MTL - Farm Gate Escape: There is Room For Full-level Bosses-Chapter 72 Who's prescription (please subscribe)

   Chapter 72 Who's Prescription (For Subscription)

   Bai Wutong's team was not small at first, but now they have joined the Qinghe 30 people headed by the Cui family, and the entire team has reached several thousand people at once.

   mighty, more than the number of defenders in the past.

   With so many people, it is impossible not to attract attention.

  Unfortunately, none of the 200,000 troops sent by King Ping to Jiangyuan City and Fengming City stopped them from going to Ling Country.

   Thick black smoke rose from the place where the 200,000 army camped, Bai Wutong's expression sank, and the breeze said: "The army is infected with the plague."

   The 200,000-strong army had already been infected with the plague before they went to the battlefield to support the front. No matter how powerful Ning Yuanhou was, if he could not wait for support in Fengming City, he might not be able to hold it for long.

  Bai Wutong and the others planned to bypass Jiangyuan City. The Cui family's resistance was no stronger than their long-term consumption of medicine. The matter of Yang Quanzi's offering of the medicine fell into the hands of Qingfeng and Lin Yue.

   They happened to be going to Jiangyuan City to do business, and by the way, they offered a prescription, which was more suitable than others.

   When they separated, Bai Wutong specially gave them a protective mask with a head covering and a pair of gloves. After dressing up, Bai Wutong laughed out loud, a bit like a robber wearing stockings.

  Qingfeng was still in a calm state, but Lin Yue's face turned red into a monkey's butt, and he muttered, "It's useful."

  Bai Wutong said: "Why don't you use it? This is called effective protection. You can't miss anything. When you come back, remember to change your clothes under the ginkgo tree in front of you, and spray everything with alcohol before following up."

   Bai Wutong said so, and Lin Yue felt that no matter how ugly he looked like, he could only accept it.

  Lin Yue Qingfeng rode on a horse and parted ways with Bai Wutong and the others, and hurried to Jiangyuan City.

  The gates of Jiangyuan City were closed, and all the people under the city were sick and stricken with ashes.

  Lin Yue and Qing Feng looked at each other, rode on horses and shouted to the guards: "We have a cure for the plague, please see the prefect!"

  The medicine for the plague, the guards looked at each other at the city wall, and shouted to them: "Wait, let's go and inform the mansion first."

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With a    "squeak", the old woman pushed the door open. She brought out a spittoon with thick sputum, and shook her head at Shi Zhifu across the distance, indicating that the old man is still fine.

   Shi Zhifu was in a hurry like an ant on a hot pot. His father accidentally contracted the plague, and a genius doctor apprentice came here. After two days of treatment, the condition not only did not improve, but it became heavier.

  If Gu Zhongxun had not emphasized that he could only try it, and he was not sure, Shi Zhifu would have wanted to drag this genius doctor apprentice liar out to slaughter.

   Shi Zhifu really can't wait any longer. Nearly 80% of the people in this city are sick. His father is sick. Is his son still far from sick?

  If there is no cure for this, Shi Zhifu plans to move his father to the back yard first.

   It's not that he is unfilial. If the old man loves his grandson, he will definitely ask to go.

   Shi Zhifu was about to go to Gu Zhongxun and asked him if his condition was progressing. The servant rushed in in a hurry and said loudly: "Master is not well, the eldest son and wife are feverish!"

   As soon as these words came out, Shi Zhifu's legs softened with fright, his mind turned around, and he was suddenly supported by someone, so that he would not fall to the ground.

   Shi Zhifu wiped a cold sweat, barely stood still, and staggered to the other courtyard.

  People arrive before they arrive.

"Doctor Gu! Doctor Gu! Can you cure it! The people in the city have also asked you to study it, and my father has personally tried it out for you, so you are right now! If you can't cure it, , everyone in my prefect is going to die!" Shi Zhifu roared angrily at Gu Zhongxun, who was burying his head in dispensing medicine.

  Gu Zhongxun did not lift his head and said, "Don't be in a hurry, Shi Zhifu, Zhongxun is doing his best to formulate a formula that can cure the plague."

"Do your best! Do your best! How many days have you been on treatment! How many medicines have I spent! I tell you, if my father doesn't see well tonight, I will cut off your liar's head and hang it on the city wall to apologize to the people! "Every day I hear people shouting for help at the door, Shi Zhifu's whole person is about to collapse, snot and tearful, so pitiful.

   He has only been the prefect of Jiangyuan City for the first year, and he has not had enough oil and water yet, how can he lose his life here!

  Gu Zhongxun finally raised his head and glanced at him, comforting: "Come on, as long as you try the medicine a few more times, Master Shi will be fine."

   "Try a few more times? Take it a few more times, my dad wouldn't have died, but he was killed by your medicine!"

   Shi Zhifu became more and more excited. He pushed down all the prescriptions Gu Zhongxun was preparing, grabbed his neck and said viciously: "You quack doctor! Liar! Bastard!"

  Gu Zhongxun's eyes widened, he pushed Shi Zhifu away in a panic, and hurriedly squatted down to pick up the medicine he had just prepared.

Shi Zhifu was pushed to the threshold by him and reached out to touch it. The back of his head was bleeding. He was so angry that he couldn't bear to ask someone to drag this quack doctor out, when the servant suddenly came to report excitedly: "Lord Prefect, prefect My lord, someone claimed to have brought a prescription for the plague outside the city gate!"

   Shi Zhifu was angry and waved his hand, "Let these liars get out of my way!"

The servant asked uncertainly, "Really let it go? It's all like this, it's better to use a dead horse as a living horse doctor." He glanced at Gu Zhongxun, who was still burying his head in picking up medicine, and whispered: "Not better than the one inside. Strong?"

   Shi Zhifu thought about it too, and he didn't care about the pain in his head, he waved his hand again, "Then you take them to the yamen!"

   Suddenly, Gu Zhongxun who picked up the prescription said: "I will go too, if they really have the prescription to cure the plague, the people will be saved!"

   "Okay, if you want to go, go and see if they are liars." In addition to treating the plague, Gu Zhongxun is also a good doctor who has rejuvenated his life. He has given him acupuncture for many years of cervical spondylosis.

   Shi Zhifu finally regained his senses.

  The city gate opened a crack, and someone in the city waved for Qingfeng and Lin Yue to enter the city.

   As soon as the city gate was closed, they were accompanied by ten guards guarding the city.

   Entering from the back door to the back yard of the yamen, Lin Yue and Qing Feng saw Shi Zhifu with dark circles comparable to a national treasure, separated by a distance of tens of meters.

   Not much nonsense, Qingfeng said directly: "This is a prescription that can treat and prevent plagues, as well as measures to control and block the plague. Shi Zhifu will use it to treat the people."

   So sure that the plague can be cured, Shi Zhifu did not believe it, and frowned: "How do you prove that this medicine is effective?"

  Lin Yue and Qingfeng are only responsible for the prescription, they are not doctors, Qingfeng said indifferently: "You will know after you try it."

   Shi Zhifu motioned his servants to bring the prescription, and then handed it to Gu Zhongxun next to him, "Look, is there any problem?"

  Gu Zhongxun opened it and saw the prescription, so he was convinced by the doctor Bai Wutong's measures to prevent the plague.

   is so clear, it is much clearer and more useful than what his master gave him in the handwritten notes.

   When he looked at the prescription again, his eyes widened, and a ecstatic smile suddenly appeared on Qingjun's face, "This, this, who made this prescription?"

   Kneeling for a monthly pass! Monthly pass! ! Kneel down for the little masters... woo woo ~ give me some! ! !

   (end of this chapter)