"I see, Hao... Guard?" He looked at Di Jingling, his words clearly tinged with mockery.

To everyone's surprise, Di Jingling didn't see anything wrong with it at all. Instead, he snorted twice and expressed his disdain with his expression.

After all, the mask covered his face.

Xiao Tang covered her mouth.

[That's hilarious! You're complaining about others being idle, like the pot calling the kettle black?]

To be fair, in the 31st century, the citrus family has already diversified into thousands of varieties, and navel oranges have become obsolete.

Qi Chen led them to their resting tent. Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly stopped.

"Your Highness, are you the only one who came this time? Weren't there supposed to be other doctors?"

Qi Chen knew Xiao Tang's abilities.

He had heard of them all.

But……

Xiao Tang alone probably couldn't solve the problem of so many refugees...

Xiao Tang was also a little curious. With her arms crossed, she asked leisurely, "What's the matter? Is there a problem with those refugees?"

Judging from Qi Chen's appearance, are these refugees acting strangely?

Following Xiao Tang's question, Di Jingling also looked at him.

Before he came, he had also received a message from Qi Chen via carrier pigeon about the situation of the refugees here.

The imperial court sent officials to resolve the refugee issue more than once, but without exception, they all contracted... disease.

right!

Qi Chen told Xiao Tang to rest first, probably so that she could prepare herself mentally.

"Yes, some refugees have contracted a strange disease, some refugees have only suffered external injuries, and some doctors have also been infected, though it is unknown where they contracted it."

“Frostbite is just an external injury, which can still be treated, but this strange disease… no one dares to touch it.”

Good evening! ! ! !