Warlord's darling: medical concubine against the sky

Among the plague patients, a brief agitation broke out in an instant, but it soon subsided. It was like a dying flame struggling to jump, but it could not escape the fate of extinction after all.

Someone sneered, "do you promise? What do you promise? Do you think we should be grateful to you for saying something beautiful now?"

"Yes! We live and die for our country, but now we have to be locked up here waiting to die! Is this fair? What's the reason!"

"What's the reason!"

"What's the reason!"

……

For a time, the cry of "where is the reason of heaven" sounded like a mountain, enlightening the deaf.

They have been forced to a dead end. They are not afraid of death. Do they still care about offending dignitaries at this time?

Shuofeng's hand was on the hilt of the sword, staring at the riot patients, ready to draw out the sword to deal with it at any time.

Dongjinlin raised his hand and motioned for them to be quiet. "My promise given by dongjinlin has always been done. If I want to deceive you, I can't say this today. Even, it's not impossible to directly let you disappear now and eliminate the root and eliminate future problems."

The noisy soldiers instantly quieted down and stared at dongjinlin nervously and fearfully.

They know that dongjinlin is right.

He can make them disappear now.

"It's also for your good to isolate you from others now. Don't you have your friends and brothers among these brothers who are not ill? Do you have the heart to let them turn Pingyang city into a plague ravaged dead city like you? If qingliguo invades again at this time, you can't go to the battlefield. They want to charge instead of you Trap! Go out of life and death! Don't you want the country? Don't you want mountains and rivers? Don't you come here to join the army to protect your country? "

Dongjinlin asked questions one by one, so that the soldiers holding weapons nearby could hear their blood boiling, and so that the riot patients surrounded in the middle lowered their heads in shame.

At present, their first reaction is the instinctive fear of death.

So I feel that the whole world is ashamed of them, is against them, and is detaining and restricting them.

But now, after listening to Prince Gong's words, they suddenly realized that their isolation here did not mean that they were abandoned.

Before they were individuals, they were still soldiers!

Soldiers should shed their blood for the country!

They are not afraid to die for their country. They are still fighting among their own people.

It really shouldn't be!

Several people who had stood up before sat down slowly, hiding themselves in the crowd and trying to make themselves inconspicuous.

Dongjinlin nodded to the old marshal.

The old marshal was shocked and hurried out from behind Shuofeng. He cleared his throat and presided over the overall situation. "Come on, get them back and watch carefully."

The plague patients on the ground slowly got up and walked back.

Until the last man entered the gate, the soldiers who had been waiting outside for a long time immediately surrounded the fence, isolating the inside and the outside into two worlds.

The old Marshal raised his hand and wiped his sweat. He thought there would be a fight today, but he didn't expect dongjinlin to calm the riot without a single soldier.

And it seems that those people are really convinced. I think they won't make the same thing again.

"The prince is so powerful, I admire you! Admire you!" the old Marshal sincerely worshipped dongjinlin.

When he was really the seventh prince, he stayed under him for some time.

At that time, he was just a young man. Even though he was brave, his mind was not fully mature, and his overall view of the situation had not been completely formed.

Now after many years.

I'm really Lao Luo

Dongjinlin nodded politely to the marshal, "do the military doctors have any countermeasures?"

"Er..." the old marshal was immediately asked this question and felt guilty. "At present, there is still... No clue..."

Is it true that the man who just said that he would never give up any life is not just talking, but really planning to cure the plague?

The old Marshal couldn't help feeling unimaginable.

He has been locked up here for a long time, and there will always be one or two cases of plague in three or five years.

But that kind of is usually taken to the uninhabited place in Liao as soon as possible to thoroughly deal with it, so as to avoid the spread of the plague.

It may exist in theory to really cure the plague, but he has never really seen it at his age.

Dongjinlin pondered a little, and his body shook.

The new wind was shocked and moved to his side in an instant.

The old Marshal only felt that a gust of wind had passed around him. Before he could see what was going on, he opened his eyes again. The black bodyguard who had just been next to him had already arrived at dongjinlin's side.

With the help of the new wind, dongjinlin instantly recovered his expression and looked at the old marshal, "I came out in a hurry and forgot to drink medicine. It's time to go back now."

"Oh! Oh!" the old Marshal quickly nodded and bowed down. He was very sorry that dongjinlin was disturbed by the riot. "The Lord's health is important! Hurry back and have a rest! Do you want the old minister to send a car to the Lord?"

"No, there was a carriage when I came."

Dongjinlin exchanged greetings with the old marshal and separated from the others.

The new wind followed his master's side step by step, holding him in the air with one hand, ready to guard against the possibility that dongjinlin might suddenly fall down.

"I'm not so fragile. You're not tired when you walk like this?" Dong Jinlin looked at his awkward appearance outside the score at every step, and really couldn't help twitching at the corners of his mouth.

Shuofeng's mouth is hard, "not tired."

Dongjinlin opened his mouth. He couldn't say anything, so he had to let him, but tried to speed up his pace.

……

Luo Yunran found that there had suddenly been more assembly in the military camp recently.

There were even many strange teams that had not appeared in the camp before.

There is a faint feeling of mountain rain and wind all over the building.

When she came out of the military medical camp, some recovered plague patients passing by nodded to her.

Luo Yunran also greeted them one by one and walked all the way outside the camp of Beitang night.

Before he got close, he saw the heavy guard outside the camp tent, which was three times more than usual.

She was far away, but she could vaguely hear the noise in the camp, as if there were a lot of people inside.

Luo Yunran lingered at the door, still didn't bother, turned and left.

"Sister Yun!" suddenly someone shouted behind her.