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Chapter 229 The storm is coming
Qinghui Courtyard West Wing...

Sporadic fragments of memory flashed through her mind. The madness and beauty of that night made Shen Jiaojiao's scalp tingle.

Meng Hun looked at her steadily, and in the depths of his dark pupils, it seemed that she was the only figure.

"What do you think?" the man asked.

She lowered her eyes and stammered in silence.

From Meng Hun's perspective, he could just see the woman's flushed cheeks and earlobes that were red enough to seem like they were about to bleed. He raised the corners of his eyes slightly and chuckled.

That indifferent face softened instantly.

The man raised his hand and pushed the hair hanging on her temples behind her ears. He said calmly, "Tell me, what do you want to ask Mr. Qian for?"

Hearing the question, Shen Jiaojiao suddenly came back to her senses, pulled herself out of her memories, and remembered the important matter.

"Brother, do you remember that I have been preparing cloth and medicinal materials? It seems that the prediction made by Mr. Qian is about to come true!"

Meng Hun's eyes darkened as he recognized the voice-over.

"What happened outside?"

"There are quite a few people..." She quickly recounted Aoxue's discovery, her face full of anxiety. She wished she could rush to Mr. Qian immediately and drag the people out.

"Alas, I didn't intend to tell you about this." Meng Hun held her shoulders and said in a deep voice: "A plague has broken out in the north."

plague? !
Shen Jiaojiao's whole body shook and she stood there in a daze.

How could it be a plague? Wouldn't a plague only occur after a flood when there was no time to deal with the bodies?

"Brother, what you mean is..." She paused, and her voice suddenly rose, "The plague has spread to Lin'an?!"

Seeing her so frightened, the man quickly took her into his arms and comforted her softly, "Don't worry, it won't be that fast. The distance between the North and Lin'an is 108,000 miles."

Shen Jiaojiao buried her face in the man's broad chest, her breath filled with the faint scent of osmanthus, and the anxiety in her heart gradually subsided.

She grabbed the man's collar as if he had grabbed a life-saving straw.

"There are many talented people in the Imperial Hospital of the capital, so there should be a solution, right?"

"There will be a way." Meng Hun patted her back gently, "You go back first, I will talk to Mr. Qian about this matter."

She nodded and left uneasy.

After everyone left, Meng Hun quickly walked into the main room and dragged out Qian Lao, who was certifying and preparing herbs.

"Mr. Qian, have you heard about the outbreak of plague in the North?"

"Ah?" Old Qian was still holding a herb in his hand and didn't hear clearly.

"The plague in the north." Meng Hun repeated.

Mr. Qian waved his hand and said, "You are talking about that. I heard about it."

"Is there a way to solve?"

"Nonsense, there definitely isn't one!" Old Qian glared at him, "I'm not a Golden Immortal. How can I cure a patient when I haven't even felt his pulse?"

Meng Hun sighed, "The plague seems to have spread to Lin'an..."

"What?!" Qian Lao screamed, not even noticing the herbs in his hand falling to the ground, "Are you serious?"

"What did I lie to you about?"

"This is impossible!"

"How is that impossible? You know about the plague in the north?" Meng Hun's eyes narrowed. "Old man, are you hiding something?"

Seeing that he could no longer hide the truth, Mr. Qian sighed heavily and told everything that had happened to him.

"Four months ago, I received a letter from a stranger via carrier pigeon. The letter said, 'There is a fear of plague in the North. Please help, my doctor.'

“I didn’t take it seriously and thought it was a prank by an enemy.

"Half a month later, I received another pigeon letter, which said 'Emergency in the North! Plague is raging!' I realized something was wrong and immediately sent my eldest disciple to check.

"Who would have thought that our eldest disciple had gone to the northern border and disappeared without a trace, and we couldn't get in touch with him.

"I was worried about my apprentice's safety, so I decided to set off for the North, but I was chased by evil people. Fortunately, I met you..."

Meng Hun raised his hand and pinched his brow, "You said before that they were bandits."

No wonder so many people tried to assassinate him in those days.

It turned out that the assassins were not coming for him, but to kill the old man! "If I don't say so, are you willing to take me with you?" Qian Lao said confidently, "Besides, how can you save your Jiaojiao without me?"

"…Let's continue talking about the Northern Plague."

Meng Hun didn't want to continue to dwell on these twists and turns. The poison and insect poison in Shen Jiaojiao really depended on Mr. Qian's medical skills.

"Hmph! Brat!" Old Qian held his head high and smiled proudly.

Meng Hun's brows were almost wrinkled into a "川" shape.

This old man was born to be his nemesis.

Who dares to be so arrogant in front of him?
"Since you know there is a plague in the north, why don't you go and take a look?" Meng Hun tried to get the topic back on track.

"It's not that I don't want to go, it's that if I run north I'll be chased and killed, I'm really scared!"

Mr. Qian had a bitter face and raised his hand to cover his heart.

"What if I get killed before I even reach the North?"

"...That makes sense." Meng Hun said.

"Don't worry. As a great doctor, I will not stand idly by." Elder Qian acted as if he understood the bigger picture. "It's just that Miss Shen's body hasn't recovered yet. I need to wait a little longer..."

Before Mr. Qian could finish his words, Meng Hun decisively took over.

"it is good."

What does the people outside have to do with him?

Shen Jiaojiao's health is the most important.

Mr. Qian glanced at him and said, "Come with me tomorrow at noon and protect my safety."

"You mean, the poison in Jiaojiao's body can be removed tomorrow?"

A hint of surprise flashed across the man's eyes.

"Of course, it's just a little poison."

"Okay, I will protect your safety tomorrow." Meng Hun agreed.

Although Mr. Qian is a miracle doctor, there are no other experts around him. They want to use him as a shield.

Meng Hui thought more deeply——

The person who sent the letter to Mr. Qian by carrier pigeon and the person who stopped Mr. Qian were obviously not the same group.

The group of people who tried to stop Mr. Qian did not actually kill him. It seemed that they just wanted to scare Mr. Qian and make him give up going to the northern border.

Why is this?

Meng Hun raised this question.

Old Qian frowned and thought for a long time, then said uncertainly: "Are you afraid that I will die in the North?"

"...Haha." Meng Hun laughed dryly.

Why should he ask this old man who has no other skills except medical skills?

"What do you mean?!" Mr. Qian was angry.

"I guess there are two reasons. One is that he doesn't want you to go to the North to solve the plague. The person behind the scenes has big plans. He just wants to wait for the plague to rage!"

"The second reason is that the person behind the scenes doesn't want you to die. He himself can't solve the plague. If you die, where can he find a miracle doctor?"

Mr. Qian took a deep breath and said, "You mean, this plague was deliberately caused by someone?"

"Correct."

"Then...should I still do it tomorrow..."

Mr. Qian was afraid that the person behind the scenes would take action again.

"Mr. Qian, you must go out to see patients tomorrow. If those patients with typhoid fever and cough in Lin'an are really infected with the plague, the entire Great Zhou will fall!"

"I understand." Mr. Qian nodded, "Don't forget what happened tonight. You must sleep together."

Meng Hun nodded absentmindedly, with a hint of anxiety between his brows.

Storm is coming, and Great Summer will fall.

Who is actually behind this epidemic?
Is it the foreign countries outside the Great Zhou that are eyeing it covetously, or are they the princes who are coveting the throne?