On their wedding night, she burned down the Prince Regent's palace.

Chapter 296 Dispensing
Ye Zhiyu's eyes were blazing, as if he wanted to fight Feng Wuming to the end.

Feng Wuming suddenly felt a little tired. He closed his eyes and said, "Come back alive."

Ye Zhiyu knew that this journey was unknown, and whether he could come back alive was also unknown.

But she still agreed.

"must."

The three of them got on the road. In order to speed up, they abandoned the carriage and chose to ride on horseback.

To ensure safety, Ye Zhiyu rode in the same carriage as Fu Jing.

The two of them were clearly so close yet seemed so far away.During this time both of them were silent.

Ye Zhiyu is always distracted and doesn't know what he is thinking.

Fu Jingtong saw that Ye Zhiyu didn't speak, so he didn't dare to interrupt her thoughts.

When they were approaching the isolation point, Fu Jingtong said some words of comfort.

"Miss Wang, don't worry, just do your best and obey fate."

Ye Zhiyu smiled, glanced at Fu Jing, took out the mask and asked him to put it on.

"Most diseases are transmitted through the mouth and nose, which is why they spread so quickly. Please don't take off your mask after entering the isolation point. Please be sure to wear it even when taking a nap."

"I will only trouble Mr. Fu when I am boiling the medicinal materials. As for Mr. Fu, there is no need to stay here at other times."

Fu Jingtong frowned, "How can that be done? Before leaving, Fu promised the prince that he would bring back the miracle doctor Wang with all his beard and tail. How could he see the miracle doctor here, Fu People leave?”

"I am not a person who is greedy for life and afraid of death."

Ye Zhiyu shook his head, "I didn't say this to humiliate Mr. Fu, or to question you. It's just that Mr. Fu has an important position after all, and has a greater use. Wouldn't it be a pity to be left here?"

"Master Fu cares about the people with a sincere heart, which can be felt by me and the people in the city. As for everything else, you should listen to me."

Looking at Ye Zhiyu, who is thin and small, there is no doubt in giving orders.

Fu Jingtong even saw the shadow of Feng Wuming in every move she made...

"it is good."

After a while, Fu Jingtong was defeated and agreed to Ye Zhiyu's request.

Only then did Ye Zhiyu laugh. She also covered her face with a mask. Only her curved eyebrows could be seen, but her eyes were brighter than the stars.

"Master Fu, you must be careful in everything and take care of yourself."

"must."

Ye Zhiyu immediately devoted himself to starting the inspection.

Ye Zhiyu chose a little girl holding a rag doll nearby.Judging by her dress, her family must be in business and treat this girl like jewels.

After all, the materials he wears are of the best quality, and the doll in his hand has been carefully sewn by someone.

However, there was no color on her face, it was very difficult to even open her eyes, and her voice was even more breathless.

There was also some siltation on the body due to ischemia.

His palm-sized face was full of sorrow.

"Are you... the fairy sister who came to take me away?"

The girl's voice was very low, but Ye Zhiyu's ears were very strong, so he could hear her clearly.

Looking at the girl who was about the same age as Xiaofengtuan in front of him, Ye Zhiyu's nose felt slightly sore.

Ye Zhiyu touched the little girl's hot forehead and said very gently: "I am not a fairy sister who will take you away. I am a doctor who wants to pull you back from the hands of the King of Hell. Cooperate obediently, sister, and she will take care of you." Can you send it back to your family?"

The little girl nodded in understanding.

Most of them were so burned that they were delirious.

But she still heard the sentence "Send you to your family." That was what she wanted.

"Then be good and answer whatever my sister asks. You can shake your head and nod, do you understand?"

The little girl nodded.

While checking the little girl's pulse, Ye Zhiyu said softly: "What's your name?"

"Yu'er."

"How long have you been feeling sick? Is your family in here?"

"It has been burning for six days, and my family is waiting for me to go back at home."

"There is a mother, a father, a grandma, a wet nurse... and a little brother who is only half a year old."

The little girl shed a tear as she spoke.

He whispered: "I miss them so much."

The little girl's sentiment soon became contagious.

This small place exaggerates the horror of death, the sadness of separation, and the fear of the unknown.

Ye Zhiyu calmed the little girl's emotions and stopped talking about her family for the time being, instead focusing on checking various indicators of her body.

Fortunately, she had been exposed to this disease before. It was similar to the plague, but had a higher mortality rate.

Ye Zhiyu immediately prepared the medicine and ordered the people below to brew it immediately.

She herself also joined the ranks of making medicine.

Before leaving, Ye Zhiyu whispered to Yu'er: "Get some sleep. Everything will be fine when you get up."

Yu'er nodded, gently closed her eyes, and soon there was a soft breathing sound.

When we were boiling the medicine, it was already evening, so we set up two pots outside the isolation point and boiled the medicinal materials here.

The wind was blowing at night and the weather was a bit cool.But the stick was thicker than a human arm, and Ye Zhiyu couldn't even hold it with one hand.

Stirring in such a big tank still requires some strength.

Sweat broke out on the tip of Ye Zhiyu's nose. While wiping the sweat, he was able to take a break and be slightly distracted, staring at something and not knowing what he was thinking about.

"Did Doctor Wang think of the child at home?" Fu Jingtong called out, calling back Ye Zhiyu who was a little distracted.

Ye Zhiyu came to his senses and continued to stir the dark soup in the cauldron.

Just looking at it is so painful that it’s hard to swallow.

Ye Zhiyu said: "Oh, no, I'm just wondering whether these decoctions have any effect. I followed the plague prescription and increased the dosage. The effect is unknown, and I need to find some people to test the medicine."

"This is quite simple."

"This is not easy." Ye Zhiyu sighed, "Not everyone has a fearless spirit of sacrifice. Most people, including myself, always think about themselves the most."

"If I were really that fearless, I would have contracted the disease myself and tried the cure. But I didn't do that."

"In the final analysis, human nature is to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, to be greedy for life and afraid of death. I am the same, without exception."

There are two little dumplings behind her, and if she dies, what will happen to Feng Wuming who feels the same spell as her?
She was burdened with too much and couldn't afford to gamble.

Fu Jingtong rarely spoke. This was indeed a dilemma.

I just hope someone will take the initiative to try the medicine tomorrow.

In the palace, Feng Wuming was sitting alone in the pavilion enjoying the cool air, looking at the crescent moon above his head and wondering what Ye Zhiyu was doing at this time.

He could only rely on the empathy spell to vaguely judge that she should be fine now, otherwise he would also be traumatized.

(End of this chapter)