In the early morning, Guanghua Temple was shrouded in mist. There were no swarms of pilgrims, and no monks ringing bells for morning prayers. It looked like a fairyland, with an ethereal atmosphere.

People standing in it feel like they don't know where they are for a moment, and at the same time, they feel like they are floating in the air.

The silence was broken by a loud cry, the cry was so sharp, as if someone was being tortured, making people feel creepy.

Chen Qi's feeling of cultivating immortality disappeared instantly.

"It starts again." He said to himself, "The paradise turns into hell."

After this cry started, another cry rang out, the wailing of older children and the screaming of younger children instantly enveloped the entire Guanghua Temple. Even though Chen Qi had been listening to it for a few days, he couldn't stand it anymore and hurriedly plugged his ears with a cloth.

The noise in the back hall was even louder. Not only the children were crying, but the adults were crying too.

Three children of different ages were lying on the three beds in the room. Although there were only three children, there were more than a dozen people standing in the room, making it seem crowded and cramped.

There were four or five people standing in front of each bed, three of them holding the children and two doctors busying themselves.

The room was filled with a strong smell of medicine and alcohol.

Miss Jun was among them, covering her mouth and nose, and wiping the wound on the child's body with a piece of cotton cloth with a focused expression. On the other side, there was a doctor doing the same thing. Next to them was a medicine bowl filled with black medicine juice that also smelled strongly of alcohol.

Every time the cotton cloth dipped in the medicine fell on the acne, the child being held down would cry louder and twist his body violently. Three adults could hardly hold him down, which shows how severe the pain was.

"It's incurable. It's incurable."

Finally, a woman's desperate cry was heard in the room. She pushed away the doctors who were surrounding the bed like a madman, rushed over, hugged the child tightly, and burst into tears.

"We won't treat him. He'd be better off dead than alive for such a crime."

Miss Jun was pushed aside, and another doctor also stood aside. No one said anything, just looked at the woman.

This is not the first time this has happened.

The loud crying here did not affect the other two beds. Although the family members there were already in tears, they gritted their teeth and held their children tightly. The two doctors continued to steadily and mercilessly wipe the cotton wool on the acne of the children, and the crying became louder and louder.

The woman at the bedside gradually lost her strength amid the crying. She looked at the child in her arms who was breathing rapidly with his mouth open, and at his swollen, pus-filled face. The child's face had turned red and black, and it was no longer possible to recognize his original appearance.

The woman reached out and touched the child's face.

Although acne mostly occurs in children, adults can also be infected, but the condition is not as serious. In addition, the symptoms of acne are terrifying, so no one except parents dares to get close to the patient, let alone touch the patient's face.

The child got smallpox and even the family members were afraid and avoided him. No doctor was willing to see him, so he was trapped in a room and waited to die.

Now someone has cured him and someone is willing to give it a try.

The woman raised her hand to wipe her tears, sat up straight and held the child's shoulders.

"Okay, doctor, please." She said in a hoarse voice.

The two men who had stood aside also stepped forward and held the child down again. The child was already familiar with this move and immediately started crying.

Children are children. They don’t understand the pain of life or the sorrow of death.

Miss Jun and the doctor didn't say anything and continued to repeat their previous actions.

Compared to the hellish howling of ghosts and wolves here, the other row of houses is quieter, but not relaxing either.

"Sanniu, drink quickly, keep drinking." A woman supported a half-grown child who had his eyes closed and seemed to be unaware, and urged him while crying, and handed the bowl of medicine in her hand to his mouth.

The child didn't move.

"Fuck it, drink it." said the man next to him.

The woman helped the child stand up a little more and poured the medicine into his mouth. The child was still swallowing consciously, but he was no longer strong enough and was twitching from the sting.

The woman cried even harder when she saw this.

The doctor came over and looked at the bowl of medicine.

"Wait an hour before continuing to use the medicine." He instructed as he took out a bowl. Unlike the wailing room over there, there was no strong smell of alcohol here, but instead a slight sweet fragrance.

This medicine bowl is filled with honey.

The doctor used cotton cloth dipped in honey to wipe the acne on the child's face, but the child did not cry out because the stimulation of the honey was very weak, or perhaps because the child was already dying and unconscious.

…

"Doctor Jiang, you haven't heard that Guanghua Temple is just like the prison in Beizhen Fusi, it's terrible." A doctor said with a look of dissatisfaction and sympathy.

"Everyone down the mountain was scared and ran away. They all had nightmares after hearing it." Another person followed suit.

"Does it have to be so scary to treat acne?" Jiang Youshu frowned and asked, "How did she treat it?"

The imperial doctors looked at each other.

"How else can it be treated? Use the honey and hemp method. She took so much honey and cimicifuga, so naturally this is how they are used." said an imperial physician.

"He also ordered a lot of wine." Another imperial physician added.

"Wine is used to ward off evil spirits," said another imperial physician.

Strong liquor and lime are often used for this purpose. They are also used to bury dead patients to prevent the spread of diseases.

Everyone nodded.

"Did a lot of people die?" Jiang Youshu noticed this and asked.

"It should be quite a few." said an imperial physician.

Jiang Youshu frowned.

"What do you mean by should?" he asked, and thought of what the imperial physician had said before, saying that he had heard something like this and that happened in Guanghua Temple. "Didn't you go and see it with your own eyes?"

The imperial doctors looked at each other with embarrassed expressions.

"You don't know yet, sir," they said.

Ever since that day when Miss Jun instigated the Jinyiwei to come to the Imperial Hospital and cause a scene, although Jiang Youshu did not allow anyone to file a complaint, he took sick leave and went home to rest for two days.

This way it can serve as evidence when you talk about it in the future, and it will appear that you are being tolerant and evasive.

"Lu Qianhu is also in Guanghua Temple, and no outsiders are allowed in or out." A royal doctor said, "Even our car delivering medicinal materials was not allowed in, and someone from inside came out to meet the car."

Therefore, they could only guess what was going on in the temple by listening.

Lu Yunqi actually took people there? Jiang Youshu frowned. Is he that free?

Of course he was not so idle, so he sealed that place off and put it under strict control, so that outsiders would not know the specific situation inside, and he could add to it at will when convicting people in the future. This was indeed the consistent style of the Imperial Guard.

Jiang Youshu nodded, that must be the case.

…

"Miss, please sit down quickly. The water will be ready soon. Please eat something first."

Liu'er surrounded Miss Jun and spoke hurriedly.

Miss Jun was indeed tired, so she just sat down on the futon in the corridor.

Liu'er went to bring over another bowl of ginseng soup.

"Is this ours or..." Miss Jun asked.

Liu'er giggled.

"Of course it's from the Imperial Hospital," she said. "The Emperor said that any medicinal herbs can be used freely, so Chen Qi asked for some ginseng and deer antlers and other things so that the young lady and the doctors could replenish their bodies. Chen Qi said that this was also a cure."

Miss Jun smiled, but suddenly her smile froze and she looked in one direction. Liu'er also looked over and her face suddenly fell.

Lu Yunqi was standing under the small hanging flower gate, looking at Miss Jun with his hands behind his back.

"This guy is so annoying, why is he here again?" Liu'er said.

"Didn't he say that he was following the emperor's order to strictly observe the Guanghua Temple?" Miss Jun said as she lowered her eyes and slowly drank the ginseng soup, her brows still furrowed.

This person is really haunting us.

My actions and words that day had such a great effect.

Big ones are annoying.

Sometimes she couldn't control her temper and wanted to yell at him, "Don't look at me like that."

The gaze that was falling on her suddenly moved away, and at the same time, there were footsteps. Miss Jun looked up and saw that Lu Yunqi seemed to be pushed away a few steps and stood in the yard. Another person stood under the hanging flower gate.

Zhu Zan.

Why is he here too?

Miss Jun couldn't help but smile as she looked at him.