Chapter 672

There was no need for the state of Xuzhou to do anything at all. Some enthusiastic soldiers had already brought buckets of cold boiled water from the kitchens. Murong Ling put a magic elixir in each bucket of water. Until all the existing magic elixirs were melted in the water, she told the Xuzhou national highway, "take the antidote and give it to the soldiers who are seriously ill first. The rest of the people take a SIP to relieve their illness, Don't worry, I will continue to refine the antidote. I won't let you have any trouble. "

The soldiers took her words as the standard, and even if they longed for the antidote, they would not plunder. They immediately nodded convincingly and carefully carried the antidote to the isolation room, for fear that even a drop of precious antidote would be spilled.

Now the whole army has been infected with epidemic disease, and there is no so-called isolation area. It's just that all the soldiers who live there are seriously ill. When they know that the antidote has been studied, their eyes are bursting with hope of birth. They can't wait to take the antidote and drink it. After a quarter of an hour, they are all gone, The dispirited spirit is rejuvenated, and people with clear eyes know that their condition has been alleviated. Although they have not recovered, their symptoms have been improved visibly.

Murong Ling was immediately overjoyed and asked other people to take the antidote separately, which could alleviate the disease. Next, she had to treat the disease according to the severity of the disease. After all, the disease would continue to worsen after remission. If she only took the antidote separately, the treatment would never end.

After drinking the antidote, the soldiers, who thought they would die, finally felt the hope of life. They knelt down on the ground and cried out, "thank you for saving my life!"

Murong Ling quickly asked them to get up, but did not take the credit. She said, "this is not my own work. The medicine needed for the antidote is the prince's blood. If there is no prince, I can't refine the antidote."

Hearing that the prince's blood actually made antidotes for them, people were even more moved and shocked. They knelt down and kowtowed repeatedly, "the prince is ungrateful, and his humble duty is unforgettable!"

Li cangmin didn't expect Murong Ling to lift him out. For a moment, he coughed and said, "it's just a matter of lifting a hand. You are my officers and soldiers of Dazhou. I'm the prince of the palace. It's just my duty to save my people from fire and water."

In addition to the rank generals, the ordinary soldiers in the army are very humble. Even the ordinary people are inferior. They belong to the military and have been soldiers for generations. No one cares about their life or death. However, the epidemic is rampant, and their lives are treated equally. Regardless of the rank, as long as they are seriously ill, they can get the first antidote, They can even see that General Xu didn't drink any antidote and gave it all to his subordinates. How can people not be moved by such respect?

Not to mention that the antidote is the blood of his Highness the prince as a drug guide. His highness is the body of thousands of people, and he is also a supreme immortal. He is willing to harm himself for them. Apart from gratitude and respect, they can no longer have other thoughts.

An epidemic has united the whole army as never before.

Murong Ling is happy with this situation. After confirming that the antidote is effective for mortals, he and Li cangmin continue to go back to camp to refine the elixir. A total of four barracks have contracted diseases. Now Dongying District is just in a hurry. The other three barracks still need to provide antidotes.

After a few days of refining, the disease of the four camps has been under control, but Li cangmin has lost too much blood and is in a weak state. Murong Ling is so anxious that she keeps urging Su Xingyu and others, "how about it? Haven't you found any alternative medicine?"

Su Xingyu's hair turned white with anxiety. He looked up from the piles of jade slips and said with a bitter smile, "my Lord, there's nothing we can do. Many of the jade slips you provided us have never heard of. Even if we know their functions, we can't find them."

Murong Ling is silent. These days, she also tries to change the prescription. She doesn't need Li cangmin's blood as a medicine guide, but the effect is far from satisfactory. In the end, she has wasted the medicine. She needs to provide 300000 troops for detoxification, and the medicine can't be wasted at all. Dazhou can't provide it any more. At present, she can only maintain it by seeking the help of Luo state, The medicinal materials used for alchemy are all brought to her by Luo Qianchen.

"Ling'er, don't worry. I can still hold on. Let's continue to use my blood as a medicine guide." Because of the excessive blood loss, Li cangmin was in a sleepy mood. Hearing Murong Ling's voice, he woke up and skillfully cut a wound on his wrist and received a bottle of blood.

Murong Ling's hand trembled when she took the porcelain bottle. Compared with the strong color at the beginning, the color of the blood in the bottle was very light, as if it had been injected with water. It was not pure, and it was painful to see.

"Don't worry. I'm a monk. I just lose blood. I can't die."

Li cangmin smiles placidly. He is pale and weak. He doesn't need Murong Ling to urge him to replenish his blood. Even though they are all blood producing products, they still can't keep up with the speed of his blood loss. Murong Ling is not only distressed, but also distressed. He has to perform rejuvenation for him in alchemy to help his body recover quickly.Because of the continuous alchemy, Murong Ling's proficiency has come up. In order to break Li cangmin's blood, she forced herself to refine the best elixir after another. The best elixir has ten times the effect of the best elixir. This is the important reason why she alone can provide the antidote for 300000 people.

It took a month. This month was the longest and most painful month in Murong Ling's life. She was reluctant to recall this experience for the rest of her life, except for the smell of blood, torture and pain.

She is refining the same kind of pill day after day. She is familiar with the prescription and steps of the pill, but her brain can be refined. Occasionally, she is very tired and has a rest. Even her dreams are alchemy. In addition to alchemy, the weak Li Cang min is another nightmare for her. Every time she takes blood from his hand, her heart is dripping with blood, and even gives birth to the idea of putting down the burden. If she takes Li Cang min's life as the price of saving others, she is willing to bear the sin of death.

But every time, Li cangmin's insistence on delivering blood shakes his mind. He still insists on saving people. She can't give up halfway, so she has to continue to work tirelessly in alchemy. Up to now, she has no mind to think about other things.

Fortunately, a month later, the disease in the four camps completely disappeared, and the nightmare finally ended. Murong Ling and Li cangmin were overdrawn and both of them passed out in a coma.