When many people heard this, joy and hope appeared in their empty and helpless eyes, and they knelt down one after another, kowtowed and said excitedly: "Thank you, thank you!"

Lou Shulin said: "Get up, go back and rest, and wait for the good news." ”

These words were just to appease the people, and he was not completely sure that the imperial doctor and Twilight Sheng would really be able to cure the plague.

But now that he is here, he also hopes that they can really save the people of Yilin.

After the people dispersed, Lou Shulin turned his gaze to Ye Dusheng and the imperial doctor behind him, and said solemnly: "You rely on you, if you can solve this plague, you will definitely be rewarded, hard work." ”

"The prince is serious, the doctor is benevolent, and it is our duty to solve the plague." Imperial Doctor Zhang, who has the highest position among the imperial doctors, said respectfully.

Lou Shulin nodded, frowned slightly at Ye Dusheng's soft eyes, and said in a low voice, "Be careful, don't be too tired." ”

He was still afraid that this man would be infected with the plague, and instead of being cured, he put himself in it......

Ye Dusheng smiled back and nodded slightly, his eyes were like peach blossoms, and his pink lips were slightly raised, but there was a trace of worry in his eyes.

Gao Xiaoxian saw that it was almost over, so he said loudly: "Lord Wang, the lower officials in the room are ready, so I will take you to rest?" ”

"Let's go." Lou Shulin said.

Then Lou Shulin and the others lived in Gao Xiaoxian's house, although Gao Xiaoxian arranged another room for Ye Dusheng, but Lou Shulin directly pulled Ye Dusheng to live with him.

Gao Xiaoxian also set aside a spacious room as a pharmacy for the use of the imperial doctors.

After lunch and resting for a while, Gao Xiaoxian followed Ye Dusheng's instructions and brought a villager who was suffering from the plague over to observe them.

The general symptom of the plague was that the whole body was infected with a red rash, which gradually festered, and within a few days it could not survive.

The plague was raging, and people were dying one after another, so Ye Dusheng and several imperial doctors had to study the plague day and night, trying to refine the medicine for a radical cure.

But the drugs developed several times had no effect, at most they only alleviated the symptoms, and Ye Dusheng's body bones were too weak, and he soon contracted a cold.

If it weren't for Lou Shulin's sleeping hole, I'm afraid Ye Dusheng would have to continue to stay up late and not rest all day.

After having a lesson, on the evening of the third day, when Lou Shulin had not ordered him to sleep, Ye Dusheng secretly drugged Lou Shulin to stun.

Another day passed, and the number of people dying from the disease continued to increase, but there was still no progress in the antidote.

The night was getting darker, the weather was slightly cool, Lou Shulin had a white cloak hanging on his arm, and he was holding Chinese medicine in his right hand.

The candlelight flickered, Ye Dusheng stood in front of the table, the moonlight was like a cold streamer, shining through the paper window, combined with the orange candlelight, gently sprinkling Ye Dusheng's body.

Ye Dusheng lowered his eyes, his hair was tied with a cyan band, his long eyelashes were like ink butterflies, his skin seemed to be white and flawless, and he was dressed in an elegant green shirt that set off him with clear ripples.

It's just that the beauty's willow eyebrows are deeply locked at this time, and between the eyebrows, there seems to be a cloud of sorrow that cannot be solved, which makes people feel pity involuntarily, and wants to embrace this seemingly weak beauty into her arms and solve problems for him.

Lou Shulin stared at Ye Dusheng, who was focusing on fiddling with medicinal herbs, and thought of the people who had died of illness in front of them during the day, sighed deeply, and walked towards Ye Dusheng with his eyebrows constricted.