A four-year-old medical prodigy descended to the mortal realm, and the entire capital sought her tre

After Wang Yucong recovered, Shen Lingshu instructed the steward to administer the antidote pill to the infected servants.

Two bottles of anti-epidemic solution were left at the Marquis's residence, and one was sent to the Grand Tutor's residence.

Everyone in the manor who wasn't infected drank the disinfectant water, except for Wang Changlin.

Wang Changling couldn't swallow this insult; he believed that the medicine Shen Lingshu brought back from the Ling Shu Hall was "food given with contempt."

Even if he spent a thousand taels of gold to buy it, he felt that Zhao Jinzhong had deliberately made it to disgust him.

He resolutely refused to use it.

Three days later, Wang Changlin contracted the disease.

At this time, he was the only one in the entire Marquis's mansion who was infected.

Even among the common people in the capital, the number of new infections has become extremely small.

The servants in the Marquis's mansion who were infected have recovered three days ago. Wang Changlin stays in the mansion all day and doesn't go out at all.

No one could figure out where he contracted Sirius disease.

Wang Changlin's deteriorating condition greatly worried the imperial physicians.

At first, he only had a slight fever and didn't pay much attention to it.

On the morning of the second day, blisters began to appear all over my body, and by evening, the blisters had turned into pustules.

Wang Changlin was in pain and itchy, and felt uncomfortable all over.

The physician handed him a pill to cure the plague.

"Sir, please take one. It will take effect immediately. Why suffer like this?"

"Take it away! I've told you I will never take Zhao Jinzhong's pills! I'd rather die than take them!"

Wang Changlin was feeling frustrated. He had originally thought that the Fuqi Pill would allow him to make a fortune from the Sirius Plague.

Then he could take the opportunity to curry favor with the Crown Prince and the Emperor.

Zhao Yucheng is the commander in charge of guarding against this epidemic, and he is responsible for the safety of all the people in the city.

Once the pandemic is over and the people are safe and sound, Zhao Yucheng will become the greatest hero.

So what? As long as Wang Changlin can cure the people's Tianlang disease with Fuqi Pill, he will surpass Zhao Yucheng in merit.

Take this opportunity to kick him while he's down.

However, to Wang Changlin's utter surprise, the Qi-Subduing Pill not only failed to bring him credit and reward, but instead left him with a bitter pill to swallow.

He was confined to his residence by the Crown Prince, and it was said that he would be punished after the epidemic.

What crime could he have committed? This Qi-regulating pill is a medicine for regulating qi and blood.

During the rampant spread of the epidemic, his people risked contracting the disease to keep the furnace running day and night.

What's wrong with charging one tael of silver for a single pill of the Qi-Subduing Pill?

The lives of ordinary people are precious, but the lives of Wang Changlin's subordinates are not?

In the end, it's just that the Qi-Subduing Pill doesn't cure the Heavenly Wolf; ordinary people can still regulate their body's Qi and blood by taking it.

Besides, it was clearly Zhao Jinzhong and his gang who claimed that Fuqi Dan could cure Tianlang.

He only supplied goods as needed, and instead of being grateful to him, the people and the court punished him.

My heart feels cold!

As Wang Changlin thought this, he felt increasingly aggrieved.

Thinking that the idea of ​​using Fuqi Dan to cure Tianlang came from Zhao Jinzhong, Wang Changlin insisted that it was probably Zhao Yucheng's idea.

This was a trap deliberately set for him by Zhao Yucheng.

How insidious! What righteous indignation! He's clearly a treacherous villain!

Wang Changlin lay on the bed, gritting his teeth as he stared at the bed curtains, his hands clenched into fists.

He squeezed a boil open while clenching his fist; it hurt, but his hatred overshadowed it.

Left with no other option, the royal physician pleaded with Shen Lingshu: "Madam, please persuade the master! If this drags on any longer, someone might really die!"

It's not like there's no cure. There is clearly a cure, and it works immediately. The physician really doesn't know what the master is so insistent on.

What kind of deep-seated hatred would make him risk his life?

"The master still refuses to take his medicine?" Shen Lingshu was surprised; this time, Wang Changlin's resistance was really excessive.

The physician stamped his foot and said, "Yes, he won't eat anything no matter what I say."

"I'll go take a look."

Shen Lingshu went to the study to see Wang Changlin.

Since she and Wang Changlin separated and started living separately, Wang Changlin has been sleeping in the study.

"Master, what kind of grudge could make you so reckless with your life?"

Shen Lingshu looked at the pustules on Wang Changlin's face, which were already half-festering, and felt a pang of heartache at the sight.

Wang Changlin was already very weak at this time, and he was quite happy when Shen Lingshu came to see him.

Shen Lingshu sat down beside him, stroking his hair, and said, "Why bother?"

Wang Changlin weakly uttered a few words intermittently: "I...can't...swallow...this...breath..."

It took me a long time to recover after saying that.

Shen Lingshu sighed and said, "You're so old, I really don't know what you're arguing about with a child?"

Wang Changlin wanted to argue, but he didn't have the strength to speak.

"Still want to compete with me?" Shen Lingshu could see that he wanted to speak but couldn't, and he was in great pain, so she took the opportunity to speak.

"Then take your medicine, get better, and then you can argue with me."

Wang Changlin's antagonistic emotions began to ease, and he really wanted to vent his frustrations.

Shen Lingshu continued with an even more aggressive provocation: "Didn't you say you and Zhao Yucheng were sworn enemies?"

Wang Changlin blinked in affirmation.

"So you're just going to go like this? How are you going to fight him?"

Wang Changlin's eyes flashed, and his pupils suddenly started to move.

Shen Lingshu understood.

She took a pill for treating the disease and handed it to Wang Changlin.

After glancing at her, Wang Changlin's gaze lingered on the antidote pill for a moment.

Immediately afterwards, with his slightly trembling hand, his hand covered in festering sores, he took the plague-resolving pill, put it in his mouth, and swallowed it.

Before the pill was even swallowed, all the pustules on Wang Changlin's body had already disappeared.

He opened his arms and looked at it from both sides.

He rolled up his sleeve again and examined his arm closely...

After the virus was eliminated and Wang Changlin returned to normal, he suddenly had a flash of inspiration.

"What exactly are the ingredients of this Plague-Clearing Pill? We don't even know if our alchemy furnace can refine it..."

After seeing Wang Changlin recover, Shen Lingshu sat on the bed in a daze, wondering what kind of mischief he was plotting.

Seeing that the person was alright, she shook her head and quietly walked away.

Inside the Ling Shu Hall, Zhou Ruogang cured three or four infected people.

There were no patients in the clinic at the moment, and having nothing else to do, she went to take a look at the Xianbao Pavilion.

From yesterday to now, the number of spirit stones in the Immortal Treasure Pavilion has increased by less than fifty.

She calculated that, after removing the roughly thirty people from the capital who were cured, each person cured could be exchanged for one spirit stone.

After that... so the spirit stones that the royal family brought her were... less than twenty?

"Ah?" Zhou Ruo sat on the table and let out a frustrated "scream," "How come it's not even twenty yuan!"

She spent nearly 550 spirit stones at the Immortal Treasure Pavilion for the Wanghou Mansion.

We've lost a fortune! We've lost a fortune!

The amount of spirit stones spent is far less than the amount earned back.

Zhou Ruo picked up a pill and examined it closely in her small hand; it had the scent of the Alchemy Sect.

I wonder where all the spirit stones I spent in the Immortal Treasure Pavilion went?

Have they all gone into the alchemy sect's accounting office?

Although Zhou Ruo was only four or five years old in the mortal world, she was very knowledgeable about spending spirit stones in her previous life!

She can be compassionate to patients; she can charge less or even no fees to patients in need.

But if anyone tries to scheme against her over spirit stones, they can't outsmart her.

On one occasion, she went out to treat villagers.

There are too many villagers for her to treat alone with acupuncture.

So she went to the Alchemy Sect and bought nearly five thousand pills, which would cost her about ten thousand spirit stones.

There was a wicked accountant in the alchemy sect's accounting office who thought Zhou Ruo was too young to calculate so many spirit stones.

So when he was calculating the total number of spirit stones needed for Zhou Ruo, he did something shady and charged Zhou Ruo several hundred more.

Zhou Ruo received the pills and paid the spirit stones to the alchemy sect's accountant.

Before even leaving the Alchemy Sect, I sensed something was wrong.

She went back to the accountant and recalculated the accounts, only to discover that the accountant had been corrupt and had embezzled her spirit stones.