She wants to save people.

Those who are infected with the disease, hundreds of thousands, may even reach millions.

All they need is medicine and they can save it.

But the problem is, there is no myrrh.

Who would have thought that this special medicine was actually a lie the head of the Xi family told to gain benefits.

With this feeling, Zhao Yuanle traveled all the way back to Beidu.

Ming Huyan was waiting early.

He knew that Zhao Yuanle didn't get the medicine.

When Zhao Yuanle said he was lying at home, he was as calm as him and couldn't help but curse him.

In the warm yellow room, Ming Huyan looked speechless

“It’s simply outrageous.”

He now wants to kill the head of the Xi family with one knife.

Zhao Yuanle looked around and asked, "Where is Chen Moying?"

Ming Huyan fell silent for a moment and said, "He is sick."

Zhao Yuanle excitedly slapped the table and stood up: "What!"

Ming Chong said: "He went to a so-called home with his friends and fell ill within a few days."

Zhao Yuanle: "Aren't all sick people there?"

Ming Huyan's voice was a little cold.

"The fish that escapes the net."

He had previously told Chen Moying to pay attention to these things, but as long as Chen Moying would go out to meet people, he would not be able to prevent someone from using his life to poison him.

Zhao Yuanle reacted in an instant and looked at Ming Chongyan: "You..."

She felt that the purpose of these people should be Mingwen.

Ming Chong said: "I've been very busy these days and haven't met him."

Fortunately, Chen Moying's incubation period was very short and was discovered before infecting him.

Zhao Yuanle gritted his teeth: "Why are these people so cruel? If one of them doesn't do it well, wouldn't they have to die?"

Ming Xuyan rubbed his temples and sighed.

"They think they have a support."

After all, he felt that he had special medicine and he didn't have it, so he was confident that he could take him down in one fell swoop after he got infected.

Zhao Yuanle was silent for a moment.

After a while, she spoke: "They probably never dreamed that this thing was fake."

Ming Chong said: "If someone had contracted the disease in the previous wave, they should be in the incubation period now, and they would have developed the disease in about three days."

Zhao Yuanle: "Then your plan?"

Ming Huyan was silent for a while and sighed.

“As usual.”

Zhao Yuanle: "But at that time, there will definitely be a bunch of people. Who knows if there are any diseases inside, and if someone will deliberately spread it everywhere? If you get sick, what should you do?"

Ming Chong said: "Now that no one will believe this news when it is released. Besides, even if someone believes it, it is too late.

If it has spread, even if I postpone the time for a few days, I still can't escape it. So, I might as well follow the original plan. If I really want to get sick, let's all of you together.

At that time, it will be left to fate.

I also want to know what kind of reactions will be like for these people who have always been pampered and pretentious, and they will experience the experiences of ordinary people."

Zhao Yuanle opened his mouth and wanted to say something.

Ming Chongyan said again: "Don't worry, all the important people have been protected."

Zhao Yuanle didn't say anything anymore.

Ming Huyan's eyes were deep, staring at the beating candlelight.

"What should come must come. Everything is arranged, and the day after tomorrow will be the day after tomorrow."

Zhao Yuanle: "Do I need to go together?"

Ming Chong said: "If you don't want to go, you can stop going."

Zhao Yuanle: "I want to go."

She wanted to see what this palace looked like, what the emperor looked like, and what the so-called nobles looked like.

Ming Chong said: "Let's get off early today, and I will send someone to prepare for you tomorrow."

Zhao Yuanle: "I want to go and see Chen Moying tomorrow."

Ming Chong said: "There is danger."

Zhao Yuanle's attitude was firm.

"I'm going."

He sighed and said, "I can't stop you anyway, so if you want to go, go."

Zhao Yuanle nodded and watched Ming Huyan leave.

Stay in the clean house here.

Zhao Yuanle drove the maid out as usual, closed the door alone, and then lay on the bed.

She looked at the elegant patterns above the top of the bed and slowly closed her eyes.

That night, she still couldn't dream of the Pig God.

After getting up in the morning, Zhao Yuanle found someone and took her to see Chen Moying.

Chen Moying was placed alone in a yard with a good environment, and there were people taking care of him at any time at the door.

After Zhao Yuanle entered, wearing a protective veil and two meters away, he saw Chen Moying lying on the bed.

He was already confused, his forehead was covered in sweat, but he suddenly shivered with coldness.

Just as Zhao Yuanle wanted to get closer and take a closer look, his face suddenly turned red, his breathing was rapid, and his heartbeat was beating quickly.

When Zhao Yuanle heard these voices carefully, he quickly turned around and asked the people serving him to go to the doctor.

Then, she rushed over and took out a pain-relieving effect from the medicine placed beside the bed for him to use.

After a while, Chen Moying's breathing slightly recovered, and his face turned pale a little.

His eyes opened a little, and he was completely confused, without any focal length, and he could only see that he was feeling very uncomfortable.

After the doctor came over, he took out his own set of silver needles and prepared to acupuncture to relieve Chen Moying's symptoms.

Zhao Yuanle retreated from the bedside.

She stood at the door, looked back at the painful Chen Moying, and walked out of the yard.

The appearance of those infected people I saw before began to float around in her mind again.

The miserable situation of those people and the despair in their eyes were ten times more uncomfortable than Chen Moying's current appearance.

Zhao Yuanle felt that Chen Moying could still resist it, even if there was no so-called special medicine.

After all, he now has this private doctor and various rare medicinal materials that are hard to find.

But even so, this time he got infected, which was enough for him to drink a pot. He might also have to hurt his lungs, leaving behind sequelae for a lifetime and he would never be able to do physical work again.

He doesn't care about physical work, it doesn't matter, he can do physical work for the rest of his life.

What about the others...

If you get into the lungs and can't do physical work, what's the difference between being sentenced to death?

Zhao Yuanle's brows were not spreading, and his mood was not as heavy as that.

No special medicine...

It would have been great if she could have special medicine.

And now the only one who can give her special medicine is nothing but Pig God.

But this Pig God just refused to see her, which was so annoying.

After returning from here, Zhao Yuanle sprayed some high-alcohol liquor all over his body, and then hung it alone for a while before entering the previous yard.

In the afternoon, someone came with the clothes and things he wanted to wear into the palace.

What followed was news of Chen Moying's critical illness.

Zhao Yuanle ran quickly to the place where Chen Moying was staying in surprise.

She saw the doctor who gave Chen Moying a needle on the ground and trembling. Chen Moying, who was lying on the bed, breathed significantly more difficult, and there was still a trace of blood on the corner of her mouth.

Zhao Yuanle looked at Ming Yunyan next to him.
To be continued...