"Gone? It's really gone?"
"You can actually cure him?"
The villagers who were watching from the courtyard wall immediately erupted in uproar.
They all rushed towards Xiao Zhuang's house.
"Fairy Maiden, Fairy Maiden, please save us!"
"My father is also bedridden. Please, Fairy, come to my house first."
"Why should I go to your house? My mother is eighty years old. Hold on a little longer, you fairy, go to my house first."
Qinghui and Lidou stood in front, and the soldiers also formed a human wall.
The doctor carried his medicine box into the main hall to take the pulses of the two elderly people.
He still couldn't believe that this person, who was on the verge of death from the plague, could be brought back to life in just a few moments.
Xiao Zhuang was still sweating profusely, his legs were weak, and he staggered as he shouted to the crowd.
"My wife and sister haven't been treated yet, so don't try to take them from me."
The villagers were unhappy when they heard this.
"Xiao Zhuang, that's not how it works. The village chief sent you to invite the fairy to save the whole village. How can you hoard her and refuse to treat us?"
“That’s right. You can’t be so selfish. The village chief said that the money for this medical treatment was raised by the whole village. You have no right to cling to the living Buddha.”
The scene became increasingly chaotic.
At this moment, the doctor took the pulse and came out, but his expression remained very serious.
"Stop shouting, all of you. There is no Bodhisattva descending to earth to give you free elixirs. Even if she can help you get rid of the plague, the medicine will be extremely expensive to cure your illnesses afterward. It will cost at least fifty taels of silver per person."
Upon hearing this, everyone stopped arguing.
Fifty taels?
Nobody has that much spare money.
Are we really just going to wait to die?
The doctor sighed.
"It's already a blessing that you're not infected; at least your village is safe. As for the cost of medicine..."
Jiang Qingwan took out a prescription from her bosom and handed it over.
"Do you think this prescription could be replaced?"
The doctor reached out and took it.
"The plague has damaged the body's foundation. If we replace those precious medicinal herbs, it will probably be of no use at all..."
His words came to an abrupt end.
He stared at the prescription with wide eyes, reading it over and over again, his face flushed with excitement.
"This...this prescription is so ingenious? Could it be...could it be the work of the divine physician Luo Tian? No one in the world but him could have such a brilliant idea."
Jiang Qingwan nodded.
"When the Ninth Prince learned of the plague, he purchased it from the divine physician at a high price, hoping it could save the lives of the people."
The villagers did not know the legendary healer Luo Tian, but they did know the Ninth Prince of the current dynasty.
Upon hearing this, they all knelt on the ground.
"Your Highness is benevolent, may Your Highness live a thousand years."
Zheng Qing, carrying a bucket of water, stood outside the crowd. Hearing all this, he felt his heart surge with emotion and his eyes were filled with relief.
He knew very well that he had come in a hurry and that the prescription was not given by Mo Yunhan at all.
Some people want to drag Mo Yunhan into the mud, wishing they could throw all the world's filth at him.
This woman, however, protected him time and time again.
He suddenly felt an urge to break Mo Yunhan's legs if he ever let this woman down.
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