It is indeed different for adults to try drugs than for children.

As expected, it was easy for older children to get a acne plugged in, but this three-year-old child, due to his young age, sneezed when a foreign object was stuffed in his nose, and he accidentally pulled it out with his hands.

"How about this," Miss Jun said, "Pimples are transmitted through contact. The five orifices are all over the body. If we don't use the five orifices, we can just make an incision."

Before anyone understood what she meant, Miss Jun had already pulled down the child's tattered clothes to expose his arms, then picked up a file and started cutting them.

Suddenly a small bloody wound appeared, but before the blood started to flow, Miss Jun applied the date seed smallpox virus in the copper tube to the wound, and then neatly wrapped the child's arm with a cloth.

The child finally reacted at this time and started crying.

The cut made by the file was not very big, and the bleeding stopped soon after it was bandaged. But the doctors were still shocked and shook their heads with a wry smile.

Miss Jun has already patted the child on the shoulder.

"Be good, don't cry, don't cry." She said, and like a magic trick, she placed a piece of preserved fruit in front of the child's eyes.

The child stopped crying immediately and looked at the candied fruit with tears in his eyes.

"Apricot preserves." He said in a baby voice.

You can tell what kind of preserve it is at a glance, which shows that it is eaten frequently. The Zhou family is a wealthy family in Zhending Prefecture, and the children in the family are naturally well-dressed and well-fed.

The child did not reach out his hand. He swallowed and turned to look at the girl next to him.

"Sister, it's apricot preserves." He said eagerly, "I haven't eaten it for a long time..."

People who are locked up in a cell and waiting to die can still eat preserved fruits.

The doctors standing by sighed inwardly.

The girl looked at Miss Jun and bit her lower lip.

"Thank you, doctor," she said, nodding to the child.

The child then happily reached out and grabbed it.

"Thank you, doctor." He imitated his sister's words and stuffed the candied fruit into his mouth impatiently.

He stuffed it in and then thought of something and quickly spit it out and handed it to the girl next to him.

"Sister eats too," he said.

The girl shook her head.

"I won't eat, I won't eat," she said.

A doctor couldn't bear it any longer.

"And more," he said, "there are plenty of preserves. I'll bring them to you later. All of them."

The other doctors also nodded.

They all have children of this age at home, and they have never seen children suffer.

"Okay, just like last time, take them downstairs," said Miss Jun.

Doctor Feng and others called the children and asked if the room over there had been cleaned up. Chen Qi, who was hiding by the door, then came out and answered, and took these people away.

The temple became quiet as people dispersed.

Jiang Baihu, who was standing not far away, couldn't help but frown.

"Sir, they actually got Zhou Bentang's family out..." he said, "Are we just going to ignore it?"

"Let's listen to your majesty," said Lu Yunqi.

That’s right. Without your Majesty’s consent, Zhu Zan would not be able to get anyone out no matter how capable he is.

Baihu Jiang crossed his arms and frowned.

It turns out this guy went to do this. I thought he ran away.

What a cunning guy, he brought a death row prisoner and tried to fool these whining doctors.

Lu Yunqi didn't say anything else but just looked at the girl in the Buddhist temple. The girl walked closer and stood in front of Zhu Zan.

"Does this count as me helping you again?" Miss Jun asked with a smile.

Zhu Zan raised his eyebrows.

"You are really good at confusing right and wrong," he said. "Who is helping whom?"

Miss Jun looked at him and smiled, then suddenly raised her hand and patted his chest.

Zhu Zan was caught off guard and took a step back with a cry.

"What are you doing? Move your hands and feet." he shouted.

Miss Jun had already passed him. Upon hearing what he said, she raised her head and laughed silently, then walked away without looking back.

…

"Doctor Feng, Doctor Feng."

The early morning atmosphere of the temple was once again broken by the doctors' anxious voices.

"The youngest child has a fever."

The doctors automatically divided into groups to look after the five children as they did last time, but after just one night, they developed fever.

It was several days ago last time.

Doctor Feng was also a little nervous, and nodded again.

"Miss Jun said that children and adults react differently to smallpox. Adults are not easily infected, but children are more likely to get smallpox," he said.

As they were talking, Miss Jun, who heard the news, also responded with a yes.

Let's go see the child together.

The child was lying on the bed with a slightly red face and rapid breathing, but he was still conscious. He blinked his eyes and looked at the doctors who were surrounding him and examining him.

"I am sick and need to take medicine and eat candied fruit," he continued.

The doctors did bring them some delicious food and drinks yesterday, but the children didn't eat much of the preserved fruits.

Hearing the child say this, the doctors felt both amused and sad.

"You are sick, but it's okay. You don't need to take medicine." Miss Jun said, touching his head and carefully looking at the few shallow pimples on his body. "You will be fine tomorrow. Eat the preserved fruit after you recover."

After comforting the child, Dr. Feng walked out feeling a little uneasy.

"Will it really be better tomorrow?" he asked in a low voice, "And why is there so little pimple on this child's body?"

Before Miss Jun could say anything, she saw a few children in the next room peeking out of the window, and they could hardly hide their anxiety.

Miss Jun thought about it and walked over.

"Don't worry, this is normal for your brother and he will be fine tomorrow," she said.

Several children looked at her and shook their heads in unison.

"We are not worried, we believe in the prince..." a child suddenly blurted out.

As soon as he said this, he was glared at by several other children, and someone even poked him from behind.

"We are willing, we are willing, and we don't regret it." Zhou Jing said hurriedly.

Miss Jun smiled, while Dr. Feng turned his head and pretended not to hear what they said, feeling a little surprised.

Do the Zhou family trust the prince?

Logically speaking, the Zhou family colluded with the enemy and damaged the reputation of Duke Cheng. The person who hated the Zhou family the most should be Duke Cheng. Why did it sound like the Zhou family was very familiar with the son of Duke Cheng? And they trusted him very much?

Do you trust that the Prince of Chengguo can leave a descendant for the Zhou family?

The prince of Chengguo did what he said, but why did he do this? There were many death row prisoners in the prison, including children, so why did he choose the children of the Zhou family?

These things are too complicated for a doctor like him to think about randomly, and they have nothing to do with him.

"Doctor Feng." Miss Jun's voice rang in my ears.

Old Doctor Feng quickly turned his head.

"You asked why he got a fever so quickly. It's because he's young," Miss Jun said. She glanced at the other children standing by the window and saw that they were listening very carefully. "And I think there's also a reason for the method."

"Method?" asked Doctor Feng.

Other doctors also gathered around.

This is no longer just a simple drug trial, but also involves these doctors' understanding and attempts at this new drug.