"For those with serious illnesses, crush the silk ladle into powder first or moisten it with water to make juice for them to drink first."
Su Xiaolu told the medicine boy the method and arranged it in an orderly manner.
The little medicine boy nodded happily. "Yes, I'll arrange it now. I'll tell Master this good news. Everyone can be saved. That's great, that's great."
In the past few days, hundreds of people had died, and thousands of people had contracted the plague. Without the antidote, these people would all die in the end.
Now that they had the antidote, the lives of thousands of people could be saved.
And Su Xiaolu walking out well was the best proof.
On the sixth day after she contracted the plague, she found the antidote and everything started to develop in a good direction.
Su Xiaolu looked at Jin Wu and asked, "Where's my second brother?"
It was her sixth day of contracting the plague and time was running out.
