"Calm down, things are not as bad as you think!" Doctor Luo shouted.
"Yes, yes, you see, the miracle doctor is still here, right? He must have a way to save us!"
"Yes, we should listen to Dr. Luo Shen. This way we might have a chance to survive."
"Doctor Luo, please think of a solution quickly." Everyone looked at Doctor Luo, placing all their hopes on him.
"Listen carefully, everyone. Do what I just said. If I can survive, then you have a chance to survive too."
"I will stay here with you." Doctor Luo Shen took a deep breath and raised his voice again.
"Yes, the prince has taken a liking to Divine Doctor Luo, so naturally he doesn't want anything to happen to him. Divine Doctor Luo is here, so what are we afraid of? I will definitely not ignore us!"
"So you must remember to protect yourself at all times."
In fact, Luo Li himself didn't have any good solution, as the disease started among the soldiers in the army.
He asked someone to bring all the books in his clinic.
He spent the whole day in the tent, checking his master's past medical practice and records related to the plague.
When the King of Jin heard the news, he immediately ordered the military camp to be sealed off and notified the people in the city to stay at home as much as possible and to cover their mouths and noses when going out.
As soon as this notice came out, the whole city fell into panic.
Prince Jin was at the mine at the time and had no plans to return to the palace. There were so many people at the mine and it was unknown whether anyone had contracted the disease.
What if he gets infected himself and passes it on to the princess and the children?
"Your Highness, this is bad. News has come from the palace that the Crown Prince has also caught fire!" The servants outside hurriedly reported loudly.
Upon hearing this, Prince Jin, clutching the white jade beads tightly in his hand, was completely unable to remain calm and suddenly stood up from his chair.
"What did you say?"
He opened the tent curtain and stared blankly at the person on the ground.
"Your Highness, there's news from the palace... saying that the Crown Prince has been infected with the plague." The servant on the ground spoke tremblingly under tremendous pressure.
"Tell someone to prepare the horses!" King Jin said loudly.
The guards around him took action immediately.
Inside the Prince of Jin's mansion, everyone wore white veils and looked nervous. When they saw the Prince of Jin coming in from outside, they immediately bowed and saluted.
"Prince, where are you with the princess?"
"My Lord, the princess is accompanying the prince in his room."
"Nonsense!" King Jin walked in with big strides with a gloomy face.
Ying Yi followed and quickly handed the veil from the servant to Prince Jin.
Prince Jin took the veil and put it on quickly. Before he walked into the yard, he saw Zhao Yong standing outside the yard crying.
"Woo woo woo..." He lay on the stone archway, peeked into the yard, and his little shoulders shrugged.
"Young Master, Young Master, the Prince is here." The guard accompanying him reminded him.
Zhao Yong finally came to his senses, turned around and looked behind him, and saw Prince Jin walking towards him.
"Father? Wuuuuuu..." He trotted over. Zhao Yong, who had never seen such a scene since he was a child, was very scared. When he saw his father coming, he wanted to seek comfort.
Unexpectedly, when he was half a meter away from King Jin, King Jin dodged sideways.
"Take Yong'er back." The cold voice of King Jin came from above his head.
Zhao Yong's heart was broken. He sobbed aggrievedly, his little mouth stretched like a crooked melon.
"Father..."
"Go back quickly and stop making trouble." King Jin reached out his hand and was about to pat his little shoulder to comfort him, but after thinking for a moment, he withdrew his hand and asked his servants to take him away.
The attendant pulled him and coaxed him, "Young Master, let's go quickly. The prince just came back from the mines, you'd better stay away. If you are also infected, the prince will be even more worried. You'd better go back quickly."
Zhao Yong lowered his head and nodded, saying gloomily, "I understand."
He knew that his father was worried about him, but he was really scared, what if something really happened to his brother.
what to do?
Zhao Yong walked towards his yard. Before he had taken a few steps, he heard the maids and servants who were cleaning the yard talking:
"This is a plague, a natural disaster. Why don't we flee Qingzhou City now? If we don't leave now, we'll be stuck if we get sick, and we'll all die here!"
"Is it as serious as you say? The prince is still here now."
"You don't understand. Whenever there's a plague, many people will die. Not to mention the prince, even the one in Bianjing is the same. Those who are infected with the disease have no hope of recovery and can only wait to die in the end."
"Especially for those who are already weak, the elderly and children, if they get infected they will die within a few days!"
"You don't understand, this is just like smallpox, you just have to endure it!"
"What nonsense are you talking about? Do you think you have the right to criticize the masters of the palace?" The servant next to him changed his expression when he heard this and shouted loudly.
"Still want to escape from the city?"
"No, sir, we were just talking. Please don't punish us!" When the servants saw Zhao Yong, they were so scared that they immediately knelt down and begged for mercy.
"We will never dare to speak nonsense again, young master, please forgive us!"
Zhao Yong lowered his head and said nothing. After a moment of silence, he held back his tears. Suddenly, he thought of something and trotted out.
"Young Master! Look at what you have done!" The guard turned his head and glared at the person on the ground, then hurriedly chased after Zhao Yong.
Zhao Yong ran to the front yard, where he happened to meet Gu Sanlang, who was looking for King Jin to discuss something, and Doctor Song, both of whom were wearing veils.
"Young Master, why are you here?" Gu Sanlang asked when he saw how anxious he was.
"Doctor Song, is my brother really beyond saving?" He did not respond to Gu Sanlang, but grabbed Doctor Song's hand as if it were the last straw, and asked.
"Can you and Doctor Luo Shen find a way to save my brother?" As he said this, his eyes turned red and tears flowed out. He sniffed and said.
Doctor Song didn't know how to answer him. This matter was serious and no one had expected it to be a plague.
"This... Young Master, it's very dangerous outside now. You should go back to the house first."
"Don't worry, we will do our best to save the prince."
He didn't dare to guarantee whether he could save the prince, and now even Doctor Luo himself was infected with the plague.
"Prince, let's go back quickly. Don't make the prince and princess worry anymore." The guard hurried over.
Zhao Yong ignored him, turned around and ran into Prince Jin's study, opened a large box, and took out a vase from it.
He placed the vase on the ground, knelt down reverently, bowed, clasped his hands together and said, "Please, little god, let me get better soon."
"Xiao Yong, please." Zhao Yong kowtowed three times on the ground.
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