After Immortal Qing Leng loses his memory

Of course Wan Yue couldn't see Master Li in the end, not only that, she was thrown out of Li's house by the servants who pushed and scolded her as soon as she opened her mouth.

Fu Xing shook his sleeve angrily, spit softly, turned to follow Wan Yue, she said: "Sister, will Miss Li really spread the disease?"

"I don't know." Wanyue paused when she heard the words, and she shook her head solemnly, "But I read a medical book before, which recorded that the large and small diseases that have occurred for hundreds of years were all diagnosed in the early stage of spread. There are already signs that ordinary corpses will not have the smell of Miss Li's body, and I am worried that something will happen."

"Oh, sister, don't think about it so much." Fu Xing said: "I just saw that the servants of the Li Family Shouling are very energetic, and they don't look like they have contracted an epidemic. And even if it is an epidemic, we I also know where the source is, with my sister's medical skills, are you afraid that I can't solve it?"

Wan Yue sighed lightly and didn't speak any more.

Fu Xing looked at her suspiciously, not knowing why she was still in a bad mood, but he didn't ask any more questions, worrying about annoying her.

Fu Xing didn't know the reason, but Xuan Shuang, who was attached to Wan Yue, could sense her emotions. She was feeling sorry for the dead Miss Li, and she was also feeling guilty.

Ms. Li's death is inseparable from Zhang Lan, and Zhang Lan resigned because of her, so Wan Yue felt that she was also one of the culprits who indirectly killed Ms. Li.

When Wan Yue and Fu Xing found Zhang's house, it was already late at night, the backyard of Zhang's house was quiet, and there were several servants guarding a certain door.

After all the servants fainted, Fu Xing appeared from the corner, and said to Wan Yue behind him: "Sister, you go in and look for Mr. Zhang, I will watch out for you."

Wan Yue didn't talk nonsense, she opened the door and entered Zhang Lan's room.

There is no light in the room, only a gleam of light leaking in from the wooden window, but Wan Yue clearly saw a person lying on the couch, who seemed to be in a deep sleep, and did not move for a long time.

Wan Yue lit the candle, and the orange candle light dimly lit up. She held the candle and walked to the side of the bed, and Zhang Lan's handsome face appeared in front of her eyes.

Hearing the movement, he didn't raise his head, and said in a hoarse voice: "Don't waste your energy, I won't go to Shenxiao Xianfu."

Wan Yue pursed her lips, and after a while, she called softly: "Young Master Zhang."

Zhang Lan was stunned when he heard her voice, and immediately got up, and almost tripped over in a hurry, Wan Yue stepped forward to support him.

Before this, the two had never had such close contact. Zhang Lan breathed slightly and took a step back helplessly, "Miss Wanyue, why, how did you appear here?"

Wan Yue avoided the seriousness and said lightly: "I heard that the apprentices in the medical center said about you..."

The room fell silent, Zhang Lan saw that Wanyue's expression was normal, and his slightly disturbed heart calmed down a little, "You...know everything?"

Wan Yue nodded.

Zhang Lan's shoulders, which had been tense all the time, slowly stepped down, and he squatted on the ground, his voice was hoarse, "I just want to divorce, I don't know she will..."

Seeing this, Wan Yue squatted down, her gaze was level with him, and she said slowly: "It's because of me that you divorced her, right?"

Zhang Lan was taken aback when she heard the words, surprised by her straightforwardness, and didn't recover for a long time.

"If that's the case," Wan Yue said, "I'm also inseparable from Miss Li's death."

Seeing this, Zhang Lan immediately shook her head, "I have never met her before, even without...you, I would not have married her."

Wan Yue just looked at him quietly and didn't speak any more.

Zhang Lan said anxiously: "I heard from my personal servant that Miss Li actually had a sweetheart, but the other party came from a poor family, was weak and sickly since childhood, and this time she didn't get the honor. Her parents didn't agree and broke up the two. , wanted to marry her to me. I guessed that she didn't like me, so I went to the door and withdrew the marriage directly. Who knew that she couldn't think about it so hard, and I blamed me for being reckless..."

Zhang Lan had planned to confess his heart to Wanyue this time, and was waiting at home day and night for the day of Wanyue's free clinic, but his mother saw the clue and asked him to find out that he had such thoughts. Even if he disagreed with him Wan Yue's relationship quickly arranged for him to marry Li's family in Drunken Dream City.

At that time, when he learned that Miss Li had a sweetheart, it happened that there were still a few days before Wan Yue came down to the mountain for a free clinic. He was afraid that Wan Yue would find out that he and Miss Li had ambiguous relations, so he sneaked out and came to withdraw the marriage.

He only found out about Miss Li's sweetheart after the fact, and during that period of time he was also hit hard by her engagement, he couldn't afford it, and died of illness the day before he came to the door.

This is also the case, and Miss Li will be disheartened and commit suicide to end her life.

Wan Yue didn't expect that there would be such an accident, she sighed and said: "God's will tricks people, Mr. Zhang, you don't have to blame yourself too much."

Zhang Lan nodded, but still felt a little guilty.

Wan Yue suddenly thought of something, she frowned, and said: "Just now you said that Miss Li's sweetheart died of illness?"

Zhang Lan didn't know why she asked such a question, he was stunned for a moment, and then said, "Yes, I heard that the young man has always been in poor health, and has been taking medicine for many years, but this time he couldn't survive..."

Seeing that Wanyue's expression gradually became serious, Zhang Lan couldn't help but said, "Miss Wanyue, what's wrong?"

Wan Yue pondered for a moment, and told him about the strange place she found in the Li family mourning hall.

Zhang Lan was startled, and subconsciously wanted to ask Wan Yue if she was sure. When he saw the candlelight in her beautiful eyes, he suddenly remembered the scene when he first met her.

Jishitang's free clinic has been open for many years, and the Zhang family has been operating in Zuimeng City for generations, and they are involved in various industries, including medicinal materials.

That day, according to his father's instructions, he went to Jishitang to deliver a batch of fresh medicinal materials. As soon as he stepped into the hospital, he saw Wan Yue, who was wearing a light gauze white dress at that time, elegant and quiet.

Hearing the movement, Wan Yue just raised her head and cast a very faint look at him, then quickly lowered her head to ask about the condition of the patient in front of her.

It was just a glimpse of Wan Yue, but it left a strong mark in Zhang Lan's heart.

Since then, he always thought of that figure sitting in the medical hall from time to time, thinking of her eyes, so haunted that he didn't think about eating or drinking.

At first he thought he was sick, so he went to the hospital again, but Wan Yue disappeared. The doctor gave his pulse and said he was fine, but the symptoms remained unabated.

The second time he went to deliver the medicinal materials, and when he saw Wan Yue again, the illness miraculously disappeared, and it happened several times like this, so Zhang Lan figured it out by himself.

After he understood his thoughts, he would always find various excuses to go to Jishitang, even if he didn't do anything, he just watched Wanyue sitting there quietly, listened to her consultation, watched her feel her pulse, and watched those who were looking for her. As the number of patients seeing the doctor became less and less, until they never appeared in Jishitang again, Zhang Lan felt a sense of satisfaction in his heart, and he wanted to look at her like this for the rest of his life.

Later, he gradually came to know that Wan Yue's medical skills are very good, he knows that her medicine can cure her illness, and she also knows that her diagnosis is never wrong.

Thinking of this, Zhang Lan said: "If it is really an epidemic, we have to notify the Li family as soon as possible."

But Wan Yue shook her head and said: "They won't believe it, now it's just my guess, I need to confirm it."

"..how to confirm?"

Wan Yue said: "Where is Miss Li's sweetheart buried?"

Zhang Lan was taken aback, and said, "It's in the southwest tomb."

Wan Yue heard the words and was about to turn around, but Zhang Lan grabbed his wrist with sharp eyes and quick hands, and Wan Yue turned to look at him.

Zhang Lan immediately let go of her hand and said, "The tomb is desolate, I, I will go with you."

Wan Yue refused: "I can go with Fu Xing."

"No," Zhang Lan said anxiously, "It's midnight, how can I trust you to go out..."

When meeting Shang Wanyue's gaze, Zhang Lan couldn't say the rest of the words. Anyone could hear that there was a lot of thought in his words, and he was so embarrassed that he didn't know what to do. explain.

Wan Yue saw his earlobe blushing again, she felt amused in her heart, she said softly: "If that's the case, then you can come with us."

Zhang Lan regained her senses and hurriedly followed behind Wan Yue, when she went out, she saw the servant fell to the ground, and Fu Xing rushed out from the side.

"We're going to the Southwest."

Wan Yue dropped these words, then embraced Zhang Lan who was about to say something, and Yu Jian flew into the air.

At this time, Zhang Lan hadn't entered Shenxiao Xianfu, and his cultivation level in the early stage of Qi training could not fly with the sword. Xuan Shuang looked at him, the eighth senior brother in his youth, with the surprise and yearning in his eyes, and couldn't help feeling a little bit emotion.

Wan Yue is smart and beautiful, strong and gentle, Zhang Lan has never been in love with her, and it is not surprising that she even became obsessed because of her death.

Xuan Shuang watched them reach the southwestern cemetery with their swords, and found the newly buried Miss Li's sweetheart in the barrenness.

When the new grave was dug up, an unspeakable stench came up. The corpse was already rotten and bloody. Zhang Lan endured and endured, and then turned around and vomited. He was a rich man. He had never seen such a scene. If it wasn't for the presence of his sweetheart, he would have already fled here.

Wan Yue was already familiar with this, but her expression became more and more tense. After re-burying the corpse, she turned to the pale Zhang Lan and said, "It's an epidemic."

Ms. Li's sweetheart passed away due to the epidemic, but no one knew about it. They were all carried out according to the normal funeral. Ms. Li, who had been in contact with her sweetheart, also contracted the epidemic. Her body is still in the mourning hall of Li's family. Coming and going, I don't know how many people I have come into contact with in the past few days.

The three of them knew that the matter was urgent, so they rushed back immediately without further delay, but going back was useless.

That night, four people had a sudden emergency. The neighbor died just after sending them to the hospital. That family was the parents, brother and sister-in-law of Ms. Li's sweetheart. So far, all five members of the family died suddenly.

Early the next morning, when the three of Wan Yue rushed back to Li's house, the servant of the mourning hall had already developed symptoms, vomiting, diarrhea, abdominal pain, and no amount of medicine could save his life.

At this point, the plague spread in Drunken Dream City, and many people died in just a few days.

Ji Shi Tang and the large and small medical clinics in the city were crowded with sick people, Wan Yue and Fu Xing stayed in the city to treat the patients day and night, they had no time to leave Zuimeng City and return to the mountains.

But this time the epidemic was fierce, and the symptoms were different from what was recorded in the medical books. Wan Yue tried all the prescriptions, but it didn't work.

Those who were slightly unwell, or those who were diagnosed with the epidemic, had already been arranged in one place by the city supervisor, isolated from the normal people, and took decoctions every day to block the disease.

"I don't drink!"

Wan Yue was holding a bowl, and was about to feed it to an old man in his fifties, but he overturned it with one hand, the concoction spilled on his hand, and a small piece of Wan Yue's wrist was burned red.

Seeing that everyone around him was looking over, the old man simply stared at a pair of cloudy eyes, and said to Wan Yue viciously: "Besides letting us drink these soups and medicines every day, can you think of any other tricks? A little effect Nothing, what should be uncomfortable is uncomfortable, what should be damned is death, Doctor Wan Yue, do you really want to save us?!"

The author says:

Finally caught up with the update - this dungeon will be over in a few chapters, and it will be time to jump into the crematorium