General, you should rest now; the lady is even more ruthless.

After gritting their teeth and riding for almost two days, Jiang Qiqi and Zheng Lin'er finally arrived in Liyuan County on the second night.

The two men dressed themselves simply, covered their faces, and then led their horses into the city.

After all, Zheng Lin'er was once the daughter of the county magistrate, so there's no guarantee that someone might recognize her.

The two walked down the street, one in front of the other.

Both were areas affected by the plague, but Liyuan County was completely different from Longcheng, which Shijiu had seen.

It was already dark, but they could still see people carrying lanterns walking around on the street from time to time.

Moreover, people continued to enter the city with their families at the city gates.

"Miss, is there really a plague here?" Zheng Lin'er asked, scratching her head.

Shouldn't places ravaged by plague be places where everyone stays indoors and lifelessness prevails?

This place is completely different; at most, you could describe it as sparsely populated.

Jiang Qiqi felt that she might understand what was going on.

As mentioned in the previous article, a miracle doctor came to a county in Longcheng and provided free medicine to treat the plague.

People from other counties flocked there after hearing about it.

At the time, I didn't know which county it was, but judging from the current situation... it must be Liyuan.

Jiang Qiqi told Lin'er her guess.

"That's wonderful." Zheng Lin'er was genuinely happy for the people. She had lived here for over a year, so it was practically her hometown.

“Yes,” Jiang Qiqi said, “Let’s go see that miracle doctor in a bit.”

The two found a nearby inn to stay in, put their belongings away, took their valuables with them, and, as usual, disguised themselves as men before going out.

Actually, this miracle doctor is very easy to find.

After all, the people either came from there or were heading there.

The two of them followed behind a girl who was coughing badly and easily found the miracle doctor.

......

Before meeting him, Jiang Qiqi thought that the legendary divine doctor might be a quack doctor carrying a sign that read "Helping the World with a Healer," or a hermit master who had retreated to the mountains.

But to everyone's surprise, he turned out to be a young Taoist priest!

The Taoist priest was wearing a somewhat worn but very clean blue Taoist robe, and his hair was styled in the Taoist common topknot. His fair face was full of seriousness. At this moment, he was putting his hand on the patient's arm to take his pulse.

"Your symptoms have improved. Continue taking your medication for the next few days, avoid overexertion, and avoid contact with cold water. You will recover soon."

The young woman in front nodded repeatedly, took the medicine, and kept saying, "Thank you so much, doctor! Thank you so much, doctor!" She left, full of gratitude.

Jiang Qiqi and Zheng Lin'er stood in front of that person.

The young healer glanced at them and said, "Amitabha, if I'm not mistaken, neither of you have been infected with the plague, have you?"

Jiang Qiqi raised an eyebrow slightly; this young Taoist priest did have some skill.

Just as she was about to speak, the young Taoist pointed to the right and said, "If you're not here for treatment, please don't delay other patients. Please leave."

The tone was flat, but left no room for negotiation.

"Hey you!" Zheng Lin'er was about to speak when Jiang Qiqi raised her hand to stop her.

"I'm sorry, we just heard there's a miracle doctor here and wanted to come and see him. We didn't mean to bother you," Jiang Qiqi said. "We'll leave now."

She turned around, and just then a gust of wind blew by, causing everyone's clothes to flutter a few times.

The two people left.

On the way, Zheng Lin'er was full of doubts: "Miss, we finally found him, why did he leave without saying a word?"

Jiang Qiqi smiled and said, "I didn't plan to talk to him today."

"He will come to us tomorrow."

Seeing her young mistress so confident, Zheng Lin'er felt even more confused.

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After resting for a night, Zheng Lin'er was taken by Jiang Qiqi to the lobby on the first floor of the inn for breakfast early the next morning.

With this miraculous doctor, it seems that Liyuan County was less affected by the plague than other places.

At least the inn has waiters.

The two of them continued to dress as men today. Jiang Qiqi's name was still Mu Sijiu, and she was known as Ninth Master.

Zheng Lin'er's real name is Zheng Lin, and she is Ninth Master's attendant.

As soon as the two sat down, Jiang Qiqi generously ordered four dishes.

"Ninth Master, you've ordered so many dishes, won't the two of us be able to finish them?" Zheng Lin'er asked.

To be fair, the restaurants in the Northwest are much more substantial than those in the capital. In Beijing, the portion of a dish that would normally be served on two separate plates would be much larger.

These four dishes would probably be enough for two more people.

Jiang Qiqi simply smiled at her question and then looked towards the door.

As my gaze fell in that direction, a figure suddenly blocked the sunlight at the doorway.

Jiang Qiqi gestured to Lin'er: "Look, the people who will help us eat are here."

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Tang Yiqing does not see patients in the morning.

One of the early signs of this plague was fever, so symptoms usually appeared in the afternoon. In order to make it easier to prescribe the right medicine, he would make house calls from the afternoon to midnight.

Yesterday, Tang Yiqing made house calls until midnight. After dispensing medicine to the last patient, he packed up his small stall and prepared to go home.

As they were putting things away, "thump."

Something fell out of his sleeve and hit the ground with a thud.

He picked it up and took a closer look—it was a golden egg.

A pure gold egg!

Tang Yiqing scratched his head, looked around in all directions, and was very puzzled.

Surely this valuable golden egg couldn't have been dropped by someone else?

It fell into his sleeve?

That's what someone else left for him.

But who were all the people he met today?

The image of the two strange men who came tonight but didn't actually seek medical treatment inexplicably popped into his mind.

Could it be them?

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As soon as he got up in the morning, Tang Yiqing didn't even eat breakfast. He started looking for the two people at each inn. Finally, when he got to the last inn, he found them.

The two people sat at the dining table, seemingly about to eat.

Tang Yiqing walked over, took out the golden egg wrapped in three or four layers of cloth, and handed it to Jiang Qiqi: "Here you go, this is yours."

Jiang Qiqi glanced at him while picking up food, and immediately denied it three times in a row: "I didn't, I didn't, don't talk nonsense."

"Still trying to lie to me." Tang Yiqing sat down directly in the chair opposite her. "I knew it must be you."

"Why did you say it was me?" Jiang Qiqi asked.

Tang Yiqing answered confidently, "It was calculated."

Yes, to avoid looking for the wrong person, Tang Yiqing went back and consulted the oracle, and sure enough, the golden egg was left by them.

Jiang Qiqi: ...

"No, you Taoist priests are really good at fortune telling."

Tang Yiqing looked completely innocent: "Yes, why wouldn't I?"

"Can you catch ghosts?"

"Yes, of course I will. Why wouldn't I?" (Same innocent face.)

……

“In short,” Tang Yiqing said seriously, “you can take this golden egg back; I don’t need it.”

"Are you hungry?" Jiang Qiqi asked.

While they were discussing who would get the golden egg, Tang Yiqing was suddenly asked this question, which left her completely bewildered.

"Gurgle." Then his stomach answered for him.

Tang Yiqing hasn't eaten anything since lunch yesterday.

I was busy treating everyone from afternoon to evening, and I didn't have any time at all. After finishing my work in the evening, I went straight to bed and fell asleep without eating.

Now, with this table full of delicious food in front of him, the aroma is like a female demon dancing before Tang Sanzang, then hooking his belt and teasingly saying, "Come on, come and eat me."

It was a real test of his patience.

Jiang Qiqi swallowed hard as she watched the young Taoist priest opposite her, a small smile curving her lips.

"Waiter, bring me another pair of chopsticks."

She handed the chopsticks to the person opposite her: "We can talk about it after we finish eating. You are a miracle doctor who saves people from suffering. If the people knew that you were starving because of me, they would definitely pelt me, this rat crossing the street, with rotten vegetable leaves and rotten eggs."

Jiang Qiqi pushed two vegetarian dishes towards him: "I don't know if you have the concept of eating vegetarian food, but I ordered two vegetarian dishes."

Tang Yiqing was already tired of eating dry rations.

I haven't had a decent meal since I left my master.

First, he didn't have time to cook; second, he didn't know how to cook; third, he didn't have money to buy food; and fourth, he couldn't bear to take food from the people.

In conclusion, it's no wonder he can't get any food.

However, the two people in front of me look very rich and noble, and, moreover, it seems that the two of them can't finish four dishes.

Tang Yiqing thought for a moment, then picked up her chopsticks: "Then, I won't be polite."

"Please." Jiang Qiqi gestured for him to do as he pleased.

The gentle and reserved young Taoist priest, who was just a second ago, started wolfing down his food the next!