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"You little girl, you are living too lightly, so you can say such things." The doctor stroked his beard and said seriously: "Although everyone has different personalities, as long as you are a human, you have the power to live. Even if you die, you should be decent. As a doctor, this is my duty."

"You are just saying this lightly." Fang Zilan said coldly: "It is better to end it all instead of struggling in pain. As a doctor, if you really can't save someone, what's wrong with giving it to the last journey?"

"It seems that the little girl has done it too." The doctor thought, "Since that's the case, you can struggle in pain, why should you stop others from living? You should know that human life is at stake, and the word "life and death" is far from being as simple as saying it."

He paused, saw Fang Zilan remain silent, and continued, "Have you ever heard of the Southeast Plague? At that time, everyone thought it was beyond rescue, but in the end they were saved. The plague is like this, let alone poisoning? Even if it is one in ten thousand possible, it is worth a try."

Fang Zilan's expression stagnated, and at this moment she saw clearly the fear in her heart.

It turned out that she had never thought that she could win the Ghost Gate.

Whether it is the poison or the world, as long as Ji Ningtian waved his hand, the situation would be messed up, but she was chasing behind her, exhausted and difficult to change.

I don’t know how many times she saw that aspiring people either died or retreated, and even she herself was living a life of silence.

Fang Zilan smiled bitterly inwardly, and over time, she became accustomed to it. So she could try every means to resolve the plague, but sat down with the poison and wait for death.

Just because she felt hopeless from the beginning, she always felt that she would one day give her life, so she was not afraid of death and walked all the way to this day...

"The little girl seems to have figured it out?" The doctor waved his hand, "If you figure it out, go and get the medicine quickly. Don't delay your efforts."

Fang Zilan nodded mutely, turned around and was about to leave. The doctor shouted behind her: "Please be careful when you take the prescription, don't break it..."

Only then did Fang Zilan notice the prescription tightly in her hand, a thin piece of paper, which was pinched by her, and even the words on it looked crooked.

An extremely ordinary handwriting is written on almost rough straw paper, but it carries the hope of saving lives.

It turns out that as long as the light and fluttering things are entrusted with people's hearts, they will be so heavy.

Fang Zilan turned around and waved to the doctor, "Don't worry, I'll be back soon, I can't miss your medicine."

"Okay." The doctor responded, breathed a sigh of relief, and walked into the house quickly again.

Awan, who was standing by the door, saw this scene in his eyes, his eyes were wet, and then he chased after him without looking back, "Wait a moment!"

Fang Zilan stopped, Awan ran unsteadily, but she still asked aggressively: "Have you never believed it before? I can guarantee you to live well?"

"I..." Fang Zilan opened her mouth and Awan snorted heavily, "I know. If you don't believe it, I'll make a bet with you."

"What bet?" Fang Zilan was stunned for a moment, and Awan said resolutely: "Just bet I can at least protect one person in Taoyuan Village to survive well."

Fang Zilan was silent for a long time before saying, "I believe in you."

"What do you think?" Fang Zilan couldn't help asking, and Awan nodded and said, "I think you can give it a try. The gentleman who just talked to you can write such a prescription. He must be a good doctor with excellent medical skills. I'll go to him to discuss it later."

"Okay, then I'll go and get the medicine first." Fang Zilan took the prescription back and was about to leave, but saw Awan sending her another prescription, "There's still this, I'm working hard."

"So Qianjinfang really doesn't know about this?" Mr. Liu couldn't help but interrupt, and Fang Zilan was stunned for a moment, "Why did Mr. Liu say this?"

"Mr. Liu, my father spent a lot of money to ask Qianjinfang for the news of buying, and the money was returned intact, which means Qianjinfang must not know about this matter. Do you still think there is a falsehood?" Huo Chuner replied impatiently, and Mr. Liu hesitated, "I don't mean that..."

"Mr. Huo, what do you want to say?" Fang Zilan interrupted Mr. Liu's words. It was related to the wheel-turning king Chubin, and it was difficult for her to be completely calm.

"The encirclement and suppression of many people disappeared, including the eldest disciple of the Huo family of the Daomen Sect, and the senior brother who was about to inherit my father's mantra, were all missing." Huo Chuner let out a light voice and said, "So my father paid a lot of money to ask Qianjinfang, but Qianjinfang could not give an answer."

Fang Zilan's expression was dim and unclear. Since Chu Bin disappeared, Qianjinfang has been pursuing it. There was no news, so he never reported the missing situation to her in detail.

Now that she heard what Huo Chuner said, she realized that not only Chu Bin was missing, but also many disciples of the sect. In this way, it is not impossible for her to have any forces that she didn't know to be in secret.

However, what kind of dark quagmire should a force that even Qianjinfang cannot find? Even if she finds it alone, it will be difficult for her to escape unscathed.

But...Mo Han is dead, if it is Chu Bin...

Fang Zilan dared not think about it. She accepted the fact that she could not protect everyone around her, but if she didn't even know whether they were alive or dead, what's the point of being so unclear?

"Miss Zhen, are you listening?" Huo Chuner reached out and shook her hand in front of Fang Zilan's eyes. She came back to her senses, "What?"

"I said." Huo Chuner deliberately extended the tail sound and his voice rose a little, "A few days ago, my father finally found the place where they last appeared."

"Where is it?" Fang Zilan held Huo Chuner's wrist and said at a loss: "Just on the way to Suzhou Prefecture, not far from Zuiyue Tower."

Fang Zilan heard a cry and walked over quickly. Before she could knock on the door and ask, she heard a very light footstep. She looked back and saw Zheng Yan standing outside the yard from afar.

"Why are you here?" Fang Zilan didn't care about the movement in the house and turned around to open the door for Zheng Yan, "Is it because the road to Shixian has been cleared?"

Zheng Yan nodded, "Mr. Zhuge asked me to ask you if you would like to go with him?"

"I'm going to go, but..." Fang Zilan said, "Wait for me, I'll take the sword and let you go."

In the house, Awan was feeding Xia'er medicine. When he saw Fang Zilan coming back in a hurry, he asked casually: "But someone died in the village chief's family?"

"It should be." Fang Zilan took the plum sword, and Awan's expression sterned, "Where are you going?"

"Shixian." Fang Zilan pursed her lips, "Awan, you stay here. If I haven't come back, you can go back to the capital with Zhuge Yu, no need to wait."

Awan didn't say anything, and watched Fang Zilan's figure disappear in front of her, feeling very nervous.
Chapter completed!