Elaborate on the world of mortals

Chapter 289

Chu Hang really wanted to ask Yi Shuyuan to find out. He knew that Mr. Yi must understand what happened in the sky, but he was on official business after all, and when Li Qian left, he had to follow him.

After taking a nap at noon, I turned into a god in the sky and dreamed of slaying the dragon.

After tidying up his spirits in the afternoon, Yi Shuyuan did not forget his promise. He took a wooden back box and went to the address left by the old lady in the morning to see the doctor.

Along the way, there were endless discussions about the gods killing demons, and some people even shouted the divine title of "Ming Ling Mie Evil Shows the Holy Lord", and some people prayed frequently.

Whenever this happens, Yi Shuyuan has a special feeling in his heart. The interaction between the feeling brought by the transformation of the gods and the influence of the wishes of all beings also makes him have a deep understanding of his own way.

However, no matter what people in Dengzhou City or the entire Lingdong discussed, Yi Shuyuan himself seemed very calm, but Hui Mian in his arms was so excited that he couldn't help himself, and he kept talking until now.

"Sir, what does it look like for you to transform into a god? Can you show me the transformation? It's not here, you can find a place where no one is there!"

"Sir, your god name is so majestic, didn't you just pick it up casually?"

"Sir, next time Shi Sheng and Qi Xiaozi ask, can you say that I, the Great God Yunlai, is the Great God of Mingling Miejie, Xiansheng and Zhenjun Yuxia?"

"That's right, that's right, that's what it is, hahahahaha, I'm the subordinate god of Mingling Mieer Xiansheng Zhenjun, hahahahaha."

Hui Mian huddled under Yi Shuyuan's hair and giggled non-stop, as if he had relieved a long-standing major pressure, laughing almost nervously.

"As you like."

Yi Shuyuan sighed.

"Great, sir is the best, sir is the best, hahahahaha"

As Shi Sheng and Qi Xiaozi became more capable and knowledgeable, Hui Mian felt that his prestige as a master of Yunlai would be lost one day, but now everything is fine.

"What's this called, sir? It's called a car. There must be a way to the front of the mountain. God Yunlai is blessed!"

"You are called shit luck!"

Yi Shuyuan couldn't help complaining about Hui Mian. In fact, sometimes he would think maliciously, thinking about when Hui Mian's "God Yunlai is very awesome" will blow out, but he didn't expect to let it play. The loop is closed!

"Hey Hey."

Hui Mian just smiled, obviously in a good mood.

Following Yi Shuyuan's pace, one person and one mink gradually came to a somewhat dilapidated street, but other places in the city were relatively better, so it could only be considered that it hadn't been sorted out properly.

Passing through an alley, Lao Yi Shuyuan saw the old woman, who was cleaning some wild vegetables inside the half-collapsed wall.

"This mother-in-law, Mr. Yi is here."

The old woman raised her head and saw Yi Shuyuan walking with a wooden box on her back, and surprise appeared on her face.

"Doctor! You are here, please come in quickly! I will pour water for you!"

The old woman put down the wild vegetables in her hand, and hurried to the kitchen, shook the teapot and there was no water, and then looked at the water tank, which was also empty.

Yi Shuyuan hurriedly said.

"Don't bother, it's important to see a doctor. Where is your son now?"

"Yes, yes, doctor, come with me!"

The old woman was a little excited, and took Yi Shuyuan to the side room. When the door was opened, there was a smell of corruption, which was a problem everywhere after the flood receded.

Yi Shuyuan frowned slightly, not because he couldn't bear the smell, but because he could see that there was something wrong with the bed in the room.

"My son, the doctor is here. After the doctor sees you, you will be cured!"

The old woman led Yi Shuyuan into the house and was about to close the door when Yi Shuyuan hurriedly stopped him.

"The weather is hot and the breath is dirty. Although most patients can't stand the wind and cold, it's better to take more breaths."

"Hey, I listen to the doctor!"

Yi Shuyuan walked to the bed, and there was a thin man on the bed, who seemed to be in his [-]s or [-]s, and would be drowsy.

When Yi Shuyuan touched the man's forehead, it was very hot.

"Is there anyone else in the family?"

Hearing Yi Shuyuan's words, the old woman accompanied by Anxie replied sadly.

"My wife died early. After the flood came, everyone fled. My daughter-in-law and grandson were separated and have not returned. The eldest daughter and the second daughter married far away, and there is no news from the doctor for the time being. How is my son?"

Yi Shuyuan opened the eyelids of the man on the bed to have a look, and then checked his pulse. In fact, he didn't need to do these superfluous things, he just knew at a glance that the man on the bed was probably hopeless.

But even from the perspective of an ordinary doctor, he will not give up on a person easily, and there is still hope of salvation.

"When he is awake on weekdays, what kind of discomfort does he have?"

"The high fever doesn't subside, I vomit and cough, I feel weak all over, and I can't sleep or eat well."

The old woman didn't dare to continue as she spoke, with infinite fear rising in her heart, she looked at Yi Shuyuan with a pleading expression.

"Doctor, please, please"

"I'll try my best. Let him calm down first. If there is no accident, he will wake up later today when it is cooler, and then he will have some appetite. Feed him some porridge, sleep well at night, and he should recover a little bit , um, don’t drink unboiled water.”

The old woman nodded repeatedly in her heart.

"The next batch of medicinal materials from the imperial court will be shipped over soon, and I will help you prepare some by then."

"Thank you, thank you doctor!"

The old woman thanked Yi Shuyuan again and again, and Yi Shuyuan held her hand and motioned her to go out first.

When only Yi Shuyuan and the patient were left in the room, Hui Mian's voice also came out.

"Sir, isn't this person not optimistic?"

"Ah."

Plague is a collective name for large-scale and difficult diseases. Yi Shuyuan did not study medicine in his previous life, and he did not understand so many professional diseases. Apart from some common sense of hygiene, it is natural that this world's medical theory prevails.

The way of medicine in this world also respects the principles of yin and yang and five elements, and adheres to the principles of internal and external qi. It's just that ordinary doctors need to hear and observe, and then judge based on experience, but sometimes Yi Shuyuan can understand it at a glance.

"This level in Lingdong has not passed yet!"

The situation in Dengzhou City must be relatively good. Presumably, many doctors in Lingdong should have already noticed that the plague is about to break out.
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In the early morning of the third day, Li Qian and his entourage rode fast horses to the outside of Lijia Village in Datong County.

After identifying themselves to the villagers and explaining their purpose of coming, the people in Lijia Village took Li Qian to the direction of the Earth Temple at the head of the village. The local people still respect this imperial disaster relief envoy who is also surnamed Li.

In front of the former site of the Earth Temple, many villagers brought Li Qian here.

"Look, my lord, this is the place where the dragon's head fell. It was still full of fog. When the fog cleared, there was a dragon's head inside!"

"Yes, it's about the same size as the original Earth Temple!" "It's scary!"

Li Qian and the accompanying guards looked at the ground. There was a big pit, and the soil was compacted. The newly grown grass and vegetation during this period were also flattened, and many of them were pressed into the soil.

Li Qian, who was born in the Ministry of Industry, could clearly see that the hole was not dug out, but was pressed down deeply by heavy objects, but the hole is now empty.

"Only you Li Family Village saw it?"

"No, people from several surrounding villages came to see it, but when people from a little further away came, the dragon head had already disappeared."

"How did it disappear?"

Under Li Qian's questioning, the people in Lijia Village were thinking hard and scratching their heads.

"It's as if it's melted. It becomes a mist and then gradually disappears."

A guard with the Tianzi sword on his back looked at the villagers and asked doubtfully.

"Could it be your illusion?"

Hearing this sentence, everyone in the village showed dissatisfaction.

"What is this? What is an illusion? I even touched it!"

"Yes, I touched it." "Me too, that is definitely the head of the sinful dragon!"

"That's right, it was the sinful dragon's head that was chopped off by Xiansheng Zhenjun!" "My lord, if you don't believe me, you can ask the people in the nearby villages!"

Li Qian nodded, in fact, he already believed it [-]% in his heart.

In the border of Dengzhou, or the disaster area in Lingdong, where is there no story about the god of heaven slaying the evil dragon?

Even though the imperial court may find this matter absurd, and may even violate some taboos, but after deliberation, Li Qian decided to submit the documents truthfully. Officials from Lingdong states and thousands of people can testify!

That night, Li Qian, who rushed back to Dengzhou City, turned on the lamp and sat at his desk. Instead of asking Chu Hang to write for him, he wrote the memorial himself. After all, he had to be cautious this time.

After thinking for a moment, I carefully wrote.

"I have heard that when a sage brings order out of chaos, evildoers must stand in his way. When the emperor governs the world and turns the world around, there are evil dragons who create chaos and cause disaster to the land of Lingdong."

Although the emperor is hailed as the son of heaven, because he wears a dragon robe, he often adds the title of a real dragon in front of the son of heaven. The dragon's head falls from the sky, and the people in the land of Lingdong know that it is God who slays the evil dragon.

But what would the emperor think?
When Li Qian wrote the memorial, he was really a little nervous. He made a few questions at the beginning, and then patted it for a while with allusions mixed with rainbow farts. After a small half of the chapter, he began to talk about what happened in Lingdong.

About what happened before and after Han Lu, it was already ten days after the report arrived at Chengtian Mansion.

When Lingdong Dao's memorial was presented to the imperial court, several important ministers who had already read it first looked puzzled, and Emperor Dayong also showed surprise after reading it.

"How does the prime minister view this matter?"

The old man in the aspect hesitated for a moment, then stepped forward and said.

"Li Qian did his best in disaster relief, and he is definitely not a person who is good at lying. The words in the article may be rumors spread by the victims of the Lingdong disaster. The people are superstitious, so they believe that there are monsters."

The old prime minister is actually very clear, and although there are many dirty things in this disaster relief, the emperor's attitude towards disaster relief and saving the people is extremely firm.

People like Li Qian are people who do practical things. They must have encountered many difficulties in the disaster area, but they can definitely see the efforts of the emperor. Even if they are dissatisfied, it is impossible to write and edit the emperor.

If Yi Shuyuan is here, he can definitely understand the prime minister. Li Qian is more like an engineering talent who is good at hard work. It seems that he is more dissatisfied with the court than some people who understand the world, but it is not.

Li Qian can figure out how powerful the court is and what the reality is. Knowing this, he can understand the court and the Holy Majesty better than some people, so he can't do this kind of thing.

Although the prime minister knows that the current sage is a wise king, but his nerves have been tense for a long time, and he might be displeased after reading this article.

The emperor couldn't help laughing when he heard this, and shook his head.

"It can be seen that Li Qian wrote this article carefully and cautiously. I don't mean to blame him, but"

The words ended here, the emperor took this memorial and looked at the opposite window, the wooden carving on the window sill of the bed was also engraved with dragon patterns.

It's just the Lingdong flood, is it really caused by the evil dragon?
The emperor's heart was the same as that of the mirror, the prime minister could see Li Qian clearly, so he could too.

A person like Li Qian would not be able to beat around the bush and write articles about him, so this article written by Li Qian can only represent what he believes to be the truth.

Still the same sentence, people like Li Qian can think it is true to a certain extent, so the emperor can't help but doubt the situation in Lingdong.

"Alright, apart from food, Li Qian also urgently needs medicinal materials. Do you have any countermeasures?"

"Your Majesty, I think the barriers are not sparse. In addition to raising funds from the court, we should also relax the control appropriately and encourage merchants to go to Lingdong spontaneously."

The emperor looked at the Hubu Shangshu who was speaking, and nodded slightly before the latter continued.

"Even though it may be more expensive, but at the critical moment, there will be no medicine available"

"That's all, let's leave it at that, dear friends, try your best to raise money!"

"The minister obeys the order!"

The emperor's voice was relatively relaxed, and the courtiers naturally relaxed a lot, and retreated after saluting.

"Good joy."

The great eunuch Zhang Liangxi stepped forward to respond.

"The old slave is here!"

"What do you say about the direction of Dengzhou?"

Zhang Liangxi reported the truth.

"The old slave has just received the report from the spies. It is indeed as Master Li said. In Dengzhou, Zhaozhou, Yunzhou and other places, there are rumors among the people that the gods killed the dragon."

The emperor nodded slightly, and then looked at the memorial in his hand.

"Ming Ling Mie Evil Shows the Holy True Monarch."

The emperor had already decided in his heart that he would make a decree to be a god in the future, but he had to wait for the disaster situation to be more stable.

(End of this chapter)