Extra doctor 1

Style: Historical Author: stranger to itWords: 2083Update Time: 24/01/12 03:23:01
We have been together through thick and thin for so many years. Except for Chang Yan who is trapped by his identity and cannot leave, and Fang Heng who guards the border for his faith, the others are said to be inseparable.

If we really want to mention separation, it might be Xu Mo from Qingfeng Jiyue, Zheng Ruqian running around, or even heartless Jiang Sheng.

Only Wen Zhiyun is the least likely.

He is a taciturn little doctor and the weakest brother in the family. He is as thin and beautiful as a little girl. His temper is timid and cowardly, and he always purses his lips and does not speak.

His attachment to this family is visible to the naked eye, and his dependence on his relatives is deep to the core.

But now, he personally said... that he wanted to separate.

Jiang Sheng stared at his fourth brother blankly, wondering how much struggle and effort he had to make before he made this decision.

Xu Mo was shocked and lost his voice. After a long while, he said, "Xiaosi, I know you care about the people, but the Tai Hospital has sent envoys. There are countless famous doctors in Jiangnan to discuss whether it is an epidemic. It has not yet been determined."

In comparison, ascending the throne with a long banquet may be the most important thing.

"But big brother." After struggling, Wen Zhiyun regained his composure, "The Imperial Hospital envoys are so old. They taught me medical skills and helped me to sleep in the mist. I can't bear to put their lives in danger."

"Furthermore, Fengjing is far away from Jiangnan, but Anshui County is only a few days away. If I arrive earlier, I can deal with the epidemic earlier."

"To say the least, the person who caused the epidemic had bad intentions. My younger brother is waiting to ascend the throne. As the fourth brother, I always have to do something for him."

The sixteen-year-old boy raised his head, with a fair and delicate face and a thin and frail body. He was carrying a medicine box wider than his shoulders, and was so weak that it seemed that it would fall down if pushed.

But his eyes were so firm, and his spine exuded dignity and determination, as well as the solemnity of thinking twice before acting.

He seemed to be still the weak little boy, but suddenly he became a real doctor and a mature and steady brother.

Eight years have passed by, and more than one person has grown.

In a quiet place, their little four has also grown up.

Xu Mo took a long breath and wanted to say something, but Jiang Sheng had already grabbed his arm.

"Brother." The little girl's eyes were filled with reluctance, but her tone was extremely brisk, "Let's go to Fengjing first and wait for Fourth Brother. He will catch up with us, right Fourth Brother?"

"Yes." Wen Zhiyun nodded solemnly.

"Then we agreed, we'll wait for you in Fengjing." Zheng Ruqian raised his head and stepped forward.

The brothers and sisters couldn't help but laugh again, smiling and laughing, tears welling up in their eyes.

Growth is like this. When you are young, you look forward to growing taller. When you grow taller, you look forward to growing up. When you grow up, you have to face separation.

Helpless people have joys and sorrows, and the moon waxes and wanes.

"Fourth brother, we are waiting for you in Fengjing. Hurry up... you must come quickly."

As the girl's call got farther and farther, the carriage sped into a small black dot, heading towards the distant city.

Wen Zhiyun hugged the small medicine box tightly and glanced at Jiang San, who was acting as the medicine boy, "Let's go."

There are many water towns in the south of the Yangtze River, and water towns hide wealth.

As soon as they arrived in Danyang County, the graceful and elegant buildings provided enough visual impact. Different from the majesty of Fengjing, Jiangnan is more like a graceful girl, exquisite in every detail.

It's just that in my impression, Jiangnan like this should be full of cars and people, rich and noisy.

But now, there are only a few people walking on the road, and there are no guests in the restaurants on both sides. Only the second brother wearing a white towel is bored and sighing.

"I have been to Danyang County with my boss before. It was very lively. Why is it like this now?" Jiang San frowned and murmured.

Epidemic.

It's an epidemic.

The unknown disease has become a knife hanging in the hearts of the people in Jiangnan. They stay at home and close their doors tightly, trying to resist the unknown with thin wooden boards.

However, there are countless ways for the epidemic to spread. Drinking water, eating food, and even a small mouse can bring endless disasters.

There was no point wandering around the city anymore. Wen Zhiyun pursed his lips and decided to go to Danyang County Sheriff's Mansion.

When there is trouble in a place, the first person to look for is the parent official. Only after communicating with the parent officer can the inner ghost be found out and the civil strife be quelled.

But Jiang San knocked for a long time, but not even a concierge came out.

Wen Zhiyun groped for the coldness in his sleeves, and was hesitating whether to use it. The door cracked open, revealing a pair of dark eyes, "My lord, I haven't seen any visitors in the past few days."

How can a dignified county guard keep the people away?

Jiang San pressed his feet hard, and the gap gradually widened until the door opened.

The skinny concierge fell to the ground and covered his face in panic, "I told you that the Lord doesn't see guests. The whole Danyang County knows that the Lord doesn't see guests. Who are you? You actually broke into the governor's house. Do you know what crime this is? .”

Jiang San was furious and was about to throw away the fake power taught by the girl.

Wen Zhiyun frowned and knelt down, placing three fingers on the portal vein, "Are you sick?"

The concierge became even more frightened and angry, "If you don't drink the toast, you will be fined with wine. Come on, bring these two scoundrels..."

Before he could say the next words, a golden token appeared in front of his eyes, and the words "Prince Order" were carved out smoothly.

The prince only respects the royal ban.

Anyone who sees the token is like a person coming in person.

Wen Zhiyun went to Jiangnan in person for Chang Yan, who used the token to protect his weak fourth brother.

Relatives complement each other, that's all.

"The governor of Danyang County is infected with the epidemic." Wen Zhiyun put away the token and said, "Take me to see him, otherwise I will kill you now."

Behind him, Jiang San drew out his long knife in unison, and the sharp blade reflected light, illuminating the awe of the doorman.

Everything went smoothly.

The concierge led the way, and Jiang San leaned over and asked in a low voice, "How do you know, Master, that the Danyang County Sheriff is infected with the epidemic?"

"The epidemic is contagious. Even the concierge is seriously ill. How can Danyang County Sheriff be spared?" Wen Zhiyun held the small medicine box tightly, "Not even the flowers, trees, grass and leaves here can escape it. "

"Then we also..." Jiang San looked horrified and hesitated in his steps.

People who learn martial arts are not afraid of the sky or the earth, not afraid of injury, not afraid of calculations, but only afraid of illness.

But now, looking at the little doctor's thin but straight shoulders, Jiang San couldn't say anything to retreat.

There are no deserters on the battlefield and no cowards in the hospital.

The worst possible outcome is death, and he will be a good man again after eighteen years.

Jiang San staggered and smiled. He didn't even have time to regret, and his determination to be generous and generous gradually rose in his eyes.

"What's wrong with you?" Wen Zhiyun turned around, "The source of the epidemic has not been found. Even if it is found, there is still a chance to cure it. It does not mean that you will die if you get the disease."

Jiang San really stumbled this time. After standing up straight, he giggled and scratched his head to cover up his embarrassment.

The concierge who led the way finally stopped and pointed to the gloomy bedroom and said softly, "My lord... is inside."