On the carriage going to the city wall the next day, Li Di's conversation was obviously not as good as when they first met. Gu Huai knew that he was probably regarded by Li Di as the kind of person Li Di talked about yesterday, but he had no explanation for this.

mean.

I haven't had much contact with him, so I can't draw a conclusion, but I can tell that Li Di is the kind of person with an excessive sense of justice. Perhaps this is also the reason why he entered the Criminal Division.

Gu Huai was really in no mood to talk more about the miserable situation of tens of thousands of refugees abroad.

The whole night of waiting seems very long. If at first it was just because I heard about the plague that I had some ideas, now it turns into really wanting to save more people, so time becomes particularly precious.

I remembered what I heard from Mr. Qian before: "This 'pimple plague' first affects domestic animals such as pigs and sheep. Their whole bodies are red, swollen and hot. They cannot eat forage. Their limbs are uncoordinated and cannot walk. They have difficulty breathing and bleeding from their eyes and nose.

Then when it is infected on people, it turns into blisters, which turn into pimples after suppuration and spread, and people die quickly within a few days of the onset.”

I don’t know if it’s the kind of plague I thought... Can home-made antibiotics really work? What if in the end it not only didn’t work but also killed the man’s wife... There were tens of thousands of refugees outside the city, really.

Can he be saved?

His thoughts were surging all the way. When the carriage stopped, Gu Huai came back to his senses. He went up to the city wall according to yesterday's procedure. Gu Huai saw the man wandering by the city gate at a glance. From time to time, he went to see and feed his mother.

Drink some water and straighten your messy white hair.

When he finally saw the green-shirted scholar on the city wall, he immediately showed an excited expression of joy and gratitude, and shouted a few words loudly. Although it sounded a bit vague, it was probably words like "Benefactor".

Gu Huai waved his hand, picked up the stones, wrapped the note and threw it away.

"Did you follow yesterday's note to open the pustule, clean out the pus, and apply a clear solution to bandage it?"

This is the issue that Gu Huai is most concerned about. Although the man's facial expressions and movements indicate one point, he still needs to confirm it.

The man took three steps at a time to pick up the note. After reading it, he immediately shouted towards the city wall: "It's done! My mother..."

The following words were a little hard to hear. Gu Huai nodded and threw down the second one.

"Are there any symptoms such as a drop in body temperature, stable breathing, and subsidence of headaches?"

This time the response is still positive.

Qingming and Li Di, who were standing aside, watched Gu Huai and the man under the city wall communicate in this weird way. When they saw a complex smile of relief and joy on Gu Huai's face, Li Di didn't know what was happening.

What happened? Qingming's big eyes flickered slightly.

"Although I don't know if it's fate..." Gu Huai waved his hand towards the man, indicating that he understood, "but tens of thousands of refugees can be saved."

"What?" Li Di was still a little confused, "What does Mr. Gu mean?"

"It's considered a clinical trial. Even if it's not effective enough, we can still rely on the dosage. If it doesn't work, we can still buy some time to come up with a method of intravenous injection." The pressure that had been on Gu Huai since yesterday disappeared, and he became

I felt much more relaxed, "If you can save one, you can save a group."

He had studied medicine to some extent and was a doctor like Mr. Qian. Although Li Di was a little confused about the terms in Gu Huai's words, he still understood what Gu Huai had done.

His eyes widened: "Can you cure the 'pimple plague?'"

He looked at the man under the city wall, and then at the scholar in green shirt on the wall: "You came here to test the medicine yesterday, didn't you give some food as alms?"

Gu Huai nodded lightly, Li Di touched his cheek, and smiled bitterly after a moment: "I thought you were here to ask for merit with a small bamboo basket... I was wrong, and I could say that.

The person who talks will naturally not be like that."

He glanced at the tragic situation outside the city wall: "I finally understand why master values ​​you so much. If you can save all these tens of thousands of refugees, you will be called the reincarnation of a saint..."

"It's impossible to save everyone. The person is also responsible for the symptoms," Gu Huai said sincerely, "If the symptoms are severe, this method cannot be used. You need to use a syringe... That requires a complete set of industrial systems, let alone

In this era, it would not be possible to push it forward another three hundred years, and those who are allergic to antibiotics have already passed the gate of death."

"So a lot of people are still going to die?"

"Although it's unfortunate, it's true," Gu Huai sighed, "Of course, we can also give it a try. It's always good to save one more life..."

Li Di was startled: "We?"

Gu Huai, who was somewhat relieved, patted Li Di's shoulder affectionately:

"I would like to ask, do you want to be promoted?"

…

The continuous carriage ran over the stones on the official road, causing some slight bumps. Li Mingzhu in the carriage put down the book in his hand and slowly curled up the corner of his mouth in a beautiful curve.

I can't learn more about that old man from the collection of works... He is worthy of being a person who rose from being a minor attendant in the Wei Dynasty to being a minister in the Ministry of Officials.

It was already the last stop of Pingjiang Mansion. When the Wei Dynasty was at its peak, it controlled the whole territory of Jiangnan. Countless civil servants were appointed to official posts by Emperor Wei's imperial pen, but after this journey, no one can remember them.

The carriage stopped in front of a majestic manor, but the guards lined up in front of the gate did not move out of the way. After a long silence, the curtain of the carriage was opened by slender fingers.

No longer the gentle and kind look in front of Gu Huai, Li Mingzhu, dressed in light gold palace clothes, stepped out of the carriage, her eyebrows and eyebrows raised very high were a little solemn:

"I will go see you myself."

The door opened and after walking through the pavilions, Li Mingzhu saw the old man who was reading.

He didn't wipe away his tears hypocritically like the others, calling "Your Highness the Princess" like an old minister, nor did he deliberately and coldly refuse, but just pointed to the chair beside him:

"sit."

People who have been in power for a long time will raise their hands and feet with dignity. It is the calmness and indifference that can only be achieved after holding power. However, Li Mingzhu did not follow the instructions and still stood a little lonely and stubborn:

"Wu Shidu."

The old man raised his eyes slightly: "A few old guys have sent letters, and there are many speculations. But this word of 'reading'... do you think that officials dare not kill people?"

Li Mingzhu met his gaze: "There are still many people who remember Da Wei."

"That's right, no high-ranking official wants to bear the infamy of having to renounce the Zen royal family, and we old people still have to pay some respect," the old man put down the book, "but here's the problem -

-It is one thing for the old people to remember the Wei Dynasty, but it is another thing for how many people in the world today remember the Wei Dynasty. Taizu has set up a deadlock a long time ago, just waiting for you to jump out."

Li Mingzhu was speechless. The old man’s words were to the point. Decades later, how many people would still remember the reclusive royal family of the previous dynasty? If we don’t raise the banner of restoring the country, we will eventually be forgotten by the world, but if we really do, What an action, it is to hand the knife to the current Daqian royal family and solve the problem once and for all.

She raised her head and said: "After this year, my younger brother will be crowned, and the palace is already preparing to grant a marriage."

"You have endured it for decades, why not continue to endure it? Enjoying the glory and wealth for more than ten years, and then giving birth to a son and then dying is better than countless people in the world." The old man's words were a bit harsh, "Why use the last Do you want to take risks? Where do you get the confidence?"

"Including my father, three generations of hard work have been enough," Li Mingzhu paused, "and that man's health is getting worse and worse."

There was a look of pity on the old man's face: "You are no longer orthodox. Even if the official's health continues to deteriorate, there will be new officials ascending the throne. The ministers in the court and the countless people in the place, no one wants to be the leader of the Wei Dynasty anymore. People."

He picked up the scroll and did not say any words to see off the guests, but he had already firmly expressed his attitude towards seeing the guests off:

"I haven't seen you today."

After a moment of silence, the man in light gold palace clothes left the pavilion. A faint look of exhaustion appeared on Li Mingzhu's charming face, but it was quickly suppressed by the reappearance of indifference and solemnity.
Chapter completed!