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Compared with those children born when father and mother love each other, children without parental affection, even if they get the most honorable status in the world, they are still more pitiful than those children who grow up bathed in love.

He has no right to choose whether to be born or not, passively accepting everything he never wanted to have.

Xun Zhui unconsciously pinched the rein with his thumb, his fingers turned red from being ground by the rough rope.

Delivering babies is slow work, so Yu Niesheng assigned some of the drug boys to continue collecting information on the victims, and the rest helped him deliver the babies.The sheets need to be held by someone, and it takes a lot of effort to lift them with both hands, and one person can't support them for a long time, so they need to be rotated.The common people spontaneously looked for wooden sticks that could hold up the bed sheets. The oxytocin drugs given to the pregnant women had just started, and the bed sheets did not need to be lifted manually.Just someone watching to keep the sticks holding up the sheets from toppling over.

Delivering babies is a slow job that doesn't end until evening.

The baby's loud cry drove away everyone's exhaustion, and the crowd who had been quiet for a long time became restless again, rubbing their sleepy eyes and looking at the source of the sound.

Both Yu Niesheng and Song Nanping were stained with the blood of the pregnant woman. Yaotong held up clear water to wash the blood on their arms. Yu Niesheng lowered his head. Xunzhui couldn't see his expression, but he could still feel it. joy.

Everyone who witnessed the arrival of a new life here was very happy, as if it was a happy event at home. The women helped the drug boy to deal with the production site, and the men carefully watched the wrinkled and not-so-beautiful baby in the hands of the old woman.

"Aren't you going to take a look?" Song Nanping had arrived in front of Xun Zhui at some time.

Xun Zhui immediately looked away from the distance, and Song Nanping said again: "The baby is very healthy, but the mother needs to rest and have a lot of nutrition. If there is no breast milk, the baby will die."

"What do you mean?" Xun asked.

Song Nanping: "Help people to the end."

After hearing this, Xun Zhui found it quite funny, living in a good room in the Ivy Villa, enjoying the service of the maid, the medicine boy, and the delicious food and drink are provided uninterruptedly, how shameless it is to say the words "help to the end".

I depend on others, but I want to be generous to others.

Is a safe birth worth celebrating?Yes, the doctor was very happy, and the old couple who saved their daughter's life were grateful.

So how to live next?A woman who ran away from her husband has parents who need to be filial, and a newborn child waiting to be fed.If her husband doesn't come back, she will be a living widow who sticks to the three obediences and four virtues and is scolded by others.

Xun Zhui never took a step closer, and sat far away on the horse waiting for Yu Niesheng and Song Nanping to come back and start their journey again.

Yu Niesheng also did not agree to take care of the mother and child. The current situation is special. Although Qingteng Villa helps the victims, it is not a good hall after all.A mother and son walk in today, and tomorrow there will be a large number of refugees begging for shelter.

In fact, it's not surprising that Song Nanping had this kind of thinking. The young master who came from a medical clinic and is a doctor himself would naturally feel sympathy for the patients he had treated.

Xun asked Song Nanping, is it right that your mother often lectures you.

Song Nanping was taken aback, but didn't understand.

Yu Niesheng let out a chuckle, which made it even more obvious that Song Nanping was lacking in intelligence.

I didn't expect to meet a pregnant woman before I came here. It was getting late and it was not safe to go back to the villa.Among the group of people, Xunzhui has the most important position. Yu Niesheng asked what Xunzhui meant, and Xunzhui said that he would listen to Yu Niesheng's arrangement.

Yu Niesheng said: "Since His Majesty asked me to make a decision, I will rest in the medical hall in the villa tonight. Don't worry, Your Majesty, this medical hall is not for treating patients."

"Is it also for the development of drugs?" Xun asked.

"Yes." Yu Niesheng replied, "It's better to be closer to the plague than to always study in the villa."

There is one thing that Xun Zhui has always wondered about. The plague broke out in the south for three or four months. Why is there no solution until now?

"In the past, the research on the prescription was quick because the symptoms of the disease were similar to those in the records, and it could be studied on the basis of the records. This plague is different from the previous ones, so it will take more time. But now a lot of progress has been made, and the preliminary The researched prescriptions are used to treat critically ill patients." Yu Niesheng asked Xunzhui, "I don't know how the capital is progressing?"

"The plague was discovered in the capital later than here, and there was no result before leaving." Song Nanping knew best, and Dai Xun chased him back.

After a whole afternoon of tossing, everyone was so hungry that their chests were stuck to their backs. There was nothing good in the city during the special period. The cook of the medical center ordered a large pot of noodles, served them with simple dishes, and everyone shared the food with bowls.Xun Zhui also ate some, and when picky eaters scored points, it would be too hypocritical to pick and choose now.

It may be that I haven't eaten since I had dinner at the villa in the morning, and I feel that the pasta that I don't eat much on weekdays is particularly delicious.

After dinner, Yu Niesheng had to look through the medical clinic to pay his bills, while Xunzhui went upstairs to rest.

Song Nanping delivered medicine once before going to bed, and watched Xun Zhui drink it down before leaving in peace.

Xun Zhui lay on the bed looking at the plain white curtains, gently rubbed his sore crotch, since he was on the horse for too long today, his body couldn't adapt for a while.Since Song Nanping took care of his body, he didn't have as much rest time as before, and his energy was more abundant than in the palace.Up to now, Xun Zhui is not quite sure whether Song Nanping's medical skills are good or bad, but he just thinks that this person is amazing and knows everything, but it seems that no one is particularly proficient.

Dr. Song has a problem. He likes to watch patients finish their medicine before leaving.

Xun Zhui lay on the bedside and retched for a while, but nothing came out, feeling inexplicably angry.

It is always uneasy to rest in an unfamiliar environment, and Xun Zhui was already dressed and sitting in the hall at dawn, which is also the beginning of the busyness of the medical center.Everyone in the medical center boiled water and boiled the medicine to ensure that the people got up early in the morning to receive the medicine with sufficient supply.

Ivy Villa has its own strict rules, all drugs need to be released from the warehouse and brewed, and more than three people must testify and record, in order to prevent some dirty hands and feet from stealing drugs and selling them on the black market for huge profits.There are also two accountants, who will record separately, and ask another gentleman to calculate the balance at the end of the month.

Refugees gathered outside the city, while the people inside the city stayed at home as little as possible to go out. Occasionally, they only went to the government to get food, and went to the hospital to get the medicine to prevent the plague.The whole city is like a no-man's land. The vendors' stalls around the streets are still there, and the garbage that has not been thrown away is also bagged and neatly placed in the stalls.

When Xun chased him out for a walk, the drug boy who came with them happened to come in from outside the door and asked, "Young master, are you going out?"

Xun Zhui nodded.

"It's not safe outside, young master, it's better to stay in the museum."

Xun Zhui didn't say yes or no, and when Yaotong entered the backyard, he immediately left the hospital.

I planned to ask Yan Zhaohe how to inform Ling Yuying last night, but I didn't expect to be able to go back at all.Compared with the plague, Xun Zhui is more worried about King Chong, even if Yan Zhaohe assured himself that Li Chong would never dare to make a mistake.People's hearts are separated by belly, and the curtain of planning has also stumbled.

Wandering around the city aimlessly, he walked out of the city without realizing it.The refugees are still resting, more exposed and wrapped in blankets.Xun Zhui raised his eyes, and saw a group of people walking towards this side quietly from a distance, he waited for the people to get closer, and the leader spoke first.

"Woke up so early, did you rest last night?"

Xun Zhui looked past the man and looked behind him.

"The prefect can't ride a horse, and the carriage is slower than us."

Xun Zhui took off the bamboo hat he had casually put on when he went out, and listened to Yan Zhaohe's explanation, inexplicably wanted to laugh.

What prefect is so big?When the prince of the dynasty opens the way ahead, he follows behind in a comfortable carriage?

Yan Zhaohe dismounted, walked slowly in front of Xunzhui, touched Xunzhui's cold cheek with the back of his hand: "I thought you were in the villa, but last night Bo Yan asked someone to report that you were here."

Xun Zhui pinched the bamboo hat and placed it on Yan Zhaohe's head, looked at it with his hands behind his back and shook his head for a moment.Yan Zhaohe laughed, took off the hat and helped Xun put it on again, "Although the magistrate has never seen you, it's better not to let people see you."

Xun Zhui frowned, thought for a moment and wrote in Yan Zhaohe's palm: "Whose person?"

"Your Majesty, anyone who does not know the details must remain vigilant," Yan Zhaohe said.

"I'm looking for someone." Xun wrote.

"Who?"

"Yingge Xiaozhu's former oiran, Yuyao." Xun wrote, "Maybe he changed his name."

"scope."

Xun Zhui tried his best to recall the evidence presented by Zhao Chuanzhi, "Half a year ago, he married a businessman who came to the capital to do business."

Yan Zhaohe smiled and said, "It's not easy to find. It's common for businessmen from the south to go to the capital. Is Your Majesty asking you to find a needle in a haystack?"

Xunzhui shook his head, it was hard to find, but easy to find.

The businessmen who come to the capital are all leaders in doing business in the local area, and every time they enter or leave the government, they will have a travel record.For Yingge Xiaozhu to be an oiran woman, she must be both talented and beautiful, so she only needs to pick out those who have married in the past half a year among these businessmen, and ask them one by one.

Yingge Xiaozhu was always a case he couldn't let go of, and he believed that Kou Dan just wanted to take the blame for the young girl.A woman like Kou Dan should not shield criminals, nor should she be wronged.

"Does Your Majesty remember to arrest you and take you to Yingge Xiaozhu?" Yan Zhaohe asked.

Xun Zhui nodded.

"Your Majesty executed the two of them on the spot. Do you know why?"

Xun Zhui didn't make a sound, waiting for Yan Zhaohe's explanation.

"The aroma of a cup of clear tea is overwhelmingly clear, but there will still be tea dregs that have not been filtered out at the bottom of the cup. Could it be that His Majesty will give up clear tea because of such a little bit of tea dregs?"

The man followed the temptation carefully, but the young man who listened to the temptation didn't buy it.

"Even if His Majesty is clear in his heart, sometimes he doesn't need to be so clear. Sometimes pretending to be confused will make things much easier."

Xun Zhui's voice was light and ethereal, but he interrupted Yan Zhaohe unquestionably.

"I don't like tea."

The two were in a stalemate at the gate of the city, waiting for the magistrate who was so arrogant.

Seeing Yan Zhaohe standing, the magistrate hurriedly trot behind Yan Zhaohe after the carriage stopped and asked, "Your Highness, do you have any instructions?"

Yan Zhao said coldly, "Send this young master to the medical clinic in the city."

"I dont go."

"obedient."

The magistrate didn't know who Xun Zhui was, but the one who challenged King Zhao in this way must be someone he couldn't offend. He quickly stood behind Yan Zhaohe and said, "Your Majesty will definitely deliver the young master safely."

Xun Zhui laughed angrily, what little boy?What safe delivery?

"If I really want to run, can you stop me?" Xun Zhui asked.

"Your Majesty, you can try."

Xun chased after the hand that was holding the sword tightly.

"it is good."