Chapter 1031: All Kinds of Life

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Qi Le was walking in the town, listening to the howls from every household on the street.

Every now and then someone was covered with a white cloth and carried out of the house.

Even if it was just a trial, it was terrifyingly real.

The grief and silence that pervaded the whole town could not be faked.

"Even if what I did was just a drop in the bucket, it could be considered to have done my part."

Qi Le walked to the street, stood still, and made a decision.

Lang Zhong distinguishes medicinal materials, diagnoses the pulse and prescribes prescriptions.

In the face of the plague, Qi Le, as a man in the middle, can only do his best to collect medicinal materials, and then diagnose and treat patients.

After all, it is difficult for a clever woman to cook without rice.

If you want to treat a disease, you only know how to treat it, and it is useless without medicinal materials.

However, even if Qi Le wanted to do good deeds, those pharmacists were probably not willing to give away the medicinal materials for free.

In the process, Qi Le has been gratefully received by the families of these patients.

He has also been attacked and abused because of his incompetence.

But Qi Le always followed his own heart, the heart of a husband.

Healing, saving lives.

Go up the mountain to collect herbs during the day.

In the evening, he diagnoses the pulse of the person and prescribes the medicine.

In this trial, Qi Le's whole body was sealed, and his physical quality was just that of a strong ordinary person.

Less than four hours of rest per day.

The pulse diagnosis that exhausts the brain every night.

Coupled with the hard work of going up the mountain to collect herbs every day, Qi Le's body soon became unbearable.

No matter how you say it here, it is just an ordinary world without great power.

Ordinary people's bodies cannot withstand such a powerful wear and tear.

But Qi Le still did not give up his good deeds.

Fight this plague with your own modest power.

During this period, whether it was gratitude and praise, or attack and slander, Qi Le didn't care, just did what he wanted to do.

No regrets.

I don't know how long this kind of good deeds have been carried out, and the plague seems to gradually subside.

The number of funerals was much less, and the voices of sorrow and joy were also much less.

But Qi Le also fell ill because of long-term overwork, and when he sent away the last patient, he collapsed.

"Ordinary people's bodies are still too weak."

Qi Le leaned against the wall, and the scene in front of him became a little blurry.

Recalling what he has experienced these days, Qi Le seems to have a clear understanding in his heart.

The world is full of states.

In the face of death, human emotions seem to be most truly presented.

Fear, sadness, despair, grief.

The misery of the poor, the struggle of the rich for power.

The joy after being cured, and the anger that appears because of the inability of Langzhong.

The joys, sorrows and sorrows seemed to be clearly revealed.

"So, is this trial over?"

The scene in front of him seemed to be getting blurry.

Qi Le breathed slowly and asked aloud in his mind.

However, with a flash of white light, the memory of Lang Zhong in Qi Le's mind was deleted, leaving only his insights in that small town.

Immediately afterwards, Qi Le's eyes darkened.

When he opened his eyes again, Qi Le appeared in that familiar blank space without many good memories.

However, this time there was no beeping sound.

After waiting for a long time, the system's voice sounded in Qi Le's mind.

System: "Host, in fact, this trial mission should let you experience all kinds of life, and you probably still need to experience the life of thirty or forty characters."

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