When the refugees saw Hua Yuqiong and others, they all stared at them curiously and cautiously.
Cheng Yuqi and Zhai Zilan also rushed over at this time, and were surprised to see the crowd here.
Zhai Zilan felt a surge of anger welling up in his heart, and asked Han Zeng beside him: "Where is the county magistrate now?"
"Your Highness, you should still be at home." Han Zeng said.
"At home?" Zhai Zilan's voice was slightly raised, "Gooseneck County has been completely destroyed, where can he live?"
"Back to Your Highness, the county magistrate still has a private residence one mile away from Gooseneck County. Because it is on high ground, it was saved from being destroyed by the flood."
"It seems that the magistrate of Gooseneck County has thought very carefully. Let's go and have a good meeting with the magistrate. You can lead the way." Zhai Zilan said with cold eyes.
"yes."
"Hey, where are you going? Wait for me, Zhai Zilan, wait for me!"
Cheng Yuqi was fascinated by the ghost priest rescuing the patient when he suddenly realized that Zhai Zilan was no longer around him. He couldn't help but be startled. Seeing Zhai Zilan walking further and further away, he quickly chased after him.
Hua Yuqiong looked at several injured patients and looked suspicious.
The wounds of these people were all on their left arms, and the blood vessels under the skin could be clearly seen, and they were actually black!
Could this be... poison?
Hua Yuqiong looked confused, grabbed a strong man's wrist, and turned up his sleeves.
Sure enough, there was a scratched wound on his wrist, and the blood flowing out was a strange bright red, but the blood in his veins was as black as ink.
It was already ten minutes at noon, the sun was at its strongest, and the few rays of sunlight that shone into the temple were even more scorching.
The strong man whose wrist was being held by Hua Yuqiong suddenly screamed in pain and quickly pulled his hand back.
Hua Yuqiong was startled.
"ah--"
A scream came from outside the temple. Hua Yuqiong was shocked and ran outside quickly.
One man covered his wrist, screamed in pain, and staggered towards a sheltered area. At the same time, dozens of others also screamed in pain and ran towards a place where the sun could not reach them.
Hua Yuqiong ran to the shade of the tree, looked at the man who had recovered, and said: "I am a doctor, can you let me see your wrist?"
The man was startled and stretched out his wrist timidly.
Hua Yuqiong checked it and frowned.
Another scratch!
"Why did you shout suddenly just now?" Hua Yuqiong asked.
The man looked at the sun-drenched ground with fear and said: "I... I don't know why, but I feel severe pain when I'm under the sun. The pain seems to go deep into the bone marrow and soak into the soul, making me feel...
The soul is gone."
As he said that, he looked up at Hua Yuqiong, tears streaming down his face, "Doctor, doctor, you must save me! Please, doctor!"
"I will, you rest here first, I'll go see what medicine is available."
"Yes, I listen to you. Doctor, you must save us poor people!"
"rest assured."
Hua Yuqiong walked to an open space, took out two casseroles for decoction, and asked two doctors to set them up. She took out a few herbs and started tinkering with them.
"Master, the wounds of these refugees all have one thing in common, which are a few scratches on the left wrist. The wounds look like they were caused by some ferocious beast." Several doctors told Hua Yuqiong what they saw.
"Yes, yes, that scratch is very weird. Apart from that scratch, we have applied medicine and bandaged the rest of the wounds."
"Master, you are handling medicinal materials. May I ask what you think?" This chapter has been completed!