The plague in Zhenguan is finally cured

Qi Xuanheng restrained his cynical attitude, and with a rare serious expression, he instructed Yue Hong.

"If the Chu army gets there first and finds Zhan Chengyin, kill him immediately."

"If the Chu army interrogates him about the gods or any treasures, kill them all!"

His eyes were cold and murderous, looking at Ling Xiaofeng and his two sons at the front of the Chu army.

"Since we in the Great Qi can't get it, we won't let the Chu army get it."

"It's better to destroy it than to let the Chu State improve its strength."

Yue Hong half-knelt and kowtowed, his left hand on his right chest, and bowed his head and said: "I will do my best to do it."

"Well, Zhan Chengyin is infected with the plague, and he can't survive alone. Let's find the gods first."

"Yes, my lord."

Yue Hong withdrew and called the trusted people to make arrangements.

He told the fifty members of the assassination team that they didn't need to attack the city, but just keep an eye on Ling Xiaofeng, Ling Yunzhe, and Ling Shichen...

If they found anything unusual about the three, they would assassinate them on the spot at any cost.

Ling Xiaofeng also saw Yue Hong's movements, and he glanced at them with indifference and disdain.

He never took Qi seriously.

Qi ranked second in national strength, second only to Chu.

But in his eyes, it was not worth mentioning!

He could crush Qi at any time if he wanted to.

If it weren't for Qi's sufficient military strength, Qi Xuanheng would have no chance to get a share of Zhenguan.

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Under the city wall, the generals of Chu and Qi have begun to plan to divide Zhenguan.

Even the next step is to attack the town where Xu Huai is.

They want to treat the 100,000 soldiers under Xu Huai as food.

Whether it is Zhenguan or Tongguan where Xu Huai is stationed... they are already in their pockets.

An hour passed, and it was twelve o'clock noon. There were fewer and fewer soldiers on the city wall.

Many people began to have a high fever.

Even several soldiers began to feel unwell.

Chen Kui, who was full of energy, stood in the corner of the city wall, hunched over and coughed continuously.

He coughed and cursed.

"Damn it, this plague spreads so quickly. It's only been one morning and I'm infected."

"The Chinese medicine I drank seems to be useless. My head is dizzy and my limbs are weak. I feel so uncomfortable."

He was so uncomfortable that he wanted to go to Song Yunhui to ask for an ibuprofen capsule.

Song Yunhui and Zhan Chengyin both tried the medicine.

They were staying in the meeting room to see the effect of the medicine.

Zhan Chengyin sat at the top, supporting the table with his elbows, his handsome eyebrows and eyes were closed, and he had fallen asleep lightly.

Song Yunhui still had a headache, but it was much better than before, and his body temperature had subsided.

He took out a thermometer and measured his body temperature.

Just now, the high fever was 39.5 degrees, and now it is 37.8 degrees, from fever to low fever.

Although it cannot completely cure the plague, it can reduce fever.

The medicine is useful!

Most people infected with the plague died of high fever.

If the high fever does not develop, the plague infection will not be too serious, at least it will not be fatal!

Song Yunhui suddenly laughed out loud, crazy.

"It's cured, Zhenguan is saved!"

"Haha, this medicine can save people!"

Chen Kui came in and found Song Yunhui laughing wildly.

He muttered in a low voice: "Is there any other symptoms of this plague? Why is Doctor Song crazy?"

Song Yunhui saw Chen Kui's face flushed, his forehead was sweating, there were bloodshot eyes, and he kept coughing at the corners of his mouth.

"Are you infected? Come on, take medicine!"

He broke a pill and stuffed it into Chen Kui's mouth.

Chen Kui was about to spit out the medicine when he was forced to drink water.

If Song Yunhui was not a patient and there were many soldiers who needed his treatment, Chen Kui wanted to throw him off the city wall.

He wanted to take the same medicine as Zhan Chengyin.

At least, the medicine Zhan Chengyin took would only make people sleepy!

He swallowed it, snorted coldly, and continued to patrol with his weapon.

Just as he reached the door, Song Yunhui called him, "Come back!"

He turned around and said unhappily, "What? Do you want to feed me medicine again?"

"This medicine is useful. My fever has gone down. You arrange soldiers to have everyone with a high fever in the city swallow one pill each."

"The medicine can't cure the plague, but it can reduce the fever. As long as the fever goes down, the life is saved!" Just as Song Yunhui finished speaking, the little medicine boy who delivered medicine to the two children came back to report.

The little guy was eight years old, with a chubby face, and his face had just flushed.

Now his face has returned to normal.

He happily ran into the meeting room and shouted happily: "Master, Master, the two children who were on the verge of death have woken up."

"They are saved!"

Song Yunhui quickly pulled the little guy in and held him by his side. He touched his forehead with his fingers and found that the temperature was even lower than his hand.

His fever has gone down!

"Disciple, have you taken the medicine?"

The little medicine boy took out a plate of ibuprofen and waved it in front of Song Yunhui.

"Master, after I took this medicine, I took a nap in my brother and sister's room. When I woke up, my headache was gone and I felt much better."

"By the way, they took the same medicine as me. Now they can drink water and eat some thin porridge."

"Doctor Lin went to see them just now. Doctor Lin knelt on the ground and shouted to God to open his eyes. Our Zhenguan epidemic is finally saved!"

Chen Kui immediately took back the leg he had sold and asked the little medicine boy.

"Is this medicine so effective?"

The little medicine boy nodded like pounding garlic. "It's true, General. Look, my fever has gone down now."

Chen Kui and Song Yunhui smiled at each other, and they were immediately happy.

Chen Kui murmured to himself, "we are saved, Zhenguan is saved!"

"Thanks to the gods... Otherwise, with a large army in front and plague rampant in the back, Zhenguan would be dead anyway."

"I never expected that the effect of this medicine would be so fast. The little medicine boy left for no more than two hours, and the fever actually subsided!"

At this time, Zhan Chengyin was awakened by the loud and excited conversation of several people. He opened his eyes faintly and looked at them with dark pupils.

"What's wrong?"

Chen Kui happily sat next to Zhan Chengyin, "The little medicine boy tried the antipyretic medicine, and it's all gone now!"

He pulled the medicine boy to Zhen Yao's side and saw that his face returned to normal.

Just now, he trotted up to the tower, and there was still some sweat on his forehead.

This is normal!

He also took out a few candies from his arms and stuffed them into the little medicine boy's hands.

Candies are extremely precious in Zhenguan, so he didn't dare to accept them. He looked at Song Yunhui cautiously.

Song Yunhui nodded and said to him, "Take it. Thank General Chen Kui."

The child immediately smiled sweetly, revealing his cute little tiger teeth.

"Thank you, General Chen Kui!"

Song Yunhui said, "Distribute the medicine immediately. It's not too late to eat it now."

They can also gamble again. The King of Mobei will lead the barbarian army to the scene and will not launch an attack on the city immediately.

There will definitely be negotiations between the two countries of Chu and Qi.

They will divine the right time, place and people, and choose a suitable time to attack the city.

As long as they delay a little longer, they can buy more time for Zhenguan.

Zhan Chengyin immediately ordered, "Chen Kui, dispatch a thousand people to distribute all the medicine."

"Make sure everyone with a high fever can eat. If there are not enough people, the people will participate and receive a pound of food a day as a reward."

Chen Kui immediately responded, "Yes, General!"