"Mom, I want to go too, and I want to help you too." Lan Ruoqing was so happy to see her mother easily resolve the crisis.

"Ruoqing, no, the plague can be contagious." Chen Peishan stopped him.

"Mom, you and Dad are not afraid, what am I afraid of? Mom, just take me with you. I really want to help you." Lan Ruoqing said sincerely.

"Pei Shan, let her see and let her see those poor people so that she can cherish her current life." Lan Yelei saw that Lan Ruoqing was so persistent, so he followed her.

"Okay, then you have to follow your mother all the time. Xuanxi, follow me to Yixinzhai and get some suitable herbs." Seeing that Chen Peishan could not resist Lan Ruoqing, she had to agree.

"Mom, I'll go too." Seeing that Chen Peishan agreed, Lan Ruoqing followed Shen Peishan happily.

When Huangfu Haoxuan saw Lan Ruoqing accompanying him, he followed closely, "Uncle Master, I'll go too."

Everyone started to be busy and did what they could do, but no one remembered that there was a Chen Aoshan in the corner.

Her eyes looked like she could really kill people at this moment!

***

Ganye Temple.

Master Yiwen was busy with trouble. This time, there were much more people suffering from the plague than fourteen years ago.

That time, there was a goddess doctor, a general with more than a dozen military doctors, and a large number of herbs.

This time, although two young men sent a lot of herbs and several doctors yesterday, it was far from enough.

A little novice monk ran from a distance and said panting: "Abbot, General Lan from the General's Mansion, came to the temple with his wife and a dozen military doctors."

"Really!" Yi Wen was overjoyed, "Amitabha, good! Good! Donor Lan and Mrs. Lan are really nobles in my temple."

After saying that, Master Yiwen ran outside the temple gate without caring about his solemn image in the eyes of the monks.

"General Lan, Mrs. Lan, it's great that you can come." Seeing Huangfu Haoxuan and Shen Xuanxi behind Chen Peishan, "It turns out that the two donors and General Lan know each other. Thank you very much for sending those sent by the two donors yesterday. The medicinal materials and doctors have now treated half of the patients, but most of the people are still suffering from the illness.”

"Master Yiwen, take us to see." Everyone said nothing and quickly devoted themselves to the healing work.

No one had a close eye all night, and the weather was still very cold. Some people were lying in the hall, and some were more sick. Master Yiwen arranged them in the wing room. Chen Peishan and the military doctors treated one by one and prescribed medicine. No one is idle when making medicine, pounding medicine, boiling medicine.

Lan Ruoqing, Huangfu Haoxuan, and Shen Xuanxi did not understand pharmacology, so he helped pound medicine and boil the medicine. It was dawn and the last patient was diagnosed.

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