Chapter 120 The Prime Minister’s Mother 60

Yang Qinghun is really wronged.

Yang Qingzhuo was also a little embarrassed at this time. It was actually because his junior brother was too rebellious before, so he came up with this guess, but it turns out that he is not now, which is embarrassing.

Yang Qingzhuo coughed twice and pretended to be calm and started to say:

"This disease spreads very fast. I should have been infected by now, and you should have been infected after staying with me for a while. For our own sake and for the sake of the people in the world, we must quickly develop an antidote."

Yang Qinghun nodded honestly and began to help his senior sister prepare the medicinal materials.

Now all the senior officials in the imperial court are panicking. All the senior officials are infected, even the emperor is infected. If an antidote cannot be found, the entire imperial court will collapse.

When the emperor heard the news, he quickly ordered the collection of medicinal materials, sent everyone out to carry out the order, and then quickly announced that all the imperial doctors would come to diagnose his pulse.

After all the imperial doctors had finished their examination, everyone discussed it, but still reported to the emperor that there was no problem, let alone any disease.

The emperor angrily threw all the papers on the table to the ground with a wave of his hand and scattered them all over the floor. After calming down, he could only hope that the disciples of the miracle doctor could study it and get all the imperial doctors out.

What a bunch of rubbish, they just raised a bunch of rubbish! The emperor slapped his dragon case hard.

Although the other ministers appeared calm on the surface and quickly carried out the emperor's instructions, they were still panicking in their hearts. No matter how old foxes they were, they were still a little scared under the threat of their lives. Tongtong used all his connections to start collecting medicinal materials.

Sent to Mingyue Mansion.

Suddenly, all the hopes of everyone in the capital were focused on Yang Qingzhuo.

The epidemic in Xiaoyue County, Hengzhou is becoming more and more serious, and more and more people are showing symptoms. It has now spread to the entire county and will spread to other counties and even other states.

After receiving the news, the emperors of Chu and Zhao quickly issued orders to block the borders across the country and kill anyone who crossed the border without mercy.

Even the barbarians in northern Xinjiang have blocked the border, directly interrupted border transactions, and set up layers of checkpoints. Anyone who gets close can shoot and kill everyone.

At this time, Mingyue was lying on her bed, rummaging through the items in the system mall, searching for the specified content, the antidote to the Snowflake Virus.

All kinds of antidotes immediately popped up, and there were so many of them.

Some are expensive, some are cheap. Mingyue flipped through page after page, hoping to find the antidote to the snowflake virus made from medicinal materials. If this research progress is followed, after everyone is dead, maybe there will be some antidote for the snowflake virus.

Can't get it out.

This is a virus that spans the ages. Sometimes I have found a few prescriptions, but the medicinal materials used in those prescriptions are really precious, and there are not that many precious medicinal materials at all.

I have no choice but to continue scrolling down, hoping to find alternative and cheap medicinal materials so that everyone can be cured.

Finally, the moon turned from afternoon to night, and I finally found a recipe with relatively common medicinal ingredients, but a particularly troublesome and complicated procedure.

Although the procedure for this recipe is extremely complex and troublesome, the cost is low! Mingyue couldn't help but swallow her saliva when she saw the price, which was 20,000 merit points or faith points.

Mingyue called the system in her heart: "System! Why is the antidote to the Snowflake Virus so expensive?"

[Host! Snowflake virus is a cross-era virus. The current plane is in the ancient plane. It is good to have such a recipe, so the price is correspondingly more expensive. In different eras, in the system mall

The prices are also different.

Just like the one hundred cubic meters of storage space you purchased, it would be sold for one thousand faith points or merit points in your original world, but if you go to a higher level of immortal cultivation, you may only need ten faith points or merit points, and the price is

relatively.】

Mingyue was about to roll her eyes at this time. Why didn't you tell me earlier? But after thinking about it, she urgently needed this storage space, and if she went to a higher level of cultivation, she didn't know when! Maybe she would have to do a lot of things.

Thousands of tasks later.

What could be done about this? Mingyue had no choice but to grit her teeth and redeem the prescription.

Woo woo woo...

It’s so expensive! You can only earn more than 30,000 merit points if you work hard in the world. 20,000 merit points or faith points are two life-saving talismans!

But what can you do if you don’t redeem it? Will you finish playing it all?

Mingyue thought about how many people could be saved after this prescription came into effect. Maybe she would be able to fill this gap by then. Mingyue was a little unsure.

Now that this recipe and production method have been redeemed, how should I send it to the master?

Family recipe? This is not a joke.

Did you research it yourself? This is even more ridiculous. I am just a fool and only know the basics.

Someone sent it? You can have this. Just say that as soon as you woke up, a prescription appeared on the table and it was written that it was the antidote to the epidemic. That’s it. As for who sent it, I don’t know!

Not bad! Not bad! This method is very good, and the spread of the Snowflake Virus is already very serious now, and it cannot be more serious. If it is allowed to continue, all the high-level officials of the imperial court will die, and the entire people of the Jiang Dynasty will be killed.

They might all die.

Thinking of this, Mingyue felt relieved. She took a bath, slept and ate as usual. She put the prescription on her dressing table and went straight to bed. Tomorrow she would tell her that a mysterious person had put it on her desk.

I am so smart, so give yourself a thumbs up for your intelligence.

Mingyue was sleeping peacefully, while Yang Qingzhuo and his sister lit the kerosene lamp and worked hard until two in the morning, and then went back to sleep exhausted.

As for the experimental subject! Of course it was poor little Yang Qinghun. Two hours after entering Mingyue Mansion, Yang Qinghun successfully had the pulse of the epidemic.

So he was reduced to a pitiful experimental subject. As for why he didn't find other people, it was of course because other people didn't have the medical knowledge of Yang Qinghun and couldn't accurately describe the situation.

Just like this, when no one was in the mood to sleep, Mingyue slept like a pig, unshakable.

Another morning, when the warm sunshine shone into the house, it was already seven o'clock in the morning.

At this time, the alarm clock rings, and Mingyue doesn't dare to stay in bed anymore. How many lives are at stake, and someone might die every moment.

After packing himself up, he took the prescription and went straight to the pharmacy. Sister Yang Qingzhuo had already gotten up and continued to fight.

The door was still closed, and Mingyue didn't care about anything else. She stepped through the door quickly without closing the door, and ran directly to her master. The two of them were concentrating on preparing a basic relief medicine when they suddenly heard someone pushing.

Open the door.

Yang Qingzhuo frowned, turned his head and saw the bright moon running towards him.
Chapter completed!