Lu Yunqi's gaze fell on Miss Jun again. Seeing her smile, he remained expressionless.

"Guanghua Temple has strict discipline," he said.

Although he did not turn around, these words were naturally addressed to Zhu Zan.

Zhu Zan didn't even look at him, but raised his eyebrows as he stood under the hanging flower gate.

"Give up on me. Am I stupid enough to give you an excuse to arrest me?" he said. "I am here on orders too."

Lu Yunqi looked at him, but someone spoke before him.

"What is your order?" Miss Jun asked.

"To make up for one's crime and make up for one's mistakes." Zhu Zan said.

Miss Jun chuckled.

He almost forgot that he was still a criminal, but he didn't expect that this criminal record was so useful. He could use the excuse of being a criminal to do whatever he wanted, and he could also use the excuse of being a criminal to do nothing.

"What are you laughing at?" Zhu Zan said, looking at Miss Jun's serious expression, "How can you still laugh?"

Miss Jun watched him drink the ginseng soup.

"What?" she said.

Zhu Zan pointed behind him.

"How many people have died now? Are you here to treat illnesses?" he said with a sullen face.

When he looked sullen, his expression was serious and scary, and his words were also scary.

The atmosphere in the yard stagnated. Liu'er, who was usually fearless, clenched her hands, and at the same time felt a little strange in her heart.

Although this Prince of Chengguo was not a very kind person, he was still better than Lu Yunqi. After all, when Lu Yunqi wanted to bully the young lady, he was the one who protected her.

But why did he say this today?

No matter how you think about it, it should be Lu Yunqi who said this. After all, Lu Yunqi is determined to deal with Miss Fu, and failing to provide adequate treatment is the biggest crime.

Why is the Prince of Chengguo coming to question?

A man who is guilty? Could it be that he wants to make meritorious deeds to atone for his crime and to make meritorious deeds by catching the young lady at fault?

Liu'er suddenly became angry and glared at Zhu Zan.

Miss Jun was neither angry nor afraid, but nodded and sighed.

"Yes, a lot of people died." She said, sat down again and put the bowl of soup down.

The yard was quiet for a moment.

Is that the answer?

Liu'er stood there in a daze.

Zhu Zan walked over a few steps and looked at her with frowned brows.

"What on earth are you doing?" he asked again.

Miss Jun looked at him and smiled.

"I'm trying to figure it out, don't worry," she said.

Zhu Zan glared and took another step forward.

"Who's worried?" he said. "How do you know I'm worried about you?"

Miss Jun looked up at him and smiled.

"No," she said, and stopped smiling and said seriously, "I didn't say you should worry about me. I said you don't have to worry about these sick children. I will try my best to find a solution."

Tsk tsk, look at how dishonest this guy is.

Zhu Zan narrowed his eyes and looked at her, then sneered.

"You'd better hurry up. Once everyone here is dead, the people who come here won't be so obedient to come to this temple." He said, "They won't believe you and will cause chaos. Then the situation will be out of your control."

Miss Jun said "Oh".

"I see," she said.

Zhu Zan glared at her, flicked his sleeves, turned around and strode away.

He walked to the door and stopped again, and it seemed that only then he noticed Lu Yunqi standing beside him.

"Master Lu, let's go," he said. "Don't keep an eye on her now. She can't run away."

Lu Yunqi looked at him, turned around and walked out without saying a word.

Zhu Zan followed closely behind.

Silence returned to the yard.

"It seems that Lord Lu is really afraid of the Prince of Chengguo." Liu Er said in a relaxed tone, but when she thought of the Prince of Chengguo's questioning, she became unhappy, "He is not a good person either."

Miss Jun smiled.

"It's okay, don't worry." She said, standing up, "I'll go wash up first."

At night, the lights of Guanghua Temple were on, and it seemed much more lively than the temples of the past. However, there were also many cries, which were very pervasive in the dark night.

"Another one died?"

In a room, two soldiers with their mouths and noses covered carried out a corpse, followed by the family members who were crying so hard that they could not straighten their backs.

"What's going on? Didn't they say it can be cured?" the woman cried.

"It's like this, the disease is too serious and you came too late," said a doctor.

The woman was about to say something but swallowed it back and followed the corpse crying.

The body could not be taken back, so it was burned and buried on the spot behind Guanghua Temple.

The crying sound spread all the way in the night.

The doctor stood still.

"Doctor Wang, it's getting late. You should go and have a rest and eat something." Chen Qi said.

Doctor Wang came to his senses and seemed too tired to speak. He nodded to Chen Qi and walked away.

Oil lamps and torches were also lit in the Buddhist temple, making the interior as bright as day.

Many doctors gathered in the room, talking in low voices. When they saw Doctor Wang come in, someone asked him to sit down quickly.

Doctor Wang waved his hand and walked straight to Miss Jun, who was looking down at the medical records of the past few days.

"Miss Jun, there doesn't seem to be any improvement in your condition," he said.

These words brought silence to the hall, and the doctors who were talking in low voices all looked over with complicated expressions.

Old Doctor Feng coughed lightly.

"It's still short," he said.

But this time he was interrupted.

"Doctor Feng, smallpox is very severe and can kill people in seven days." A doctor said with a slightly red face, "When it comes to treating this disease, there is no such thing as a short time."

These words made Doctor Feng silent.

“Yes, more and more people are dying these days.”

"Some people have begun to question why the King was able to be cured."

Several other doctors followed suit, looking at Miss Jun with an anxious look on her face.

"Why are many people's conditions still getting worse after using Miss Jun's wine-soaked Cimicifuga?" said a doctor.

Is it possible that Miss Jun’s new prescription doesn’t work?

"Today, more and more people are asking why King Huai can cure diseases while they cannot," said a doctor.

Miss Jun didn't look up and reached out to turn a page of medical records.

"There is actually no cure for acne," she said. "Medicine is just an aid. Whether it can be cured or not is up to fate."

Let’s just accept our fate?

The doctors looked at each other.

"Ms. Jun, are you saying that your medicine is useless?" someone couldn't help but ask.

Miss Jun stopped and raised her head.

"It can't be said that they are useless. If they are useful, they are useful, providing timely assistance. If they are useless, they are just icing on the cake." She said.

What a mess, the doctors thought to themselves, glancing at the surrounding Buddha statues and water-land paintings.

Could it be that after staying here for so long I have become like a Buddhist and become superstitious?

"Some people have recovered," said Miss Jun, pointing to a medical record. "I think this child will be able to survive."

This was exciting news, and the doctors rushed over to look at what she was pointing at, temporarily forgetting their worries.

"His high fever has gone down, and some of the abscesses have begun to scab over," Miss Jun said, pointing.

Indeed, the horror of acne is that the acne surface does not heal, and pus discharge and high fever occur. If the fever can be reduced and the acne surface heals, then it will really be an improvement.

Everyone watched happily.

"He must be moved to another room."

"Move it away tonight."

Miss Jun coughed lightly.

"No need, just leave him there," she said.

There are several people there who are critically ill and dying. If they are infected again, their condition will be exacerbated...

Miss Jun shook her head.

"It's all right," she said, adding, "No."

She has the final say, what else can they do? The doctors stopped arguing and discussed the patient's medical record in a low voice. As the night got late, the doctors gradually left. Only Miss Jun was left in the Buddhist temple, and the lights were still bright.

Chen Qi walked in from outside, looking a little uneasy.

"Is your medicine really not working?" he asked in a low voice.

It is very obvious whether the medicine is effective or not, and this cannot be hidden.

Miss Jun stood up and nodded.

"I can't guarantee that the medicine will cure the disease," she said.

As expected, Chen Qi looked a little worried and rubbed his hands.

"What should I do?" He muttered in a low voice, "It turns out that you can't cure it either."

Miss Jun turned around and looked at the Buddha statue in the hall.

She couldn't cure the acne that had already broken out, and she didn't come here to cure the acne.