We have all the space treasury in hand, so mere exile is nothing.

Seeing this scene, everyone else began to sweat on their foreheads and did not dare to say anything. Even the third prince was surprised by Chu Qingyun's momentum and had a very complicated expression.

Chu Qingyun looked at Master Yan who was kneeling on the ground shivering, and after a moment of silence he said: "Okay, since Master Yan knows his mistake, I won't care too much about it. I hope that in the future, I can be cautious in my words and actions and act impartially. "

Master Yan understood the meaning of his words and nodded repeatedly: "Yes, I understand. When I return to Beijing, I will definitely report Ye Yun...Miss Ye's achievements truthfully, and say a few nice words. It was Miss Ye who suffered the consequences." I feel wronged.”

"What about the rest?"

When Chu Qingyun asked this question, the first person he looked at was the third prince.

The third prince nodded naturally and said, "Understood."

Even the third prince did this, so the other ministers naturally did not dare to refute and nodded in agreement.

"You'd better really think so, otherwise I will naturally find a way to make you miserable. Besides, even if you don't report it properly, I will report it myself. By then, the 'contributions' of these adults will be revealed This king will also take care of it."

"I don't dare to be humble!"

Chu Qingyun glanced at the third prince, then left the banquet and went west.

After all, he was still worried about Ye Qingran being there alone, and couldn't help but want to take a look.

After Chu Qingyun left, everyone else breathed a sigh of relief.

The third prince looked at his leaving figure and frowned slightly.

Lord Yan got up from the ground, unable to calm down for a while. After standing for a while, he walked to the third prince and asked in a low voice: "Your Highness, can this prince who has never participated in politics have such power?"

He had just been suppressed by Chu Qingyun, and he was already feeling aggrieved. When he heard this, the third prince felt that he was mocking him for participating in politics but could not compete with a useless prince who had never been involved in politics. He immediately gritted his teeth and said angrily: "You Do you think that I, like you, can’t talk enough and use my own name to test the depths of others? Idiot."

After he finished speaking, he flicked his sleeves and left.

Master Yan scratched his head on the spot, feeling confused and confused.

The small village to the west looked completely deserted, almost to the point where not even a blade of grass could grow. Even before I saw the patients, I already felt that the people here must be sick and lifeless.

Ye Qingran was currently boiling medicine while wearing a mask. There were constant coughs in the room next to him, but the room further away was silent.

In these two rooms, on one side were patients who could still move around, and on the other side were those who were already in coma due to high fever. The medicine Ye Qingran prepared this time was also given to those with high fever first.

When she first arrived, there were many people sitting outside the door looking at the sky, as if waiting to die.

This small village is the closest to the mass graves and has the most sick people.

When they learned that the plague broke out, many people ran to a safer place, that is, the area where they currently live in the east. The two sides were isolated, which indeed effectively prevented the spread of the plague, but it also made the West Village There is no room for survival for people.

There was no grass growing nearby just because these people stuffed everything they could eat into their stomachs, and many people died with their stomachs full of dirt.

Ye Qingran didn't bring anything to eat when he came, but he took out a lot of things from the space in a deserted place for them to eat.

During the banquet just now, someone did bring food over, and food was brought for disaster relief yesterday, but the officers and soldiers were unwilling to stay here longer, so they put down their things and ran away, cursing bad luck as they ran.

She could also tell that the third prince was somewhat unwilling to take care of these patients.

After all, the plague has been isolated. As long as all these patients die, nothing will happen.

Moreover, there are indeed not many people left in the West Village. Spending manpower and material resources may not be able to save a few, and the plague may be brought to a safe place.

Ye Qingran could understand the third prince's thoughts, but as a doctor, she could not do such a thing.

If the third prince doesn't save him, all she needs to do is save him.

Ye Qingran was busy with the medicine in his hand, trying to estimate how many people could be saved.

She wants to save the most seriously ill people first, so that those who cannot be saved can be dragged to the mass graves. When the remaining people can be confirmed to be cured, the corpses in the mass graves can be burned. Burned.

After curing these people, they can be returned to their normal residence and then find a truly suitable place to live in the north so that they can live a stable life.

As for natural disasters, Ye Qingran has also asked these people. Most of the time they are earthquakes. They have avoided flash floods and mudslides, but only earthquakes cannot be avoided.

So she decided to help them optimize the method of building houses after everything was settled, hoping to make them more earthquake-resistant, or to allow them to find some solid places to avoid earthquakes, but that was all a matter later.

There are no more than a hundred people left in Nishimura, but these people need to use a lot of medicinal materials, and there are not many stoves to boil the medicine. Even if there is one more person, she will not be able to handle it.

After giving the medicine to those who were seriously ill, she was already tired. After sitting for a while, she started to take the medicinal materials out of the space. Later, she found it troublesome, so she packed them in the space, and then packed them one by one. Take the bag out.

She lifted up her sleeves and carried the medicinal materials out of the space. There was no one outside anyway.

She just moved it, moving the medicinal bag that was almost as high as her height when she was moved to her side, and was interrupted by a voice.

"Do you need my help?"

Ye Qingran's hand shook, and the package of medicinal materials in his hand hit the pile of medicinal materials, causing it to fall to the ground.

The one who spoke was Chu Qingyun. He didn't know how long he had been standing outside the yard, and he didn't know how many times he had watched her action of taking things out of the air.

But his expression was indifferent and he went to help her sort out the medicinal materials without asking anything.

Ye Qingran felt uneasy.

She was just too focused for the moment, so she didn't notice anyone coming, but she was sure that Chu Qingyun must have seen what she just did.

In his eyes, he should already be a monster.

But when she was picking up the medicinal materials, she secretly looked at Chu Qingyun, but she didn't see anything strange about him. He was as calm and gentle as ever, focusing on what he was doing, and didn't ask her a question until she finished picking up the medicinal materials.

Ye Qingran didn't dare to say anything more, and just put the mask sprinkled with medicine on him: "Be careful, there is a lot of illness here."

"it is good."

Chu Qingyun nodded and continued to help her prepare the medicine.

If he asked, she had already thought of an excuse, but he didn't say anything, which made her uneasy, unsure of what he was thinking now.

If he suddenly treats her as a monster later, it is better to make it clear now.