"Don't catch the cold again. Take this medicine three times at a time, and then come here to check."
Chi Hanqing put down a silver needle in his hand, raised his hand and quickly wrote a prescription on the table, handing it to the patient in front of him.
The patient was a somewhat dazed child, and the clothes he wore were very thin.
He took the pharmacy and wiped his nose: "Mother...Mother, can you save my sister? Please, my sister..."
The child didn't know what to say, so he simply turned around and picked up a six or seven-year-old girl for Chi Hanqing to see.
There were many people lining up behind him.
Queue up to enter the lobby of Qiushui Villa.
The ground is covered with sludge brought in by the refugees, as well as dirty melted snow.
This place was temporarily renovated using the original judicial hall of Eagle Watching City. Since it was assigned to West Asia, naturally there is no more judicial department in Eagle Watching City.
Qiushui Villa, which accompanied the army, borrowed this lobby to provide temporary relief to the victims.
Chi Hanqinggui is a princess and shouldn't be here.
But she came anyway.
When it comes, my heart is broken.
Seeing so many people suffering from cold and illness, she sat behind this square tree and never got up again.
"Your sister..."
Chi Hanqing felt the little girl's pulse and looked at her somewhat absent-minded face.
"What has she eaten these days?"
The dirty little boy scratched his head:
"The food at home has been collected by the training soldiers. What we have been eating these past few days...are the bean flour cakes given out by the military men."
Bean flour cake?
How could it still be like this when there are bean flour pancakes to eat?
Chi Hanqing slightly removed his fingertips from the little girl's wrist, and his eyes became sharp.
"The bean flour pancakes you eat, or the bean flour pancakes your sister eats?"
How could a seemingly honest child snatch food from his sister?
"I……"
The little boy bit his lips and said, "I made three vegetable pancakes from bean flour pancakes and ate one."
He obviously felt guilty because he actually ate one cake and did not leave all three cakes for his sister.
Chi Hanqing felt a pain in her heart and wanted to pinch herself.
"What's the vegetable cake?"
After a moment of silence, she looked puzzled again.
The little boy finally explained clearly.
It is made by mashing bean flour cake into puree, adding cooked wild vegetable roots and spreading it out again.
This way, it will be more resistant to hunger.
Chi Hanqing bit her lower lip gently.
Simeng produced grain and was relatively prosperous in the early years.
Few of the patients seen at Qiushui Villa got sick from hunger.
But after all, she had no idea where the little brother and sister could go to get rations.
Because there is a long and long dragon behind them.
"Take the medicine first, find a sheltered place to rest, and wait for the arrangements from the National War Department."
Chi Hanqing said, hesitated for a moment, and then added: "It will be fine."
The little boy nodded in understanding and hugged his sister back: "Thank you... thank you, empress."
"Thank you too, Your Highness."
Chi Hanqing did not forget to speak.
If His Highness hadn't been willing to violate the etiquette and rule of law, how could he, the concubine, have shown up as a queen like this?
The little boy looked at the spotless princess in front of him who looked like she had stepped out of a myth, and lowered his eyes slightly: "Thank you, Your Highness."
After they leave, the next patient will naturally come forward.
Their injuries are okay, but most of them are strangely weak and look very weak.
Chi Hanqing sighed and looked at the other doctors in the surrounding Qiushui Villa.
Qiushui Villa may not have brought so many medicinal materials this time, but it should have brought food.
But she also knew her father too well. Those medicines were naturally for the officers and soldiers of the National Military Department.
This is really not a solution. Either deliver food as soon as possible, or send the victims into the customs.
Chi Hanqing was thinking so, and the joy in her heart that she didn't have to be a concubine had long since dissipated in the wind of Bailan Mountain.
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"nobody?"
Star Boat, Han Dongwen frowned and looked at Tilda.
"nobody."
Tilda's expression was very calm: "There is no one among the common people or the soldiers."
How could she wait?
She has already reached the border of West Asia, what can stop her?
So Tilda rushed directly into West Asia and into Talis Parish without saying a word.
But there was no one.
People, teachers, Gascón.
The entire parish suddenly changed suddenly as if overnight, becoming clean and devoid of anyone.
Tantai Ming, who was next to him, bowed his head and saluted: "Your Highness, before yesterday, the scouts could still see that there were soldiers and horses in the West Asian country, and the Talis parish was full of people, but today, as the Grand Duke said, there is no one at all."
Han Dongwen held his chin, thought for a moment and asked, "Where are the things? Did the Talis Parish leave any supplies?"
The answer is of course no.
If Simeng likes it, he can drive into West Asia now.
Tilda can now live back in the Grand Duke's mansion.
Han Dongwen looked at Tilda and said in a weaker voice: "Um, are there..."
Tilda shook her head.
Naturally, there is no trace of the Holy Grail.
The aliens were already complaining because there were no battles and only the same escort missions.
The entire West Asia and the entire Talis diocese seemed to have become a ghost town overnight.
But it was impossible for the border guards to withdraw from Qingshan. For a while, it seemed that Simeng was in a situation of being consumed again.
Escape?
Where can an entire country of people escape to?
Han Dongwen leaned back in his chair and rubbed his temples.
If you look at it from the player's perspective, now is the time to follow the NPC army into the enemy country and prepare to show off your skills.
Due to unexpected changes, everyone in the enemy country was gone. It must have been a cutscene.
Players will naturally wait for the cutscene to end and the game to begin.
But it has become the NPC's responsibility to break this game.
Han Dongwen sighed, not expecting that he would be the one picking the blame.
If you still can't break the game, how will you be scolded by Simeng's players?
[Too mentally retarded, I accepted an event mission, but I couldn’t fight it when I ran over. It’s a rubbish game]
He seems to have seen posts like this.
"Post..."
Han Dongwen was stunned and stood up.
"What's wrong?" Tilda asked next to her.
"I'm tired, take a nap."
Han Dongwen turned around without saying a word and walked to the main shipbuilding surrounded by his servants.
Tilda sat there, looking at Han Dongwen's back, then turned her head, and blinked at Little Hongdou beside her in confusion.
Xiao Hongdou lowered his head slightly: "His Royal Highness works hard every day, so this is what happens."
"Why are you acting like a child?" Tilda was obviously unhappy.
Xiao Hongdou immediately said: "Yeah, that's not the case. Your Highness will always be able to come up with new ideas once you have a good rest. If you have so many things to think about, naturally... you will naturally rest more."
"The Beauty of the Sun and the Moon"
Tilda looked at Xiao Hongdou, smiled and sighed: "Your Highness, you have won the hearts of your servants."
Xiao Hongdou wanted to say something, but after thinking for a moment, she remained silent.
Main room.
Han Dongwen naturally came back to read the post.
Whatever Gascón’s scheme was up to, someone would leak it.
Stranger.
It's not that the foreigners in West Asia are loose-mouthed, it's a cognitive issue.
In the game, NPCs are required to keep secrets. Even if the most role-playing players can keep everything secret in the game, they will definitely discuss it outside the game.
We are really lucky to see the plates between the shepherds.
Han Dongwen first glanced at the Simeng section. As expected, players who felt that the border incident had become boring gradually began to appear.
Not a good thing, he opened between the shepherds somewhat distractedly.
The post can still be seen.
First page.
The second page.
Han Dongwen didn't click on any of the posts, but quickly browsed through the list.
After a while, he put the Xuanji plate back on the table and took a long breath.
"What kind of things?"
The motherboards among the shepherds are all filled with exploits posts from West Asian players!
In those posts, West Asian players defeated Simeng officers and soldiers on the Bailan Mountain border battlefield, massacred pagans wildly, highlighting a hearty and unstoppable power of a god.
According to their posts, they have even successfully counterattacked five cities!
The screenshots are vivid and real, and the discussions are fierce and passionate.
Successful counterattack on five cities?
Han Dongwen stepped on the wooden board under his feet with the soles of his boots.
Their counterattack was successful, so where is this place?
They succeeded in defending the Catholic Church, so why is West Asia an empty city?
He looked at the scenery outside the porthole window and felt a little headache.
This is undoubtedly the Five Cities of Watching Eagle.
But the stage where the players in the post are bustling with action is undoubtedly here.
It's like two completely different time and spaces with only similar stages.
A kind of fear crept into Han Dongwen's heart.
Is it possible that I have already entered the dungeon and am about to be maxed out by endless players?
Is it possible that Simeng lost at some point, and now I can only wait for the West Asian players to attack?
No...impossible.
His mind calmed down a bit.
The evidence is that Simeng players are still waiting for the plot to advance.
Han Dongwen closed his eyes and lay down on the bed.
He decided to go back to Unit 1 to take a closer look at the current situation.
