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"Dong Daqing, write down everything you just said, every word!" Shen Yan said.

Dong Daqing had such close contact with his grandmother, so he must have contracted the plague.

If he died accidentally, there would be no evidence.

Dong Daqing followed Shen Yan's instructions and wrote down everything that happened.

As soon as he finished writing, he fainted, his lips and teeth were dark purple, and his face turned blue, which were obviously symptoms of the plague.

To be more precise, the plague this time is not called a plague, but a plague. There are plagues and poisons, and it is very complicated.

"It's your own fault and you won't survive!" Shen Yan said coldly.

If Dong Daqing could survive until she prepared the antidote, he would survive and be escorted back to Beijing to be a witness, but he would inevitably die in the end.

If he couldn't wait, he would go directly to accompany his grandma.

Shen Yan walked out of the house, she was going to prepare the antidote.

She ordered all the herbs in Muxiang Town to be brought over, and she wanted to test the medicine herself.

at the same time.

Beijing.

The floods have receded and the damaged buildings have begun to be rebuilt.

There are still people who are sick in the city, but they are not as serious as in Huainan.

All the doctors in the capital gathered together, led by Sun Huanxin, and they were actively treating the patients.

Sun Huanxin separated all the doctors and her classmates, and each one was responsible for a street.

"Huanxin, I'm going to Baicao Street." Ding Xiang took the initiative.

"The epidemic is the worst there, have you thought about it?" Sun Huanxin asked.

She had originally planned to go there by herself.

"I don't have to think about it. They have protected me for so many years, and now it's time for me to protect them." Ding Xiang looked firm.

Baicao Street is where Dingxiang and Dingmei once lived.

Although mother and daughter later moved, Ding Xiang still regarded it as her home.

That's where she grew up, that's where she spent her entire childhood and has a lot of great memories.

"Okay, then you must be careful." Sun Huanxin warned.

"I will." Ding Xiang said.

After Sun Huanxin finished the assignment, everyone went to their respective areas.

Ding Xiang came to Baicao Street and saw everything familiar in front of her. She felt heartbroken.

Baicao Street is a slum in the capital. The terrain is low and flat. When the flood came, it was flooded for ten days and ten nights.

Now that the flood has receded, the place has become dilapidated.

Stray animals that were drowned in high places rushed here, so this was the origin and heaviest place of the plague.

"Miss Lilac? Why are you here?"

"The disease here is very serious, what are you doing here? Leave quickly!"

"This is not where you should be, go away, go away!"

……

When Ding Xiang saw everyone pushing her away, as they had done to protect her, the tip of her nose became sore and the corners of her mouth turned up.

"Hello, grandparents, uncles, aunts, brothers and sisters, please don't ask me to leave. I am here to treat everyone," Ding Xiang said.

"No, no!"

"How can you, a little girl, come here? It's very dangerous here!"

Ding Xiang said, "It's because it's dangerous here, so I come here, because you are my relatives."

Everyone was stunned and didn't understand.

Ding Xiang explained, "I know I was picked up by my mother, and you all know this, but in order to protect me, you never mentioned it in front of me."

"It was you who gave me a happy childhood and made me not feel inferior to my life experience."

"My mother gave me life, my husband gave me the direction of life, and you shaped my character and gave me the warmth of my life. Thank you."

Ding Xiang bowed to everyone, her face full of gratitude.

Everyone returned the gift to her with red eyes, and everyone was very moved.

"Folks, I know that this plague is coming fiercely, but there is no need to panic. As long as we work together, we will definitely defeat the plague!" Ding Xiang encouraged everyone.

"We listen to Miss Ding Xiang." Everyone looked at Ding Xiang with trusting expressions on their faces.

Ding Xiang was wearing a lake blue dress, and her hair was simply tied behind her back with a blue ribbon. She didn't apply makeup, but she was bright and beautiful.

The childishness on her body has been completely shed, and she has become calm and majestic.

She is Shen Yan's student.

In less than a year, she will be able to take charge of her own business, protecting the people and sharing the worries of the court.

This was Shen Yan’s original intention and significance when he founded the medical school.

There is more than one student like Ding Xiang in the medical school, they are all Ding Xiang.

In the future, there will be countless lilacs.

They sacrificed their lives and tried their best to contribute to the prosperity and harmony of Da Qin.

Ding Xiang listened to everyone's symptoms and recorded them one by one.

Now that all the herbs in the capital have been used up, she has no choice but to go to the mountains to collect them.

So she took several asymptomatic neighbors up the mountain to collect medicine.

"Girl Lilac, which mountain should we go to?"

"Go farther away. The mountains near the capital must have been picked by others," Ding Xiang said.

"Let's go then."

There were five of them, carrying their backpacks on their backs, they left the city and headed straight for Tianxian Mountain.

Under Ding Xiang's guidance, the five people's baskets were quickly filled.

"Let's go back...ah!" Ding Xiang finished her words, stepped on the air, and fell instantly.

"Miss Lilac, are you okay?" the person above asked.

"I'm fine." Ding Xiang replied loudly. Fortunately, there was a slope here, otherwise, her bones would be broken.

She was about to get up, but found something wrong with the place where her hands were resting, so she quickly opened the grass to look, and immediately shouted, "There is someone!"

She quickly pushed aside other bushes and saw a man who looked a few years older than her.

"Hello? Wake up!" Ding Xiang tested her breath and found that the man was still alive, but no matter how she called, the man did not answer her.

At this time, the herb collectors from above also came down.

"Miss Lilac, why is there a person here?" someone asked.

"I don't know either. He probably slipped and fell accidentally like me." Ding Xiang said, "His life is in danger. Let's take him back first. If we delay, he may die."

So several other young and strong herb collectors carried the man back.

Back on Baicao Street, Ding Xiang immediately gave the man acupuncture.

An hour later, the man woke up and looked at everything around him with a blank expression.

"Are you awake?" Ding Xiang asked, "What's your name? Where do you live? I can deliver the letter and ask your family to pick you up."

The man shook his head and suddenly cried, "I don't remember anything. Who am I and where do I live? Why am I here?"

"Don't worry, it doesn't matter if you can't remember it. We'll think about it slowly."

Dingxiang felt her pulse and found that the man had hurt his head when he fell and might have lost his memory.

Recovering memory is not something that can happen in a day or two.