"Report, Your Highness, some young and strong men in the city have abandoned their elderly wives and children and left the city." Prince Jin was discussing matters with Doctor Song and others when a servant came running over to report.
"After the city gates were closed, the men who were unable to leave gathered at the gates and started a riot, demanding that the soldiers guarding the city open the gates and let them out."
"Qingzhou City is in chaos right now. There are many children, women and elderly people left behind in the city with nowhere to go."
The King of Jin put down the book in his hand and shouted, "Yingyi, take the men over and guard the city gate. Anyone who dares to cause trouble again will be punished with fifty strokes of the cane!"
"Take those unattended children to the guardhouse for care."
After the others left.
Doctor Song looked up at Prince Jin and said, "Your Highness, given the current situation, we must quickly find a solution."
"Why don't we ask the little immortal for help? If the little immortal can find medicine to save the prince, perhaps he can also save the people in the city."
King Jin didn't say anything, but waved his hand and asked them to leave.
Then he took out a pen from an exquisite sandalwood box and wrote a letter on the spread-out rice paper.
Then he put the envelope back in and stuffed it into the vase.
The letter quickly passed through the vase and landed on the soft bedside.
When Grandma Ruan entered the house to check on Ruanruan, she found the letter.
It read: "Ruanruan, personally written by Ruan Jingye."
She went downstairs with the letter and said to Mr. Ruan who was sitting on the sofa, "Old man, how is Xiaogan doing now?"
"Pneumonia, but fortunately the infection is not serious. I'm currently receiving an IV drip in the hospital."
Mr. Ruan was sitting on the sofa, leisurely eating a plate of fruit. He frowned, puzzled, "He and Ruanruan are infected with the same virus."
"That's strange. When did these two kids start playing together again?"
"Why haven't I heard Ruanruan mention this before? Could it be that Zhao Chengqian came back from Africa some time ago?"
But then again, it's not surprising that someone would contract the virus after returning from Africa.
"Look at this letter. It says it's addressed to Ruanruan and Jingye, but it doesn't specify who wrote it."
"This calligraphy is really good, a bit like the fonts on the calligraphy and paintings upstairs." Old Master Ruan looked at the words above and admired them for a while.
I am even more curious about what is written inside.
Mr. Ruan opened the envelope and took out the letter inside.
After he finished reading it, he glanced at it uncertainly and saw a large signature on the back: Zhao Qian.
"This seems to be a letter written by Xiaogan's father. His family is really traditional and uses traditional Chinese characters."
"What's written on it?" asked Grandma Ruan.
"They're talking about Qingzhou City, where countless people have died due to the plague. I'm begging Ruanruan and Jingye to save the people there."
"We will ask about Zhao Chengqian's condition later." Old Master Ruan, wearing reading glasses, took a general look.
"The Zhao family is really conservative. What plague? It's the 21st century, and some people still call the flu virus a plague."
"But where is this Qingzhou? Is there such a place in Africa?"
Grandma Ruan: "Maybe it's a metaphor. The Zhao family is so conservative, they must be using Chinese language to refer to it."
"Yes, I didn't expect that their family is quite patriotic. After so many years away from home, they still stick to their old traditions."
"Take a photo of this letter and send it to Jingye." Grandma Ruan urged.
At the hospital, Ruan Jingye was sitting on the sofa in the VIP ward.
He took a look at Zhao Chengqian who was wearing an oxygen mask on the hospital bed and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, Zhao Chengqian is fine...
At this moment, the phone vibrated and Ruan Jingye opened it and took a look at the message.
It was a photo his father sent him, and the words on the photo were written in a flowing and graceful manner.
"Thank you for saving my son. A plague has broken out in Qingzhou City. Many sick and weak people, including young children, have died. Young and middle-aged people are abandoning the city... If you have a cure for this plague, please save the people of Qingzhou..."
Ruan Jingye slapped his forehead and said, "I almost forgot about this."
He originally planned to buy some special medicines for treating this type of virus from the old man and send them over.
As a result, because Zhao Chengqian came over suddenly, the matter was delayed.
He quickly called the old man.
"Hey, Dad..."
"You don't have this medicine?"
When Mr. Ruan heard him mention the virus, he knew what he was going to do. "No, we're not a pharmaceutical factory here. This is a drug from twenty years ago. You can ask your brother's company."
"Big companies have many underground factories, and they can do it immediately if you need them."
Ruan Jingye nodded. "My brother's company has one? Okay, then I'll call Special Assistant Zhou."
He immediately took out Assistant Zhou's cell phone number and asked if there was any medicine to treat that type of virus. Assistant Zhou told him that there was no stock and it could only be made on the spot.
When Ruan Jingye was making the call, he looked up and saw that Zhao Chengqian had woken up at some point and was looking at him with expectant eyes, as if waiting for him to hang up.
"Well, money is not a problem. I'm more anxious. Call me immediately when the goods are ready." Ruan Jingye continued to talk to the person on the other end.
"Okay, that's it. As for the rest, I'll contact you later."
"Are you awake? Are you feeling unwell?" He stood up and put his cell phone in his trouser pocket.
Ruan Jingye walked to the bedside and sat on the chair.
"Uncle, did you just say on the phone that there is medicine to treat the plague?"
Zhao Chengqian was a little excited, looking at Ruan Jingye with burning eyes and asked.
Although he didn't understand what virus Uncle Ruanruan was talking about, he guessed from what Uncle Ruanruan said that it was referring to the plague.
Ruan Jingye nodded and said, "Yes, we have medicine that can cure it, but it will take some time to make."
"As long as the disease can be cured, I won't wait any longer." Zhao Chengqian's eyes were filled with hope. His hand on his stomach was tightly gripping the cup. He immediately started coughing out of excitement.
Ruan Jingye patted his shoulder and said, "Don't think too much. Just have a good rest. I'll take care of this."
"Where is this?" Zhao Chengqian came back to his senses, looked around the room and asked in confusion.
"This is the ward. You are seriously ill, so we can only send you to the hospital first."
"What about Ruanruan?" Zhao Chengqian asked immediately.
"Ruanruan is fine. Her illness has been cured, but she still needs to rest for a while." Ruan Jingye poured him a glass of warm water.
" Zhao Chengqian felt guilty and remorseful when he heard this.
Ruanruan got sick when she went to his place.
When he thought of Ruanruan, he covered his mouth and coughed suddenly.
Ruan Jingye brought him a glass of water and said, "Don't be nervous. Drink some water first."
Zhao Chengqian paused, reached out to take the cup handed to him by Ruan Jingye, and took a sip of water. "Thank you."
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