Chapter 887: Prescription (1)

He got up. "I am leaving."

Huang Ling nodded and looked at his eyes, some disappointing, "Well."

After Mobson left, Huang Ling came over and stood in front of the glass wall, watching Song worry.

Song Wushou looked up and gently wiped the sweat from his forehead.

She just dreamed, dreaming about the rot of the past life...

The rot was spread so badly that the soldiers died a lot because of the rot.

Both the army and the enemy, infected, are quickly killed.

Song Wuyou and Dongfang Xuan were not infected, but they broke their heart for this rot.

What doctor, what medicine, what elixir, are exhausted, can not be resolved.

The rot was also passed on to the people, and many people died because of this rot.

In the end, the oriental mysterious relatives have been living in the mountains since the inauguration. The old man who was called a **** doctor invited to the military camp. Thanks to this **** doctor, this terrible rot was eliminated.

At that time, there was a warrior who said nothing about Song’s pain, and the symptoms were the same as hers!

Headache, bodyache, chest tightness, low temperature...

In the past, I often faced the plague. I don’t know how many plagues will happen in a year. People who died under the plague did not know how many.

She lived in the harem for three years and the smallpox virus happened twice.

In her previous life, her body was particularly good. She has been fighting for so many years in the battlefield and she is very strong.

She was not infected every time a plague occurred.

Therefore, she did not associate "Tianlei" with any kind of plague in her previous life.

Tonight, she dreamed, dreaming that a warrior infected with rot was telling her about her feelings.

The feelings told by the soldiers are exactly the same as her feelings now!

Fortunately, she said to the doctor of the doctor, I remember now!

Song Wu worry looked at Huang Ling, Huang Ling looked at her with distress.

They looked at each other and suddenly everyone laughed.

Huang Ling said to Song Worry: "No worries, okay?"

Song Wuwei smiled and nodded.

She will definitely stick to it!

Must let the pastoral research to deal with the "Tianlei" medicine!

It didn't take an hour, Gu Yu and Mu Gu rushed to the hospital.

When Mumu came in, he saw Huang Ling standing in front of the glass wall, and he was deep and deep.

"No worries!" Gu Yu came forward and stood in front of the glass wall.

Seeing them coming together, Song knows that they are studying drugs overnight.

Song Wu worried and stood up and sat down in the chair in front of the glass wall.

Looking at her weak body, Gu Yu was distressed, and the deep shackles were all painful.

In just one day, he looked at it and seemed to have lost a lot.

It’s all worried and nervous!

Song Wuxi looked at him, and after the couple had a deep affection for the moment, Song Wuxi looked at the pastoral.

"Shemu, ‘Tianlei’ is a rot, remember? rot!” She looked at herd eagerly.

The eyes of herders were locked in Song’s mouth and looked at the mouth shape when she spoke.

Humic disease?

He raised his eyebrows and tried hard.

Song worries and said: "When the X dynasty, the plague, a lot of people died, the Oriental Xuan invited the doctor to cure the plague."

As soon as the doctor of the gods, the pastoral flash of light flashed, he looked at Song Wushou, and his eyes passed a touch of surprise: "You mean, Tianlei is a rot?"

Song nodded nodded.

"Even, I haven't researched the drug yet." In the past plague, he didn't know what prescription the **** had.