Chapter 190 You are not curing the disease, you are killing people!
"She?" The people in the tent looked at each other.
Without bothering to explain further, Song Yanxi said directly: "Where is the place where the medicine is boiled? Take me there immediately."
The little beggar was frightened by her serious look and quickly stood up from the ground and said, "I'll take you there!"
As if he was frightened, he kept saying along the way that his brother no longer felt any pain after drinking the medicine and had been groaning and unable to sleep. He looked more energetic, but was still lying there unable to get up.
He even went out of his way to explain: "My brother used to be very clean. I just went out to find something to eat and didn't have time to change his pants."
Listening to his words, Song Yanxi felt even more depressed.
The result of her pulse diagnosis just now was not good.
His brother seemed to be in good spirits, but in fact, he had been hollowed out by the hunger and cold over the years, and his pulse was so weak that it was almost undetectable.
Even if you take good care of it, it will only last for two months at most.
But when she looked at his face just now, it was obvious that someone had used strong medicine to forcibly boost his spirits, making him look like a dying man despite being at the end of his strength.
He should have lived for two or three months, but after all this, he could barely last three days.
Listening to the little beggar's mumbling, Song Yanxi didn't know how to answer his question about whether his brother would be able to go out in a few days.
"Look, it's right there." The little beggar led Song Yanxi to a corner and pointed to a pile of medicine residue on the ground to show her.
Song Yanxi walked quickly forward, squatted down, dug out the pile of medicine residue, and carefully checked each medicine and dosage.
Seeing the residue of one of the herbs, she couldn't help but murmur, "Sure enough..."
Zhuang Shihan's sinister voice sounded behind her, "What? Are you quitting your job as a military doctor and becoming a thief?"
Song Yanxi stood up and turned to look at her with anger in her eyes, "You are also a doctor, and you keep saying that you are the successor of the Divine Doctor Valley. Don't you know this medicine..."
"What's wrong with this medicine?" Zhuang Shihan interrupted her coldly.
She said with disdain, "Song Yanxi, you're such a funny person. You want to snatch everything from me. Do you have to come over and taste the saltiness of my water even when I drink it?"
"you!"
"Are you a fake fairy sister?" the little beggar screamed.
Without waiting for Song Yanxi to explain, he turned around and shouted, "Hurry up, someone is bullying Sister Fairy!"
As soon as they finished speaking, many beggars rushed over and blocked the two of them in a corner.
Zhuang Shihan no longer had the arrogance she had before. Instead, she said angrily, as if she had been wronged, "There's no need to waste your time on me. It's just a pile of medicinal residue. I can't find anything useful."
Unexpectedly, she actually bit back, trying to lead everyone to misunderstand that she wanted to steal her skills. Song Yanxi immediately rebuked her:
"These medicines can't cure their illness at all. You're not treating them, you're killing them!"
As soon as these words were spoken, the surroundings fell silent for a moment.
But before Song Yanxi could explain the properties of those medicines, someone shouted, "She must be that bastard princess who bullied Princess Shihan. She imitates everything she does and even covers her face when she does it!"
"This disease is contagious. People who are not infected need to cover their faces with cotton cloth..." Song Yanxi was halfway through her explanation when she suddenly thought of something.
She looked at Zhuang Shihan, who was watching coldly, and asked angrily, "You didn't even tell them this?"
If she used those remedies that only treated the symptoms and not the root cause in order to stabilize the people's hearts and prevent so many people from causing trouble and getting out of control, although she did not agree, she understood.
After all, the people in the border town are not just beggars.
But she had never told these people even the most basic protection.
Isn't she afraid that some of them have not been infected with the epidemic before?
What exactly does she want to do?
"Stop talking nonsense here and get out of here!"
"You are sick, your whole family is sick. You don't have the ability to keep a man, and you only know how to bully Princess Shihan. What kind of ability is that?"
"We all got better after taking Princess Shihan's medicine. It's almost like you're the one who wants to kill people. How have we offended you?"
"No one should bully Sister Fairy!"
The little beggar who had led the way just now found a stone from somewhere and threw it hard at Song Yanxi.
Song Yanxi dodged sideways quickly and was about to explain when she saw many more people picking up stones.
They all had ferocious looks on their faces and stared at her as if they wanted to eat her.
In them, Song Yanxi actually saw the shadow of the cruel and vicious person her grandfather had described.
She knew that it was impossible to communicate with them.
Now what I should think about is how to get out of this situation smoothly.
Last night, Song Yanxi was so focused on saving people that she put some medicines in her bag, with only a bottle of knockout drug that could barely be used for self-defense.
But this bottle of medicine is obviously far from enough.
Song Yanxi calmly moved her hand to her waist. Where the needle bag used to be placed, there was a small and exquisite dagger.
Mo Jinchuan stuffed it into her hands on the way.
At that time, her hand just touched the needle bag, and she was about to give him a shot to knock him out while he wasn't paying attention.
She originally thought that she didn't need this item for self-defense when treating patients, but unexpectedly, his words really came true.
Just as the beggars were about to take action, Zhuang Shihan, who was standing aside watching the show, suddenly took a few quick steps and stood in front of Song Yanxi.
The beggars were shocked and angry, and shouted at her to move aside.
"It's not worth it for the princess to do this kind of thing!"
What kind of person?
Song Yanxi felt particularly disgusted when she saw Zhuang Shihan, who had clearly been the one to deliberately provoke the fight but then hypocritically jumped out to defend herself.
In a voice only the two of them could hear, she asked, "Aren't you tired of pretending like this all day long?"
Zhuang Shihan's body stiffened slightly, and she turned to look at her, the look in her eyes seamlessly changing to one of complacency.
She leaned forward slightly and asked, "Does this feeling of being misunderstood by everyone feel good?"
Song Yanxi looked at her coldly without saying a word.
There was no trace of panic on her face, and Zhuang Shihan felt bored, and her eyes couldn't help but show a little pity.
She said, "Actually, sometimes I really understand Brother Feng. If it were me, facing such a dull and boring lady who only cares about rules all day long, I might just want to die."
She asked Song Yanxi, "Do you know what Brother Feng said to me when he was nearly killed by an arrow?"
She smiled, lowered her voice and spoke to herself, "He said that his only regret in this life was that he couldn't give me the title of legal wife, and the thing he regretted most was that he promised you his whole life when he was young and ignorant and didn't understand what love was.
Brother Feng also said that the Lin family has treated you well in the past two years, and the two of us have done our best for you.
When he returns to the capital this time, he will personally deliver a letter of divorce to the Yongchuan Marquis's residence and set you free."
For a woman from aristocratic family, reputation before marriage and love from her husband after marriage are the whole meaning of life.
Zhuang Shihan's words were truly heartbreaking.
Because she knew very well that with Song Huai'en's indifference to Yan Qing and her daughter, once Song Yanxi was divorced and sent home, he would only give her a cup of poisoned wine or a three-foot white silk.
Anyone with a thin skin would be unable to bear the humiliation and cry with their hands covering their face just by listening to her words, and would wish they could just bang their heads against their bodies and die.
But when Song Yanxi looked at Zhuang Shihan, she suddenly smiled.
Zhuang Shihan frowned, "What are you laughing at?"
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