Chapter 240 Fever

Style: Girl Author: A certain purple doesn't eat corianderWords: 1992Update Time: 24/02/21 01:57:17
"Since Master Shen said so, I won't be polite." Fang Zilan clasped his fists and saluted, "Master Shen, please do whatever it takes to ask the medical clinics to treat people infected with the plague, and find more people who know medicinal materials to come to our medical clinic to learn how to make medicine." The other way is to send someone to find out how the pirates are being cleared around Mushan Pass. If there are no pirates, we can exchange supplies with nearby villages and towns, and everyone can work together to overcome the plague."

"Whatever?" Wang Shen repeated the word, "How far does Miss Alan want me to go?"

"Young Master Shen doesn't expect to hear what I say to be rational and emotional, right?" Fang Zilan raised her eyebrows, "Money inducements, threats, and the worst is life at risk. What method should you use, Master Shen?" After thinking about it, I guess you don’t need me to teach you.”

"Miss A-Lan speaks lightly, but if it really kills someone, I can't handle it." Wang Shen looked solemn, "Still, even if someone loses their life, Miss A-Lan still has the ability to put an end to it. ?”

"When a plague passes, more than one or two people die?" Fang Zilan said lightly, "As for the cause of death, who can find out clearly?"

"Miss A Lan, you..." Wang Shen suddenly changed his expression, but before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Fang Zilan. The corners of her lips curled up slightly and she said, "Why, Master Shen, are you afraid?"

Wang Shen was silent for a long time, and then said solemnly: "Miss A Lan, although I am not a kind person, I am definitely not someone who regards human life as nothing. If you insist on doing this, forgive me for not agreeing."

"I can't tell that Master Shen actually does something and doesn't do anything." Fang Zilan's smile became even brighter, "Then I didn't misjudge the person."

"Miss A-Lan?" Wang Shen was stunned for a moment, and Fang Zilan smiled and looked a little more serious, "Although what I just said was meant to test, it is also true."

A sharp look flashed in her eyes, "Not everyone can survive in the chaos. If you want to survive, you must do your best."

"But..." Wang Shen opened his mouth to say something, but she was interrupted before he could say anything. "I know what you want to say. Everyone is in danger in a chaotic situation, but there should be self-protection." Personality. If you use your selfishness too much, your life will be spared."

Her sharp and calm expression made Wang Shen freeze in place, and he only listened to her say word by word: "As long as you have a clear conscience, no matter what you do, I can handle it."

Wang Shen looked at the person in front of him steadily, and finally couldn't help but ask the question in his heart, "Miss A Lan, who are you?"

Fang Zilan looked indifferent and answered without hesitation: "People who want to do something for this plague."

"Miss Alan, do you want to be a living Bodhisattva?" Wang Shen asked, and Fang Zilan chuckled, "Living Bodhisattva? I'm not that arrogant. I know very well that even if I have the ability to reach heaven, it will be difficult for me to achieve it on my own. I’m asking for your help, Master Shen.”

Wang Shen responded solemnly: "I will do my best."

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After Fang Zilan returned to the hospital from Wang's house, she saw Xiaohuan chasing Awan all over the yard, shouting while chasing: "Miss Awan, just be obedient and drink this medicine."

"I don't want to drink!" When Awan saw Fang Zilan coming back, she quickly ran behind her, turned her head and said to Xiaohuan: "I am a medical woman myself, how can I still not know my physical condition? I think Mr. Yun is just making a fuss out of a molehill. .”

Fang Zilan took Awan's hand and felt it was slippery with sweat. She didn't have time to think about it and asked casually: "What's going on?"

"It's nothing." Awan said and was about to throw her hand away, but unexpectedly she held it tighter. "If it's nothing, why is Xiaohuan chasing you all over the courtyard? If you don't want to tell me, I'll ask Xiaohuan."

"Miss A-Lan, you are back. Help me to persuade Miss A-Wan." Xiaohuan looked at Fang Zilan as if she had found a savior, "Miss A-Wan has a fever, and I am afraid that she will also be infected with the disease. Let me I watched her drink the medicine, but she kept refusing, and I really didn’t know what to do.”

"A Wan, you have a fever?" Fang Zilan finally understood why A Wan's palms were all sweaty, and immediately reached out to cover her forehead. It was indeed hot.

"I'm fine." Awan pushed her hand away, "I'm just tired these past two days, I just need a nap and I'll be fine."

"A Wan, you are a medical woman. Only by saving your life can we save the lives of more people." Fang Zilan couldn't help but drag A Wan and walked into the house, "I brought you here, I must treat you Responsible for his life."

Awan retorted angrily: "I had to come, it has nothing to do with you."

"Awan, I know you are talented and bold, but this is an epidemic and it is not a trivial matter." Fang Zilan pressed her on the stool, with a ferocious look on her face, but her eyes were full of worry, "How sure are you that everything is fine in your mouth? "

"I..." Awan couldn't help but weaken her tone, "I don't know, I..."

"Even if there is only one in 10,000 chance, we cannot take it lightly." Fang Zilan took the medicine cup placed on the table and squatted in front of Awan, "Is this the medicine?"

"Yes." Awan nodded, "I'll do it by myself. You stay away from me, I'm afraid..."

"I'm not afraid, I won't let you bear all this alone." Fang Zilan scooped up a spoonful of medicine and came to Awan, "I said, I will be responsible for your life."

"But you also said that the plague is not a trivial matter..." Awan was interrupted by Fang Zilan before he finished speaking, "It is precisely because the plague is not a trivial matter that I have to stay by your side, just in case I am also infected. , you can still help me heal."

Hearing this, Awan blinked anxiously, "What if, please stop saying such unlucky words!"

"Okay, I won't tell." Fang Zilan brought the spoon to Awan's mouth, "Here, drink the medicine."

A Wan drank the medicine obediently, and Xiao Huan, who had been waiting beside her, finally breathed a sigh of relief, "Miss A Lan, you still have something to offer."

Fang Zilan smiled and stood up with the cup of medicine in hand, "I'll take care of it. Xiaohuan, you have to be careful during this period. Although you have a silk handkerchief covering your face, you still have to pay more attention."

"Don't worry, Miss A-Lan, the master has told me, I must be careful." Xiaohuan said goodbye and left. Fang Zilan asked A-Wan to rest, then sent the medicine cup out, and hurried back to the house after cleaning up.

When she came back, Awan was already lying on the bed. Hearing the noise, he subconsciously called her name, "Fang Zilan?"

"I'm here." Fang Zilan sat beside the bed and teased: "Why don't you call me sister?"

"You still call me sister. How can you look like a sister and know how to order me?" A Wan said, half cheating and half aggrieved: "It's good now. I'm ill. Let's see who you order."

"I know little Awan is working hard. Why don't you go to the Wang family to summon Wang Shen today?" As soon as Fang Zilan spoke, she saw Awan's face turned dark, "Are you still reasonable?"

"Yes, yes, it's all my fault." Fang Zilan immediately changed her words and said: "Let's change it and let little Awan take charge of me. What does little Awan want from me?"