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After entering the east area, all the doctors were assigned to a separate cubicle. The outside was used for consultation, and the inside was for the doctors to rest.

The sun was at its peak, and Xu Mingyue sat outside for another two hours today. During this period, patients continued to be carried in and out on stretchers by soldiers.

Frowning and taking back the hand that checked for the pulse, Xu Mingyue looked at the soldiers who were trying to carry the patients away and asked, "How do you choose the patients you bring in?"

The two soldiers stopped and replied: "Each isolation camp will carry three or five people to the doctor's compartment."

Xu Mingyue asked again: "How did you choose?"

The two soldiers looked at each other for a moment, and the taller man bravely answered: "We all pick the tents near the ventilated areas."

In fact, there are standards for lifting people up, but no one is lifting people up according to these standards.

In just two days, hundreds of people died due to the plague.

Those who died in the East District were completely burned by fire and did not even have a chance to rest in peace.

The area near the exit of each tent is occupied by some young and strong men. If the condition is slightly milder, they can be carried out faster.

And they will always have a little more chance of survival.

These people are also raised by their father and mother, and it is natural to be afraid of death. Xu Mingyue understands this timidity.

He stood up from the stool and raised his hand: "I don't need to carry people in now. I'll think about it first."

The patient who kept coughing and vomiting in the cubicle was carried out, the dirt was immediately cleaned up, and Xu Mingyue began to pace around the room.

"Chen Qing, this can't continue like this. Everyone is afraid of death, so we can't find the crux of the problem, let alone write down the right prescription."

"If we don't have a prescription, we can only rely on our own body and bones to gamble with this disease. In the end, not many people will be able to leave here alive."

Xu Mingyue's two words turned into an invisible iron hand, tightly squeezing Chen Qing's heart.

Chen Qing felt pain in his chest.

Chen Qing clenched his hands, which were used to stretching, and asked: "Miss, do you want to personally enter the tent where the patient is?"

"Yes." With a firm and short word, Xu Mingyue continued to explain:

"Different stages of illness, different ages, and different physical conditions will inevitably lead to different symptoms. If there is any flaw in the prescription, it will not save people's lives, but will kill them."

Xu Mingyue covered her face with two more layers of white towel, soaked her hands in lotion and wiped them repeatedly, then tied her sleeves tightly with cloth strips, and looked at Chen Qing, who was tense all over.

"You already have a lot of poison buried in your body, and your health may not be in good shape. You stay in this compartment and wait for me to come back."

Xu Mingyue thought that Chen Qing was a little afraid of death, and she didn't want to force others into trouble.

"Xu Mingyue, I don't allow you to go."

No matter how many psychological hints he tried, they all ended in futility. Chen Qing had seen too many people who were healthier than Xu Mingyue die in the camp.

Now that life and death are in front of him, Chen Qing cannot let go.

The two looked at each other, and Chen Qing saw clearly Xu Mingyue's refusal to give in, and understood Xu Mingyue's insistence.

Since someone must take this risk, since someone must be responsible for this rebel, then it must be him, Chen Qing.

Anyway, so many poisons in his body didn't kill him. What could a small plague do to him?

"You state the conditions clearly, and I will carry whoever you want."

Chen Qing's words reached Xu Mingyue's ears, and a feeling of soreness and pain enveloped Xu Mingyue's heart.

Is this man's stubbornness actually because he is worried about her?

What this man said now was because he wanted to protect her with his life!

Xu Mingyue didn't want to directly break through Chen Qing's obstruction to her.

She felt that she should persuade Chen Qing to support what she had to do as a doctor.

"Chen Qing, I am a doctor. I don't care what other doctors think, but I can't watch my patients die one after another before my eyes."

"The plague here cannot be stopped. Within a few days, Nanjun will be endangered, and then the entire Dayu Dynasty."

"I need to see enough patients to write the best prescription."

"There is merit in carrying them on your back, but their bodies are already weak and cannot bear the pain of traveling back and forth. Moreover, the traveling time is delayed. If you are the one who gets sick, no one in the East District can help me."

"When the prescription comes out, you and I will be healthy even if we get sick."

"Do you want to die here alone, or do you want to take me out of here alive?"

Chen Qing's tightly furrowed brow revealed the dilemma of making a decision at this moment.

Xu Mingyue once again felt that the person in front of her was so strange.

Compared with his own life, this man was actually more afraid that Xu Mingyue would be in danger.

This man really looked like the brothers in her family.

The calloused hand fell on the back of Chen Qing's hand, and water dripped from above and fell on the back of Xu Mingyue's hand.

Xu Mingyue's memory was pulled forward violently, and then pulled back violently the moment Chen Qing opened his eyes.

The hand covering Xu Mingyue's body was released, and a clean cloak tightly wrapped Xu Mingyue. Chen Qing held the booklet in which Xu Mingyue recorded her illness in her hand and said:

"Miss Xu, I will accompany you on this journey."

Whether dead or alive, we should all be in the same place.

After walking out of the cubicle, a hundred meters away was the area where the patients were surrounded by white cloth.

The white cloth that was covering the area was lifted to reveal that the tent was still being expanded.

Xu Mingyue and Chen Qing calmly walked into the first tent under the disbelieving eyes of the surrounding soldiers.

The cough was overwhelming, the room was stuffy, and there was vomit on the side of the hospital bed that was too late to be cleaned.

Even though there were several layers of white towels, one could still smell the disgusting sour smell.

Compared with that small cubicle, this place is purgatory on earth.

Xu Mingyue's eyebrows were calm, and she patiently put her hands on the pulse conditions of different patients again and again, and her gentle voice of inquiry invisibly comforted each patient.

After leaving the first tent, the soldiers carrying the stretcher looked at the slender figure belonging to a woman and walked towards the next tent again.

And the only female doctor in the East District is the little medicine king.

Among the crowd was a doctor who had confronted Xu Mingyue in front of the county government office. Seeing Xu Mingyue's solitary and courageous attitude, his eyes were filled with water.

The man standing quietly shook the water out of his eyes and walked towards Xu Mingyue: "Little Medicine King, please tell us how to lift someone up. We brothers are not cowards."

"Yes, little Medicine King, please teach us how to take care of these patients. We should also be worthy of the title of doctor."

With one call and a hundred responses, Xu Mingyue's scalp instantly became numb and her nose felt sour.

The vast majority of people in this world are good people, and sincerity can indeed be exchanged for sincerity.

Her heart was touched, and her words were extremely gentle. After explaining the matters of lifting and caring for the patient, Xu Mingyue made a promise that belongs to a doctor:

"Don't be afraid, I will work with all the doctors to come up with a prescription, and we will make sure everyone lives."

"Little Medicine King, we believe in you."

Xu Mingyue glanced at those young eyes and walked towards the next tent again.

After visiting nearly fifty camps, when Xu Mingyue walked out of the patient area surrounded by white cloth, the moon was already high in the sky.

Raising the back of her hand to wipe away the fine beads of sweat on her forehead due to running, Xu Mingyue reached out in the direction of Chen Qing.

After flipping through the booklet in his hand again, Chen Qing handed the booklet containing the illness record to Xu Mingyue's hand.

He lit a torch again and kept a suitable distance from Xu Mingyue.

"Girl, do you think there are any other things that I haven't recorded clearly?"