Song Shuwan's face darkened, and her fingers on her knees clenched for an instant. The next moment, a crackling sound was heard, and someone actually used rocks to hit the tent where they were.
Han Sanzhen also didn't expect that the people outside would pursue him so closely, and he immediately frowned: "What are the soldiers in this camp doing? Why did they let those people come to make trouble again?"
Song Shuwan folded her hands across her chest and said in a cold tone: "If you ask me, they did it on purpose. They probably leaked the fact that Fang Zi was changed. After all, apart from them, few people know that Fang Zi was changed."
Han Sanzhen disagreed: "What you think is too extreme. Those soldiers are also human beings and are afraid of death. There is no need for them to leak this matter and make people panic."
Song Shuwan turned her head and looked to the side. She was also angry, so she said such words.
After Han Sanzhen's words fell, she listened carefully to the movement outside. After a while, the sound of smashing disappeared and was replaced by a sound of yelling.
Han Sanzhen said with a smile: "Look, they move quite fast."
Song Shuwan smiled coldly, turned and left.
Seeing this, Han Sanzhen shook his head but didn't say anything.
At dawn the next day, as soon as Song Shuwan showed up, she was surrounded by a group of people.
Just when Song Shuwan thought they were about to take action, one of the old men suddenly stepped forward: "Can you really save us?"
Song Shuwan frowned and said, "You may not believe it if we say it can be saved, but I can tell you that as long as you cooperate, we will do our best to treat the patients here."
A group of people looked at each other, and finally the old man spoke.
"We don't want to die."
Song Shuwan said coldly: "No one wants to die. If we didn't want to save you, we wouldn't be here."
At this time, the old man suddenly knelt down. Song Shuwan was confused and immediately stepped aside after reacting.
"Old man, let me just say it straight, why do you need to kneel down?"
The old man raised his head: "What happened last night was our fault. I really can't help it."
It turned out to be about what happened last night.
Song Shuwan's expression moved slightly, and she looked around without any trace. Seeing that everyone around her lowered their heads, she stepped forward to help the old man up.
"Old man, please get up, what happened last night..."
"The past is over, old people, don't take it to heart."
Han Sanzhen's voice came from the side. Everyone looked at the sound and Song Shuwan also let go of her hand holding the old man.
The old man asked excitedly: "What happened last night is really... over?"
"Of course, it's just a little accident, we won't take it to heart."
Han Sanzhen responded casually and asked everyone present to leave: "We will diagnose your pulse later and treat you according to your situation. Don't wander around."
"Okay, we'll go back now. Thank you both, thank you both..."
The old man thanked and bowed.
The crowd dispersed, and Song Shuwan looked at Han Sanzhen and raised her eyebrows: "Mr. Han was so anxious to speak just now, was he afraid that I would bring back last night's emotions?"
Han Sanzhen coughed lightly: "Don't talk about things you know well in your heart."
She didn't want to say it, but Han Sanzhen was on guard, so she had to say it.
Thinking so, Song Shuwan didn't say anything. She only said a few perfunctory words, and then she and Han Sanzhen went to check the patient's pulse.
I don’t know what the old man did before. The crowd that was out of control last night was extremely quiet when facing them today.
Occasionally, if someone gets emotional, he will quickly look away as if nothing happened.
In this weird atmosphere, Song Shuwan and Han completed the pulse diagnosis with three needles.
He Xu, the temporary manager of the camp, came over and asked about the prescription.
Han Sanzhen said: "We have to continue taking the medicine last night. Only by taking it for two more days can we determine whether the prescription is suitable and we can continue to make adjustments."
He Xu nodded: "Understood, I will order them to continue cooking the medicine, but..."
He looked embarrassed and paused in his words.
Han Sanzhen immediately asked knowingly: "I wonder what kind of trouble Mr. He has encountered?"
"It's not really a problem, it's just that some people are too sick. If we leave them alone, I'm afraid they won't be able to wait for new prescriptions to come out."
Speaking of a group of people who were seriously ill, Han Sanzhen touched his chin, turned his head and asked, "Are you sure you can temporarily stabilize their condition?"
"Three days at most. If the condition worsens, I'm afraid it will take two days."
"It doesn't matter, as long as it can be stabilized temporarily, the new recipe will not take three days."
With Han Sanzhen's words, Song Shuwan and He Xu felt relieved. After that, the two of them, He Xu, were mobilizing medicinal materials in the camp, while Song Shuwan was busy stabilizing the patient's condition.
Amid this busyness, Han Sanzhen came up with new prescriptions.
"If nothing else happens, you will see the effect within three days at the latest."
He Xu was very surprised: "Mr. Han, you are really..."
He wanted to praise, but found that he couldn't find the words to praise, so he coughed a few times: "I will arrange for someone to change the recipe on the other side."
It was half an hour after Song Shuwan received the news, she immediately dropped what she was doing and quickly ran to find Han Sanzhen.
"Mr. Han, has a new recipe come out?"
"Yes, He Xu has already taken it away."
Song Shuwan's face was filled with joy: "Can this recipe stop the plague?"
"Have to look again."
When Han Sanzhen said this, he took out a letter from his hand: "This is a letter from Anyuan City. Pei Huan wants you to return to Anyuan City now."
Song Shuwan opened the envelope, read it once, and frowned: "The plague here has not been controlled yet, how can I go back at this time?"
After that, she tore up the letter in her hand.
Seeing this scene, Han Sanzhen's eyes flashed with satisfaction: "I thought so too, but you didn't come here before, so I wasn't sure about the situation, so I kept the letter first, didn't talk about it anymore, and came with me. Let’s see a few patients.”
"good."
Time passed three days later, and the results of the new prescription soon came out. Seeing the people in the camp recover one by one, He Xu was extremely excited.
"At the current rate, everyone will be able to return to their homes before the New Year."
Song Shuwan was also happy for the people in the camp. Just when things were looking good, the people in the camp suddenly collapsed.
"What's going on? Everything was fine yesterday, why are everything here today?"
"It's not good, Mr. He, many people in the north are dead."
As the number of deaths increased, Song Shuwan and Han Sanzhen became the target of public criticism, and the people who were still standing surrounded their camp again.
"Master He, they have a problem!"
"Master He, they must be locked up. With so many people falling, it must have something to do with them."
"We can't let the murderer go!"
Amid the outrage, He Xu imprisoned Song Shuwan and Han Sanzhen.
