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Yao Shuang did not speak, but instead walked quietly to the boy's side and squatted down. She reached out her hand to the boy's wrist and took his pulse.

Shang Zifeng and Shang Ziyu quietly watched from the side. Seeing that Yao Shuang's eyes were gradually filled with uneasiness, their hearts trembled, looking at his expression, they were afraid that this plague was not as simple as they thought.

They thought for a while and couldn't help but laugh at themselves. How could the plague be simple?

A strong plague could destroy half of a mountain, let alone a small village.

Hong Shan, who was standing beside them, felt the same sadness as the other patients.

She looked at Shang Zifeng, then looked at Shang Ziyu, and finally could not help but ask: "The two of you gave up the chance to enter Yuxu Sect, don't you feel regret?"

Shang Zifeng said without thinking, "There's nothing to regret, Brother Dongfang can …"

Halfway through his words, he suddenly froze, as though he had caught on to the main point, he quickly turned his head to look at Hong Shan, and asked in shock: "How do you know we are taking the examination?"

After being asked by Second Brother, Shang Ziyu could also tell that there was something fishy, and looked at Hong Shan in shock.

Just now, when he was in a rush, Shang Ziyu did not size up the red-clothed girl in front of him. Only now, when he looked at her closely, did he realise that she was extremely cute and spirited.

Her jet-black hair fell down over her shoulders as her slanted bangs pressed against her forehead. A light blue hairpin stood upright in the middle of her hair, giving her a delicate and pretty appearance.

It could also be said that it was his type.

Shang Ziyu's eyes slipped, and carefully sized him up again. He felt that Hong Shan's age was extremely similar to his, and so he began to daydream, writing a passage of a celestial companion's fate in his heart.

In his imagination, he held a long sword in his hand as he stood on top of the cliff.

Hong Shan, dressed in red, stood beside him like a fairy.

He was gentle and elegant, laughed casually, then handsome and summoned his Immortal sword. He hugged Hong Shan and leaped up the cliff onto the Immortal sword, under Hong Shan's smiling gaze, he rushed into the clouds with the beauty in his arms.

He carried Hong Shan, and swam amidst the blue and blue sea accompanied by the hazy sunlight.

That scene, that feeling, that atmosphere, it was indescribably beautiful.

As Shang Ziyu was dreaming, he suddenly felt a sharp gaze shoot into his eyes.

He raised his eyes, and instantly met Hong Shan's gaze. Shang Ziyu trembled in fear, and a deep sense of guilt filled his heart.

He rubbed his little head and laughed, trying his best to hide the vulgarity in his eyes, forcing himself to remain calm: "Little girl, how do you know all this? Do we really look like the disciples taking the Yuxu Sect's examination? "

Hong Shan's face darkened, what did this brat call him?

Little sister?

Hong Shan raised her chin, and sized Shang Ziyu up with her beautiful eyes from top to bottom.

Looking at his short, small, and thin appearance, he really did not know where he got the courage to call her little sister.

She was the youngest in the Yuxu Sect, but this little thing actually called her little sister after coming out.

Although she was just fourteen years old, she was still a girl of eighteen or nineteen. Not only was her figure slender, her speech and actions were organized, and no matter where you looked at her, she was much more mature than the brat in front of you.

The more Hong Shan thought about it, the angrier she became, and the sword in her hand also trembled incessantly as her fingertips tightened.

If it was only the two of them right now, Hong Shan would definitely not hesitate to cut off Shang Ziyu's tongue!

However, in this situation, Hong Shan was too lazy to chat with him, she only glanced at him indifferently and did not speak further.

Unexpectedly, not only did this look not scare Shang Ziyu, it made his heart beat even more fiercely as it shot electricity towards her body. He was so embarrassed that the root of his teeth started to chatter, and he was at a loss of what to do.

This brat was simply too shameless. Didn't he know that looking at a girl like this would make others angry!

What's more, was he looking at girls like that? What was with his eyes!

Therefore, Hong Shan simply turned around and did not look at him again.

If she continued to watch, she couldn't guarantee that she wouldn't do anything vicious.

Shang Zifeng's eyes were sharp, and seeing Shang Ziyu's flushed face as he glanced towards Hong Shan, based on his understanding of his third brother, he instantly guessed this brat's intentions, and couldn't help but step on him.

Shang Ziyu's "Ouch!"

With a thump, he gritted his teeth in pain, "Second brother, why did you step on me!?"

"It's light if I step on you!"

This brat could not change his personality no matter where he went. Every time he was able to make a fool out of a prick of a rose, he would simply be courting his own death.

Although Shang Zifeng was furious in his heart, he couldn't scold his outright. Otherwise, Hong Shan would definitely burrow into the crevice in shame and anger.

During their interaction, Yao Shuang had already established her pulse.

She rolled up the little boy's eyelids and carefully examined him. After that, she looked around at the patients and sighed sadly. Then, she stood up.

The symptoms of these people were the same, but the severity was different.

Although the little boy was infected with an epidemic disease, it didn't last long. As long as he found a good cure and took care of himself, it would only take half a month for him to improve.

But... Seeing Yao Shuang's complicated expression, Patriarch Jing's heart skipped a beat, and her face immediately became pale.

He suppressed the panic in his heart and asked, "Is there any way to treat it?"

Yao Shuang did not answer directly, but asked, "Does Patriarch Jing have a pen and ink?"

"Yes, of course! You may follow this old one into the room, this old one will prepare some ink and pens now. "

Patriarch Jing had originally planned to make a gesture to invite them in, but he knew that this was not the time to be courteous, so with the support of others, he stepped over the stretcher on the floor and entered the house, preparing his brush and ink. Yao Shuang and the rest followed behind.

In the inner hall of the Jingjia Village's Patriarch, Yao Shuang and a few others found a seat and sat down.

Because of the plague and the fear that the water would be contaminated, there was no water in the house, and the cups had already been covered with dust.

When he looked at the lips of the old chief and the few young lads beside him, they had all dried and wrinkled.

Yao Shuang knew that due to the suppression from the Heiming Village, they probably wouldn't be able to touch a drop of water for a long time.

She turned her head and said to Shang Zifeng and Shang Ziyu: "Brother Shang, Zi Yu, I'll have to trouble you with one matter."

"Brother Dongfang, please speak."

"If I remember correctly, there's a lake five miles away. Go get some water with Zi Yu."

Shang Zifeng and Shang Ziyu understood and nodded their heads in unison. Just as they were about to leave, they heard Hong Shan say: "There are so many people here waiting to drink water.

After saying that, Hong Shan stretched out her right hand in the shape of a flower and, with a flip, a jade bottle gourd instantly appeared.

"I'll go with you. This jade gourd is enough for everyone to drink for several days."

Shang Zifeng and Shang Ziyu opened their eyes wide, looking at the jade bottle gourd that appeared out of thin air, both of them broke out in sweat.

The latter said, "It's just a little bit of the gourd. You said it can last for a few days for hundreds of people. Isn't that a bit too much!"

Hong Shan could not be bothered with Shang Ziyu, and only said indifferently: "Whether or not you drink enough, we'll know when the time comes."

After saying that, she took a graceful step forward and left.

Shang Zifeng inwardly sighed at his third brother's short vision, just by looking at the appearance of the bottle gourd, he could tell that it was not an ordinary item, thus he secretly rolled his eyes at his third brother and followed along.

Shang Ziyu stood in a daze for a long time, and muttered: "Since that bottle gourd is so mystical, do I still need to go with all three of you?"

However, although he said this, his heart was like a little deer bumping around.

From his point of view, being able to fetch water with a little beauty could be considered to be a beautiful thing in the world. Thus, he hurriedly chased after Hong Shan and left the house.

When the three of them left, Patriarch Jing had already prepared a brush and ink. Yao Shuang neatly wrote down the recipe.

Patriarch Jing saw that something was amiss and did not disturb him.

He understood that if there were any difficulties, this person before him would definitely speak out.

Although the first few teachers had practiced medicine for dozens of years, and their medical skills were considered to be mature, by age, they were much more experienced than the young man in front of them.

However, the people of Patriarch Jing were old and their eyes were not blurred. With just a glance, they could see that Yao Shuang had hidden her abilities, and thus held some hope for her.

He raised his eyes and looked at the medicinal formula.

Although he didn't know much about medicine, he knew a lot about herbs. After all, more than half of the people in the village grew herbs. As the clan leader, he knew a lot about herbs as well.

Casually taking a few herbs, he only needed to have a slight sniff to know what was what, and he knew more about medicine than the other teachers.

Most of the herbs written by Yao Shuang were ordinary, and could be immediately picked from the fields. However, there were a few rare medicinal ingredients, such as winter aloes and male stalks, which he had never heard of before.

Not long after, Yao Shuang finally stopped writing and handed the prescription over to the Patriarch Jing, as well as explaining to everyone present the appearances of those few rare medicinal ingredients, so that they could see with a glance and reduce the amount of time needed to determine when searching for the ingredients.

With regards to the last medicine, Yao Shuang knew that these people would never be able to find it no matter what, so she said indifferently: "As for the last medicine, Old Clan Chief need not worry, I will think of a way to get it."