At night, the whole Youzhou fell silent, but in the prefect's study, the King of Jin was still discussing matters.
There was a charcoal stove in the room, which made crackling sounds from time to time. No one spoke and the atmosphere was gloomy and depressing.
Lord Song glanced at Ying Yi who was standing next to him, and stole a glance at the Prince of Jin and his son who were sitting above.
"Your Highness, today I took people's pulses and found that many people in the city have stomachs that are as hard as stone and can't eat. If this continues, a large number of people in the city will die within three days."
"Many of these people are seriously ill and cannot eat thick porridge like ordinary people. Moreover, the symptoms of each of them are different." He bent down and said.
"So I think we can provide porridge according to the conditions of different people. For those with poor health, we can add some medicinal food into the porridge."
"But the question is, where can we find so many medicinal herbs?"
Doctor Luo Shen beside him shook his head, feeling upset, but he could only force himself to accept the reality.
"Medicinal herbs outside are now extremely hard to come by."
"The victims of the disaster in Qingzhou have been starving for several months. The whole city is full of patients. Your Highness has sent people to buy medicine. It's been more than half a month, but the medicine they received is very little."
Doctor Song and Doctor Luo were both silent. They were doctors who cured illnesses and saved lives. They treated patients and knew they could be saved, but because they had no medicine, they could only watch them die from the pain of the illness.
The atmosphere in the study was depressing, and no one spoke, and the study fell into silence.
"There's medicine."
King Jin's deep voice broke the deadlock.
"Wha…what?"
Doctor Luo Shen was unable to come to his senses and thought he had misheard.
"I said I have medicine, so all of you come with me."
Prince Jin stood up, picked up the candle on the table, walked straight out of the study, stood at the door of a room, handed the candle in his hand to Yingyi beside him, pushed open the door of the room himself, and walked in.
Under the dim candlelight, he couldn't clearly see that there were more than a dozen sacks inside. Doctor Luo walked in puzzled, opened one of the bags and looked at the sack full of medicine. He took a deep breath, suppressed his violently beating heart, and opened two more bags. The medicines inside were different.
"I... I'm not dreaming, am I?"
“Is this really a herbal medicine?”
They had searched the entire Qingzhou before and only found a few bags of medicine, about a dozen sacks of medicine.
"Your Highness...this medicine..." Doctor Luo Shen's eyes were filled with joy and confusion.
"I understand now. Your Highness, this medicine was given by the little god, right?" Doctor Song next to him was the first to react. In this desperate situation, who could have sent them so many herbs? It could only be the little god.
"The little immortal is so compassionate. Seeing so many victims suffering, he must have felt sorry for them, so he sent us the herbs!"
"What are you talking about, Doctor Song? Who is this little immortal?"
Doctor Luo was even more confused. "Are you so anxious that you've lost your mind? How could you believe such unrealistic nonsense?"
"He's right. It was the little immortal who passed these things to me through the vase."
The Prince of Jin was standing at the doorway, so the dim light couldn't reach him and the expression on his face couldn't be seen at all. However, his voice was so oppressive that it left no room for doubt.
Doctor Luo Shen crushed the angelica in his hand, put it to the tip of his nose and sniffed it. The smell was very strong.
He had been with Prince Jin for several years. Although he knew Prince Jin's character and knew that he would never talk nonsense about such a thing, even though he believed it in his heart, he still felt that it was a bit outrageous without actually seeing him.
"The little immortal has helped us several times. When Ying Qi, the prince, and I were almost starving on the road, the little immortal gave us food and medicine to stabilize the princess's condition. The last time the princess's condition relapsed, it was the little immortal who came to stabilize her."
Doctor Song knew that he would not believe it easily.
Doctor Luo particularly hates theories about ghosts and gods. His parents and relatives believed in these things, which led to their illnesses, but they refused to seek medical treatment or take medicine, and they died early.
Later, the government investigated and found out that many people in their village had been deceived. Some people used gods and Buddhas to deceive ordinary people and make huge fortunes.
"Then...was that medicine given by the little immortal?"
Doctor Luo Shen raised his eyes. Ever since he took the princess's pulse, he had always wanted to know who had stabilized the princess's condition and made the medicine.
"Yes, you have seen it before. It's the little girl that His Royal Highness Prince Jin is holding. She is the little fairy who helps us."
"We in Qingzhou have food thanks to the little immortal!" Doctor Song said loudly.
It was at this time that Doctor Luo Shen realized a problem!
From that day on, he never saw the little girl again, as if she had disappeared.
"Is she really a little fairy?"
Such a heavyweight news exploded directly in Doctor Luo Shen's mind.
"Then our Qingzhou is saved!"
The presence of the little god means that they have a way out and more to rely on, instead of being at a loss as before, with no one to help them and no one to turn to for help.
Doctor Luo Shen felt regretful and only saw the soft side.
"So that's the little fairy, why didn't you tell me earlier?"
"We can't tell anyone about this. If someone with ulterior motives gets to know about it, will there still be hope for Qingzhou?" Doctor Song asked back.
Naturally, the fewer people who know about this, the better.
If other people knew about it, it would not only bring trouble to the little gods, but also bring disaster to them, with unimaginable consequences.
"How long can these herbs last?" asked King Jin.
Doctor Luo Shen thought for a while and said, "These herbs have excellent medicinal properties and can last for about three or four days." There were too many people in the city who were suffering from famine and illness, but there were too many things.
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