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Zi Yu said in all seriousness, "I'm a doctor who came here with Doctor Zhan. I came out to patrol the night."

"Great! I want to find a battle doctor. Can you take me with you?"

Zi Yu revealed a smile, "No problem, come with me!"

He led Qu Jiajia around the huge Tailing Temple and chatted nonchalantly.

Finally, he lost his patience.

"Doctor, I really do have something that I need to give Doctor Zhan. Can you please bring me over quickly?"

Zi Yu put away her smile. "Doctor Zhan is already asleep. Moreover, it's already so late. How can a man like you enter her room?" Why don't you give it to me, and I'll pass it on to her? "

What she said was not unreasonable. Even if he found Zhan Xiaolou, he could not go into the room. He still had to find a woman and bring her in.

"Alright then, I'll give it to you!" As he said that, he carefully took out the letter he had given him and handed it over to Ziyu. He also instructed that Ziyu must be handed over to Zhan Xiaolou immediately.

After Zi Yu promised, he left the temple to go back and report.

Zi Yu came into the room, lit a candle, and looked at the letter.

When she finished reading, she lit up the letter and it quickly burned into ashes and fell to the ground.

She had to inform the High Priest of this matter immediately. She had not expected that she and the High Priest would be so careful, yet he had still managed to find out about it.

However, Yin Shang only came at night. At other times, she didn't know where he was, so Zi Yu decided to report to Yin Shang the next night.

On the morning of the second day.

There was no smoke in the Tailing Temple, nor were there any swarms of good men and women.

The air was filled with the bitter smell of medicine.

Amidst the silence, the cries of the children gradually grew louder and louder, along with the sobbing of the adults.

Zhan Xiaolou brought a few doctors to a room.

There were three beds in the room, and three children were lying on the beds. The room was not narrow, but there were a dozen or so people standing inside, making it look crowded and cramped.

At each bed stood several people, all family members, three adults holding their children, and two doctors with their heads bowed.

The room reeked of medicine.

The smell of the medicine was more pungent than usual, and it was mixed with the smell of wine.

Zhan Xiaolou used a mask to cover his mouth and nose as he concentrated on his facial expression.

He used a piece of wet cotton to wipe the body of one of the children. The child's body was covered with wounds of various sizes.

In front of the other two beds, two other doctors were doing the same thing, wiping the children's bodies.

On the tables beside them, there was a medicine bowl filled with thick, black medicinal juice that emitted a strong smell of alcohol.

Zhan Xiaolou and the rest used cotton to wipe the wounds on their children's bodies.

Every time the cotton cloth was dipped in the medicinal juice and touched the sore surface, it was a heart-wrenching pain.

The children who were held down by the three adults could not help but cry loudly. Their heart-wrenching wails almost made those watching cry.

The children's bodies violently twisted, the three adults barely able to hold them down.

"We can't, we can't."

Finally, a middle-aged man collapsed as wailing sounds rang out. He crazily pushed aside the doctors and the three adults surrounding the bed, and threw himself at the child, who was tightly hugging him, crying loudly.

"Little Six!" "Father will bring you home, but we won't treat you. This is too much of a suffering. Rather than doing this, it's better to die. Ahhh …"