The Sickly Scion’s Petite Wife Is Sweet And Cool

In order to facilitate the doctor's observation and treatment, Xuanyuan Ziming asked the soldiers to isolate a large area in the east of the city as an isolation area, and arranged all the patients infected with the disease to live there.

Which is divided into several small areas according to the severity of the disease.

There is also a checkpoint in front of the epidemic area. He specially arranged people to stay there. Whether it is a doctor or a family member of a sick person, they need to undergo strict disinfection when entering and leaving, and drink a bowl of anti-epidemic medicine soup.

As soon as they approached the quarantine area, one after another coughing and wailing came out.

There should be a lot of lime water sprinkled around, even through the gauze soaked in concoction, you can still smell the pungent taste of lime water.

Xuanyuan Ziming came out with several doctors, and when he saw them coming, his eyes lit up: "Madam, Jiajia, you are here."

Ji Luo nodded, listened to him talking about his arrangements, nodded and said, "Well done."

"I did it according to the method left by my predecessors." Xuanyuan Ziming scratched his head embarrassedly, his eyes were full of red blood, and at a glance, he knew that he had arranged for these overnight breaks.

Shen Yijia looked around and didn't see Song Jingchen, so she hurriedly asked, "Do you know where my husband went?"

Yesterday, when everyone left the city, it was already in the second half of the night. She was so sleepy that Ji Luo and Mo Yuan teamed up and threw them into the tub and took a medicated bath before falling asleep. She didn't see him when she woke up this morning.

Xuanyuan Ziming said, "Big Brother Song has taken someone to burn the corpse."

Fortunately, it was discovered in time, and everyone had not had time to mourn their deceased relatives. Otherwise, people outside the city would have to dig graves, and they would not know how many people would be infected by then.

"Look, it's over there." Xuanyuan Ziming pointed to one place.

Shen Yijia looked in the direction he was pointing, halfway across the city, and saw a place where thick smoke was rising at a glance.

"Don't worry, he will be back soon." Xuanyuan Ziming said.

Shen Yijia nodded.

"Mrs. Ji." The imperial doctor came out and called anxiously: "Come in and see, there is a patient who is dying."

"Jiajia, wait for your mother outside here." Ji Luo hurriedly ordered, and quickly walked into the quarantine area with Mo Yuan.

In less than a cup of tea, a desperate roar came from inside.

"Mother... wake up, please save my mother, aren't you doctors, please save her..."

"Please save my mother, save her..."

Shen Yijia's fingertips trembled.

Xuanyuan Ziming's face also turned pale. This plague was raging and the onset was extremely fast. The patient who was still able to move yesterday has already been lying down on his last breath today.

Watching the fresh life disappear in front of his eyes, Xuanyuan Ziming felt full of powerlessness.

He waved his hand, and the two soldiers rushed in immediately, and after a while came out carrying a corpse whose head was covered with a white cloth.

A teenage boy chased after him and was held down by soldiers again.

"Where are you taking my mother? My mother isn't dead yet, please let her go..."

The teenager was pressed to the ground, unable to move, and could only stare at the person being carried out of the quarantine area with red eyes.

A gust of wind blew up the corner of the white cloth, and a pus and rotten hand was unexpectedly exposed in front of Shen Yijia.

Her pupils shrank, trying to suppress the nausea in her heart so that she didn't spit it out.

No matter how terrifying and tragic the plagues seen in the book, they were just dry words, far less impactful to her.

"Don't look." A warm voice sounded behind her, and at the same time, a broad hand loomed in front of her eyes, cutting off her sight from the outside world.

"Xianggong." Shen Yijia's voice trembled. For the first time, she felt scared, and for the first time had the intention of retreating.

She was afraid that her mother, her husband, the big scumbag, Xuanyuan Ziming, everyone she knew would contract this terrible disease.

She wanted to knock them unconscious and throw them out of Fengcheng regardless.

Feeling that her body was trembling slightly, Song Jingchen felt remorse, and because he had just moved the corpse and had not had time to change his clothes, he did not dare to take the person into his arms, so he could only try his best to calm down and say: "It's okay, it's okay, it'll be over soon."

His voice seemed to carry some kind of magic, and it got into his ears, and Shen Yijia's heart gradually calmed down.

"Actually, you don't need to stay in the city..." Xuanyuan Ziming pursed his lips and suggested, "How about I have someone send you out?"

Song Jingchen is not from the Xuanyuan country. Although Shen Yijia has the blood of the Xuanyuan family on her body, she has never enjoyed any benefits brought by the status of the Xuanyuan family.

They have no need or obligation to stay and do this.

"Now that the city gate is closed, how are you going to send us out?" Shen Yijia's emotions came and went quickly, and she became energized in an instant.

Although Song Jingchen didn't say it, she was not stupid. During the years when Emperor Chong'an was in power, he regarded anyone with a little prestige as a threat. hole.

Shangguan Han had just ascended the throne, and his foundation was still unstable. What did they use to fight Wu Guo?

Even if it is reluctantly resisted, I don't know how many years it will take, and inevitably, the people of Daxia will be displaced and their wives and children will be separated.

If it weren't for this, Song Jingchen wouldn't want to get Xuanyuan's help.

So they can't go, to put it bluntly, doing this is to make Xuanyuan Qi owe them a favor.

As for her identity as the son of Xuanyuan Ce, Shen Yijia did not think that Xuanyuan Qi would risk the lives of thousands of soldiers of Xuanyuan Kingdom because of this.

After all, war is as cruel as the plague.

It is evident from the fact that so many emperors in the history books sent their daughters out and kissed them in order to avoid wars.

Xuanyuan Qi is the ruler of a country, and he has to be responsible for his own people.

I want to come to Song Jingchen to understand this, so I never thought about getting anything through her.

Xuanyuan Ziming thought she agreed to leave, and said earnestly, "I can let someone use a sling to let you down from the tower."

Slings are the only way they now communicate with the outside world.

The hanging baskets are tied with ropes and put down, and people outside will put the supplies and medicinal materials they need inside.

"You want us to sit in the vegetable basket?" Shen Yijia rolled her eyes: "If we don't leave, I believe my mother will find a cure."

Xuanyuan Ziming:  …

Song Jingchen saw the change in her expression in his eyes, his heart was sour and uncomfortable, and he opened his mouth to say something.

Shen Yijia waved his fist: "Don't tell me to wait for you outside, or I'll be angry."

Song Jingchen was stunned for a moment and said helplessly, "Okay."

Shen Yijia leaned over and whispered, "Fifteen days, if we can't find a solution after fifteen days, we'll leave."

"it is good."

Satisfied, Shen Yijia raised her voice and said, "Thirty thousand, take your master home to wash and rest."

"Where are you going?" Song Jingchen frowned.

Shen Yijia's eyebrows twitched: "I'm going to look for the most honorable county master in Xuanyuan Kingdom. Since she's staying, I have to do something, and I won't let her get a good reputation for nothing."

Well, she is so bad, she was frightened just now, so she wanted to frighten Xuanyuan Ye too.

Xuanyuan Ziming silently lit an incense stick for Xuanyuan Ye.