After rebirth, my wife just wants to be a widow

Sun Qiuwei deliberately poisoned the rice with the owner of Mihang, causing countless people to lose their lives and tearing apart many families.

She yelled for a long time, and when she was almost unable to hold on any longer, she finally saw the tall and tall figure outside the cell.

She grabbed the ground with both hands and used the strength of her shoulders to move towards Lu Yan step by step.

"Master Lu, I will tell you the prescription." A hoarse voice came out of her throat, "Please, for the sake of past kindness, please save me."

"Say." Lu Yan said.

Sun Qiuwei had been tortured to the point of death, and she did not realize that Lu Yan only asked her to reveal the prescription, but did not respond to her request.

"Fangfeng, cicada slough, atractylodes, rehmannia glutinosa, rehmannia glutinosa, angelica, nepeta..."

After struggling to recite the prescription in his mind, Sun Qiu let out a breath.

Not long after, the sound of footsteps came closer and closer.

The jailer brought a bowl of dark medicine and placed it in front of her.

Sun Qiuwei's eyes suddenly lit up, and he didn't care that the concoction had not yet cooled down. He picked up the bowl and drank heavily.

After taking the medicine, she felt much better, and the itching all over her body finally stopped tormenting her.

Seeing her drink it without hesitation.

The jailer couldn't help but spit, turned around and left in a hurry.

Sun Qiuwei thought that Lu Yan really meant what he said and promised to let her go. Little did she know that Lu Yan had someone bring her the bowl of soup just to make sure that the antidote was really effective.

After hearing the jailer's report, Lu Yan immediately ordered people to cook the medicine on a large scale.

Bowls of concoctions were served to the people who were so tortured by the disease that they were transformed into human beings. Some could not bear the pain and even wanted to bite their tongues to commit suicide. The doctors had no choice but to tie their mouths with cloth strips.

"Here comes the medicine!"

"As long as you drink this medicine, your illness will be cured."

The doctor was holding the medicine bowl, only to find that the patient's mouth on the bed was still tied by himself. He quickly removed the cloth and brought the medicine bowl to his mouth.

The man moved his cheeks and drank the bitter medicinal soup numbly.

Having been tortured by the disease for so long, he had long given up hope of living.

It was the doctor who persuaded him in his ears every day, saying that the prescription would be available soon, and he must stick to it.

Strange to say, I drank a bowl of soup and medicine.

The itching that tortured him seemed to have really eased a lot. Even though he could still feel pain in his body, he felt much more comfortable than before.

"Doctor...doctor!" The man wanted to grab the doctor who was giving him medicine, but he was afraid of infecting others, so he timidly withdrew his hand.

The person who gave him medicine was a young man who had just entered the industry.

This time when he heard about the plague in Zhoucheng, he followed his master and rushed in without hesitation.

But when he saw so many patients with ulcers all over their bodies, his legs became weak.

After these days of training, he was finally able to help these people take medicine and bandage without changing their expression.

Looking at the skinny hand that was too timid to touch his own, the young doctor took hold of it.

"Don't be afraid, the medicine is here and you will get better!"

A tear slipped out of the corner of the patient's eye.

This time, his tears were no longer due to pain.

He spoke with difficulty, using all his strength to say something.

The young doctor lowered his head and brought it to his lips before he heard those two words clearly.

"thanks……"

Thank you, the most heroic rebel.

A trace of surprise flashed across the young doctor's face. He didn't expect that this dying patient tried his best to say a word of thanks to him.

The doctor is kind.

At that moment, he felt his mission as a doctor.

Years later, when he became a famous doctor, he would often tell his disciples about this incident.

The little guys flashed envious eyes and said that if they encountered such a situation in the future, they would definitely treat others like the master without hesitation.

This is the meaning of passing on the fire from generation to generation.

Speaking of which, Sun Qiuwei was lying in the dungeon.

The strange itch on her body disappeared, making her feel relaxed and happy just lying in the dungeon.

But not long after she relaxed, the jailer brought her another bowl of dark medicinal soup.

Because of his previous experience, Sun Qiuwei did not doubt him, thinking it was still the same decoction from before, and drank it without hesitation.

She forgot that even though she told them about the antidote, how many people had died tragically in the city because of her.

How could Lu Yan spare her so lightly?

After drinking this bowl of soup, the familiar itching crawled out from the cracks in the bones and quickly spread to all the limbs.

"Save me, save me!"

"Master Lu, where are you?"

"Didn't you say you would let me go?"

Sun Qiuwei kept twisting on the ground. I don't know how long it had passed, but the tenacity she was most proud of was tortured away.

Really unable to bear the torture, she took a deep breath and was about to hit the wall.

In the darkness, a strong force grabbed her body.

The jailer's hateful voice sounded, "Do you want to die like this?

snort!

This is too cheap for you! "

His family members all died in this catastrophe, but he survived by luck because he stuck to his post in the government office and did not come into contact with the poisonous rice.

Now that he is facing this culprit, how can he not hate him?

Master Lu asked him to keep an eye on Sun Qiuwei and prevent her from committing suicide.

He stood in the darkness, staring at Sun Qiuwei without blinking.

Seeing her struggling in pain, I couldn't help but want to step forward and kick her a few more times.

"You, a servant, I am a first-class palace maid, how could you touch me with such dirty hands!" Sun Qiuwei regained some clarity and spoke with a condescending attitude, "Hurry up and call Mr. Lu over, tell me I want to tell him a secret about General Lu."

After hearing this, the jailer hesitated for a moment, quickly trapped Sun Qiuwei with his hands and feet to prevent her from committing suicide, and then hurriedly ran out.

He ran around the government office but didn't see Mr. Lu. After asking, he found out that Lu Yan had brought people to visit the patients.

"What's wrong?

Why are you sweating profusely while running, but what happened? "

A gentle female voice came from behind.

The jailer turned around and saw Shen Ruoyan walking towards him, then realized that he had actually entered the backyard.

He glanced at Shen Ruoyan hastily, and his cheeks, which were already hot from running in a hurry to find someone, turned even redder.

Mrs. Lu is really as beautiful as a fairy.

I wonder how cute the babies born from these two fairy-like figures will be in the future.

Shen Ruoyan walked up to him and recognized him from his clothes as the jailer in the dungeon. She thought it was Sun Qiuwei who had caused trouble again and asked nervously: "Why are you so panicked? Is it from the dungeon?" What's wrong with that one?"