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Chapter 23

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    Back at Wan's mansion in Chang'an City, Xiang Huan still took her over the wall and into the hospital.

    The twilight is coming together, and the cold moon is as cold as water. Because the maid was dismissed early, it seems that there is no one around here at the moment.

    After seeing her enter the room and close the door, Xiang Huan turned back the same way.  Wanyao stood alone in the room, shining the dark sky from the window. There was no light inside, but it was a large area of ??dark blue.

    She let it go for a long time before she could recover from the bunch of things that happened today, she was constantly cutting and chaotic.

    Wan Yao stood with her eyes closed and took a deep breath, raised her hand and patted her face a few times to cheer herself up.

    According to Xiang Huan, what he put in his mother's tea was a kind of Mabosan specially used for treating trauma on weekdays.  Will wake up after nightfall.

    She hastily closed all the windows, and then bolted the door, and quickly changed into a new dress to borrow the fire.

    After thinking about it carefully, she called a maid to ask her to prepare hot water and prescription medicine for bathing.

    After tossing until the beginning of Xu Shi, Mrs. Wan came to knock on the door.

    "Yaoyao? Yaoyao"

    Wan Yao answered through the door.

    "What are you doing? Close the doors and windows so tightly. Come out and have dinner, the food will be cold in a while."

    "I" Knowing that my mother is timid, telling the truth will definitely make her worry, but ordinary excuses cannot be fooled.

    Wan Yao is not a person who is good at lying, and his words were carefully considered in his mouth, "Mother, I was greedy for cold last night, and I may have contracted some wind-heat symptoms."

    "What? Are you sick?" Mrs. Wan knocked on the door even more anxiously when she heard this, "Then let the mother see the door!"

    "Mother, this kind of febrile disease will pass on to others, and it will be bad if it is passed on to you." She hurriedly explained.

    "How can it be so easy for me, you open the door first and then-" Mrs. Wan is still insisting.

    "It's okay. I'm a doctor, and I can cure it myself. If the wind-heat disease can't be cured at the initial stage, it is very likely to turn into a seasonal epidemic." Wan Yao could only scare her like this.

    "Is that so"

    Listening to the voice, this reason seems to be valid, and the mother's tone gradually eased.

    "But it's not a solution to shut yourself up like this all the time. You also have to eat and drink, don't you?"

    "Three meals a day, let Abi knock on the door and leave them at the door, and the medicine I need will be written on the prescription If the condition is not serious, it should be cured within a few days."

    Mrs. Wan saw that her plan was well-organized, and she couldn't find any faults at the moment, so she could only compromise: "Well, don't be brave. If you can't cure yourself, remember to tell mother in time, and mother will find Dr. Chen for you."

    "I knowthat's right." Wan Yao thought of something, and added, "The bowls and plates for food delivery are wooden, and the tableware I have used will be thrown away once. I must remember it and can't use it again!"

    I always feel that she is making too much of a fuss, and such a careful arrangement made Mrs. Wan panic for no reason.

    "Yaoyao, is it really all right?"

    "It's okay." Her tone was calm and gentle, "Mother, you don't have to worry, the condition will be stable in about three days."

    After three days, either return to the world, or go to hell.

    This kind of waiting is undoubtedly uneasy and painful. Wanyao has never felt that the past thirty-six hours, which were ordinary in the past, were so long and difficult.

    The first thing to do after waking up every day is to take off your clothes and check all the details of your body from top to bottom, not letting go of your fingers.

    ?Because the doors and windows were sealed, a few strands of straight light barely penetrated the room until it was three poles in the sun. Besides, everything around her made her feel like she was in a prison.

    When she really had nothing to do, she had to dig out unfinished medical books and female celebrities, busy back and forth, as if she was concentrating on her work in order to distract herself a little.

    ?As a doctor, Wanyao is more afraid of life and death than Xiang Huan, who has no taboos. It is easy to kill but difficult to save. She knows how fragile a life is.

    The quiet boudoir is dark, but the outside world is just as difficult to be peaceful.

    When Xiang Huan brought the bad news of the epidemic to the general's mansion, a turbulent wave was set off in the court and the opposition.

    The source of the plague was in Liang Sikong's mansion, and the news spread like wildfire. The first person who was furious was of course Emperor Xian'an, who dumped a table full of memorials, paper and pens in front of all civil and military officials.

    ?But things are different. After all, it is a plague passed down from population to population.bsp; That is a girl who calms down as long as people see her.

    "elder sister."

    With an extra glass of chilled sour plum soup in hand, Wan Yao turned her head from a pile of medical books, and saw this little boy wearing a mask standing beside her.

    "For me? Thank you."

    She took it.

    In the blink of an eye, Sang Ye has been studying under Mr. Chen for two or three months. During this period of time, the regular diet and work and rest have made him grow rapidly.  A lot of firm meat.

    Wan Yao took a sip, looked him up and down, reached out and patted his arm twice.

    "Is there any discomfort in your body these days? I heard from your husband that you study very seriously. If there is anything you don't understand, you can ask me."

    Sang Ye hurriedly said: "It doesn't matter to me, you need to rest more."

    "Yes." She said yes with a smile.

    "While you are free now, show me your recent homework."

    "Okay, I'll go right away."

    He was in a hurry, and was about to go back to get it. At this moment, a person suddenly ran in outside the medical hall.  The visitor staggered, his figure was unstable, and he almost threw himself on the table in one breath.  He raised his face with difficulty, his pale lips hoarsely asked everyone for help: "Help mehelp me"

    The complexion is sallow, with purple spots all over the place. One can tell at a glance that it is a patient infected with the plague. These days these patients come in wave after wave. Although the doctors present are familiar with it, they are also afraid of this disease, and they are terrified at the moment  spread out in a circle.

    Sang Ye pulled Wan Yao back to a safe place, only to see the patient stretch out his hand to them weakly

    Suddenly, a big leather-covered palm stretched out behind him, grabbed the hem of his clothes suddenly, picked him up almost effortlessly, and threw him neatly onto the flat-top car outside the door.

    Mingguang Xuanjia, a teenager in the hall, his military uniform makes him sharper and more edgy, just like the snow-tooth gun he used to use.

    "Xiang Huan!" A faint light flashed in Wan Yao's eyes, and his gaze was fixed on the young officer opposite.

    He seemed to be very tired, clutching his neck and turning his head, striding into the door, his wrists still moving as if they were relaxed.

    "It's really hot to death. I can catch more than a dozen people like this all day long."

    The moment Sang Ye saw Xiang Huan, her bright flowery smile fell down instantly, and her eyes were full of disgust.

    Wan Yao wondered, "Why are you here?"

    "I was patrolling the city yesterday and I just got off work. I passed by here thinking of begging for some water I'm dying of thirst." He took off his leather case, fished it out, grabbed the bowl of sour plum soup in front of her and drank it down in one gulp.

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