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The red sun shines on naked skin, as if it has been sold by a soldering iron.

After several days of exposure to the sun, the accumulated water was dried, the ground was cracked, and the plants and trees were dried up.

People cannot bear the pain. Many people are suffering from heatstroke, dizziness, headache, vomiting and diarrhea.

The livestock were dying of heat and smelled rotten in half a day.

"Did that Wu Tai die halfway?" The disciple of Xianyuan Mountain cursed in anger: "The medicinal materials and turmeric oil are gone, how can we support this?!"

The people in front of us are on the verge of life and death, but as doctors, they are helpless.

"It's Senior Brother Zhong and the others!" Ma Youlu saw someone riding a horse in the distance: "It's ours!"

"They must have received our letter," everyone was excited: "It's great!"

It turned out that Master Qingluan wrote a letter to the mountain a few days ago, asking him to send some medicine to relieve the heat, because even if Wu Tai and the others arrived as scheduled, they would only bring items to deal with the plague.

This time, Xianyuan Mountain sent eight trucks of medicinal materials, and another thirty people came to reinforce.

These medicinal materials and people were assigned to various places, and there were a total of six people who came to put them on Maping.

The leader is Zhong Qin.

But before the joy of meeting lasted for a moment, a tent was heard.

Zhong Qin and others were stopped by Sima Lantai: "Don't get close to the patient for now."

Niu San lived in the tent. He was a butcher. His symptoms were not serious, but he was particularly afraid of death. In addition, the weather was abnormal these days, the medicine was insufficient, and two serious patients died, so he became more and more suspicious.

Just now, Song Qin went to give him cool medicine, so he jumped up to pull Song Qin's cloak.

"The cloak on your body works, and everyone who gives us is fooling people!" Niu San shouted like crazy.

Master Qingluan repeatedly reminded his disciples not to take off their cloaks when they contacted patients, so Song Qin explained to him while protecting the cloak.

But how could Niu San listen? He is strong and strong, and Song Qin is no match for him at all.

By the time everyone forced them to separate, Song Qin's cloak had been torn and her arm was scratched.

Everyone was shocked, several people held down the crazy Niu San, and someone else pulled Song Qin to treat the wound.

Master Qingluan also rushed over and was about to speak when a few more people came over there, the magistrate He Minglun.

"Teacher," He Minglun's cheeks were sunken, and his face was haggard: "Please borrow a step to speak."

Without waiting for Wu Tai, He Minglun came in person, and everyone's hearts were unknown.

Master Qingluan stood under an old tree, looked at He Minglun and waited for him to speak.

He Minglun gritted his teeth and said, "Wu Tai and the others encountered floods in Zhuzhou. Most of the items were washed away, and the remaining small part was also soaked in water... it was rotten..."

Master Qingluan was stuffy in his chest and said, "When did this happen?"

"Four days ago, I only received the letter last night." He Minglun kept his eyes down and did not dare to look at Master Qingluan.

"Four days ago?" Master Qingluan said loudly: "They should have passed Zhuzhou seven days ago according to the itinerary!"

He Minglun hung his head lower, like a strangled quail.

"Then Wu Tai is a waste!" Master Qingluan, who has always been elegant, couldn't help but scold him: "You actually handed over such an important thing to him?! You are still a scholar who has been in a hard life for ten years! You are still a parent official of the people! You don't know that life is at stake or you don't know how to save people like putting out a fire!"

"Teacher!" He Minglun covered his face and cried bitterly: "My He now regrets his intestines!"

"Wait!" Master Qingluan suddenly interrupted his crying coldly: "Where is the disciple we went with?!"

Because I had to buy medicinal materials, an expert had to accompany me, Master Qingluan sent a disciple named Zhu Zhizhi to follow me.

"Teacher! He is bound to be redeemed for death!" He Minglun knelt down and refused to arise: "Let the high disciple...he...he...he is in the flood, to protect the medicinal materials...being washed away by the flood..."

Master Qingluan felt as if he was hit hard in his chest, he took several steps back and was blocked by the tree trunk before stopping.

"You...you..." Master Qingluan trembled: "Scum...shameless..."

"Master," Sima Lantai came over and supported Master Qingluan: "First I feel sorry for me."

He looked at He Minglun kneeling on the ground and said in one sentence: "Junior Brother Zhu was killed by your brother-in-law, you have to let him pay his life."

The government and compradors have always been chores who are very rich. The materials purchased this time are expensive, so Wu Tai is very likely to embezzle them.

Zhu Zhizhi, who went with him, must have objected, so they delayed in Zhuzhou and did not leave.

Then he took advantage of the flood to harm Zhu Zhizhi's life.

Judging from He Minglun’s reaction, this is a foregone conclusion.

"Master, Master Lantai," He Minglun begged: "I have no face to face my elders and have submitted a letter of guilt to the magistrate. I have also sent people to buy medicinal materials and items everywhere, hoping to make up for one or two."

Sima Lantai held Master Qingluan and turned around, not talking to He Minglun again.

In the second half of the day, Weiying and others discovered that someone in the village had another plague.

"Senior brother, the medicine is only enough for one day," Zuo Shu looked at Sima Lantai and whispered: "What should we do?"

"Don't worry," Sima Lantai comforted him: "Take the patient over first, and how long can it take to treat it."

Master Qingluan sat tiredly on the hillside, looking at the setting sun and marveled in the desolation.

Except for him and Sima Lantai, no one here knows about Wu Tai.

Once you know, especially the people, you will definitely panic.

He Minglun said he was going to buy medicinal materials, but it was not that easy. If he could buy it nearby, he would not have to go to Jiangzhou at the beginning.

"Master, drink a bowl of summer medicine!" Sima Lantai handed the medicine to Master Qingluan and sat down opposite him.

The heat is surrounded by the surroundings, which is airtight and makes people desperate.

"Lantai, go!" Master Qingluan asked Sima Lantai to leave again: "Go back to the mountain and guard it here for your teacher."

"Master, disciples cannot leave." Sima Lantai was as firm as ever.

"Halang is still waiting for you on the mountain," Master Qingluan suddenly mentioned Su Haoyi: "You have to think about her."

Sima Lantai's heart felt ache, and the bones were deeply visible. Su Haoyi was his rib that could not be softer, and his reverse scale that could not move with his heart.

He also wanted to go back to see her well, but now...

"Disciple won't leave," Sima Lantai decided to say, "Let Junior Brother Qin and the others go back!"

Master Qingluan asked Zhong Qin and the others to go back: "There are not many people here, so you might as well go back."

But Zhong Qin and the others did not leave no matter what, and said, "When we came, Master Boyun specifically reminded me to take over you more. It's so hard for you to come these days. How could we leave when we arrive?"
Chapter completed!