Chapter 887 Prescription (1)

He stood up, "I'm leaving."

Huang Ling nodded, looking at his eyes, a little bit reluctant, "Yes."

After Mobosen left, Huang Ling came over and stood in front of the glass wall, looking at Song Wuyou.

Song Wuyou raised his head and gently wiped the sweat from his forehead.

She had a dream just now, dreaming of the rot plague in her previous life...

At that time, the rot spread very badly, and many soldiers died because of the rot.

Whether it is from our own army or the enemy army, those who are infected will die soon.

Song Wuyou and Dongfang Xuan were not infected, but they were heartbroken because of this rot.

All doctors, herbs, and elixirs have been exhausted, and nothing can solve it.

This rotten epidemic spread to the people, and many people died because of this rotten epidemic.

In the end, Dongfang Xuan personally invited the old man who lived in seclusion in the mountains and was called a miracle doctor to the barracks. Thanks to this miracle doctor, he wiped out this terrible plague.

At that time, a soldier told Song Wuyou about the pain in his body, and the symptoms were the same as hers now!

Headache and body ache, tightness in the heart and chest, low temperature...

In the previous life, I often faced plagues. I don't know how many plagues will happen in a year, and I don't know how many people died under the hands of the plagues.

In the three years she lived in the harem, the smallpox virus happened twice.

In her previous life, her body was particularly good. After fighting in the battlefield for so many years, she was very strong.

Every time the plague happened, she was not infected.

Therefore, she did not associate "Tianlei" with any kind of plague in her previous life.

Tonight, she had a dream. She dreamed that a soldier infected with rot was telling the doctor about her feelings.

The feeling told by the soldier is exactly the same as what she feels now!

Fortunately, she still remembers the prescription she gave to that genius doctor!

Song Wuyou looked at Huang Ling, and Huang Ling looked at her distressedly.

Their eyes met, and suddenly everyone laughed.

Huang Ling said to Song Wuyou, "Wuyou, are you okay?"

Song Wuyou smiled slightly and nodded.

She will definitely stick to it!

Make sure Mugu researches the medicine to deal with "Heavenly Thunder"!

Within an hour, Gu Yanhao and Mu Gu rushed to the hospital.

As soon as Mu Gu came in, he saw Huang Ling standing in front of the glass wall, his eyes deepened.

"Worriless!" Gu Yanhao stepped forward and stood in front of the glass wall.

Seeing them coming together, Song Wuyou knew that they were studying the medicine overnight.

Song Wuyou stood up with difficulty, went to the chair in front of the glass wall and sat down.

Looking at her frail body, Gu Yanhao's heart ached unceasingly, his deep eyes were full of pain.

In just one day, he seemed to be haggard a lot.

Song Wuyou was worried and nervous!

Song Wuyou looked at him, and after the husband and wife looked at each other affectionately for a moment, Song Wuyou looked at Mu Gu.

"Mu Gu, the 'Tianlei' is the rot disease, remember? The rot disease!" She looked at Mu Gu eagerly.

Mu Gu's gaze was locked on Song Wuyou's mouth, watching her mouth shape when she spoke.

Blight?

He raised his eyebrows, thinking hard.

Song Wuyou said again: "During the X Dynasty, many people died in that plague. Dongfang Xuan invited a divine doctor to cure that plague."

At the mention of the miracle doctor, Mu Gu's eyes flickered, and he looked at Song Wuyou with a hint of surprise in his eyes: "You mean, Tianlei is rotten disease?"

Song Wuyou nodded.

"Even if it is, I haven't researched the medicine yet." For the plague in his previous life, he didn't know what medicine the genius doctor used.