Secret Service Princess: The Cold Prince’s Black Belly Wife

Seeing the look of the medics, she sighed helplessly in the bottom of her heart, shook her head, and said lightly, "Although it is worse than I thought, but it's okay, I will prescribe a recipe in a while, you fry Then, give it to them, and then I will prescribe a topical formula. I will write the usage method clearly. You can just follow the instructions above. "

"Yes, yes, I will obey." The medics nodded immediately as they heard the words. The tight nerves relaxed at this moment, and a smile appeared on everyone's face.

"But you still have to find the source of the disease, otherwise there will be no cure, and more people will be infected." Leng Yetong frowned, and said lightly, there was a sorrow and fierceness between the eyebrows, which was obviously artificial. If it was King Wei, then it would not be enough for him to die a thousand times. If he is so unscrupulous, he will kill people. If such a person becomes the new emperor, will the people of Tianfeng have a good life? Take a deep breath, calm down, and exhort, "Be sure to disinfect these soldiers who take care of the patient, so as not to get sick, if anyone is uncomfortable, report it immediately."

"Yes, I wait to understand." The medics nodded again and again, respectfully. Leng Ye hit his eyebrows, lowered his head and thought for a moment, and lightly ordered Xiyan, "Go and get me a men's clothing, and I'll see the general now."

"Yes, son." Xi Yan responded respectfully, without the pride of those medic soldiers, and bowed his head, which was a whole-hearted surrender. Leng Yetong raised her eyes and looked around the military camp. The sorrow in her eyebrows only increased. She lowered her head for a moment, raised her feet, and walked toward the general camp account.

In the general's camp, Leng Ye sat anxiously in front of the book case, flipping through the literature, and his faster and faster movements confirmed his upset at the moment, sweeping it hard and sweeping everything on the book case. They all fell to the ground, eyes squinting, sitting in a chair and pouting without saying a word.

"Why, I'm so upset?" Leng Yetong opened the barracks of the military camp, looked down at the books scattered on his feet, leaned over, picked up a few pages, and walked to the front of the book case, said quietly. "The book is for reading, not for throwing. I have thought of a solution to your problem. Now let me talk about my problem."

"You have restrained the illness of our army?" Leng Yeran was a little stunned. Although she knew the ability of Leng Yetong, she still couldn't believe it. The problems that plagued the medics for more than half a month were captured by her, and it was easily solved Already.

"Otherwise? Are you doubting my ability?" Leng Yetong rolled her eyes, found a chair, and pulled over to sit down. She raised a pen and wrote a recipe on rice paper, and said quietly, "Your question Now that I have promised, there must be a way to solve it. After a while, you can find a few people who can trust me to go to the city to grab the medicine, and then one of them will drink it, and the other is for external use. Which one should be used? How I use it, I will write clearly on it, you can let people do it. "

"Well, that's okay." Leng Yeran nodded slightly, and the suspended mind was temporarily put down. Now that she has a good idea, he would like to see it happen, and then think of something, and asked quickly, "Where have you been these days? Why is there no trace with Grandpa? Grandpa? "