Thinking of this, Mo Bo leaned up to Xia Yuanqiu and said in a low voice, "Yuanqiu, in my face, Mingjie is confused for a moment. Can you --"

Xia Yuanqiu shook his head and said with a smile, "Mo Bo, you are worried. Chen Liwen, Chen Mingjie's father, has a lot of friendship with me. I will never let the prince punish him for this. Don't worry."

"Do you know brother Liwen?"

Xia Yuanqiu nodded: "of course, I know you. Mr. Chen is a good official. I'm honored to be friends with him for the sake of risking my life for the common people."

With a flash of light in his mind, Mo Bo suddenly remembered something and said in a startled voice, "are you the miracle doctor who can relieve the plague in Hexi?"

Xia Yuanhao said with a smile: "it was my elder sister who refined the antidote to cure the pestilence poison, which saved tens of thousands of lives. Mr. Chen is the parent official of Pingtung. He has many contacts with my elder sister, and that Chen Mingjie had received my elder sister's favor. If it wasn't for my elder sister, he would have died long ago."

As a doctor and pharmacist, Mo Bo naturally knows what the poison of pestilence stands for. For him, and for thousands of doctors in the world, pestilence stands for death. But in Xia Yuanqiu's hands, it seems that any disease has a chance to recover.

When he first heard about the plague in Hexi, he thought about going to help. Just as he was about to leave, news came from Hexi that the plague had been relieved. A little miracle doctor had saved everyone. The little miracle doctor had developed drugs to control and treat the plague and found life for those who were dying.

He thought many times that he must see this little doctor and discuss the knowledge of medical ethics with her.

But who would have thought that God let him see her in such a way, and become a good friend with her.

Three people are talking and laughing here, but Zhu Yan is as anxious as a mad cow, looking for Xia Yuanhao outside Nantai city.

Xing Ying brings a middle-aged man to Zhu Yan: "Your Highness, this man said he saw Yuan Hao yesterday."

Zhu Yan's face was happy and asked, "please tell me in detail."

The middle-aged man quickly knelt down and said, "yesterday, when I was driving back from outside the city, I happened to see a young man riding a crazy horse running. Before I got to the wild path, the crazy horse threw the young man to the ground. It seems that the young man was seriously injured and couldn't get up. I don't know his life or death."

Zhu Yan frowned and asked, "what happened later?"

The middle-aged man replied: "later, there came an old man and a young man. The old man and a young man carried the young man back to the city."

"Can you see where they went?"

The middle-aged man looked up at Zhu Yan and grinned: "I see it." the middle-aged man's face was full of greed. It was known that it was for money.

Zhu Yan's heart is anxious. Seeing him like this, he is disgusted. He looks up at Xing Ying. Xing Ying understands. He takes out a golden spindle from his heart and throws it in front of the middle-aged man: "can you say it now?"

The middle-aged man raised his eyebrows, opened his eyes and laughed. Holding the ingot, he said, "if you can say it, you can say it. I saw the young and old with my own eyes and carried the young man into the inn."

Xing Ying frowned: "there are many inns in this city. Which one is it?"

The middle-aged man's face was bitter, and said: "to tell you the truth, villains are illiterate, and they seldom come to this county. They only know that it's an inn, but they don't know its name."

The middle-aged man saw that Xing Ying's face was getting worse and worse. He said: "by the way, I saw a whole row of red lanterns with peach blossom hanging outside the inn."

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