Chapter 137 Plague

Lan Xin slowly opened her eyes, and the sense of weakness still filled her whole body.

She vaguely remembered that she had been treating the wounded since she came to the wounded camp. When she performed the holy light technique to a wounded soldier, a sense of weakness spread all over her body, and then she lost consciousness.

"You're awake..." Mo Gree's voice came from the side.

"What's wrong with Lan Xin..." Lan Xin asked weakly.

"Overtired," Mo Greed replied, "Really, why do you work so hard? Even those priests will take a break every once in a while. You should pay attention to your health, right?"

"However, Lan Xin saw those people, their injuries, their painful moans, and Lan Xin couldn't stop," Lan Xin whispered, "They need help."

"Now you too." Mo Qian sat by the bed with a bowl of hot soup in his hand. Mo Qian scooped a spoonful of hot soup, gently blew it twice, and then sent it to Lan Xin's mouth.

"Well, that Lan Xin thought..." Lan Xin struggled to sit up, but the sense of powerlessness spread all over her body.

"You don't have to think about anything, just need to open your mouth, ah--" Mo Grebe seems to be a parent who coaxed his child at this moment.

"No, Lan Xin wants to say..." Lan Xin said again.

"Don't say anything, drink soup obediently and then rest." Don't greedy continue to say.

Lan Xin seemed to be a little anxious and took a deep breath and said, "Lan Xin wants to ask if this is broth?"

"Hmm?" Mo was stunned for a moment and sighed helplessly. He said with an expression like 'the greedy kid found the candy hidden in the closet' and said, "If you found it, there's nothing you can do, but I won't tell you that this is a grouse that I took the risk of sneaking out of the barracks and looking for a long time in the wild. Chicken soup to win your favor. Of course, I will accept it if you are properly moved and thanked.

Lan Xin put her hands together in front of her chest, closed her eyes and whispered, "Lord, please forgive the man in front of you who is stained with blood and sin, and forgive him for defiling his soul for survival... Life sacrificed for this bowl of soup, may your soul rest in heaven, Amen..." /P>

Don't be greedy: "..."

After praying, Lan Xin reached out to take the bowl in Mo's hand and drank all the soup with a smile.

Don't be greedy: "............"

"It's really good, thank you," Lan Xin said with a soft smile when he returned the bowl to Mo Greed, "The body has also recovered. Next, let's continue to help those poor people..." With that, Lan Xin was about to get out of bed.

"Take a break. What should I do if I'm tired again?" Mo Greed and looked at Lan Xin and asked.

"It doesn't matter. If your health doesn't work, stick to it with faith and perseverance." Lan Xin smiled and said, "There is only one week. Lan Xin wants to help as many people as possible."

Mo Greed suddenly didn't want to stop Lan Xin. He felt that Lan Xin, who was usually shy, would only show his true self when he helped others wholeheartedly.

"Maybe as Margina said, her heart is as pure and kind as the light element she has..." Mo Gree thought with a faint smile.

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The wounded soldiers are still lying in the camp, and there is no empty bed, and it seems that there will be no empty bed.

"Please help me, priest, I still have a 3-year-old child, and my wife is still waiting for me..." A wounded soldier looked at Lan Xin with an expectant look and said, and suddenly he coughed violently: "Cough, cough, cough..." Unexpectedly, he coughed out a few mouthfuls of blood.

Lan Xin quickly checked the situation of the wounded soldier and found that his injury was not serious, but the injured soldier's face was very bad.

"What's going on?" Lan Xin said to herself strangely.

Another priest noticed the situation and came to check: "It's a plague!" This person was infected with the plague of the natural disaster army! Which fool brought him in? What if others are also infected with the plague? Carry it out quickly!"

Two soldiers ran in from outside the tent and carried the wounded soldier out.

"No, don't do this to me, save me! Please help me..." The wounded soldier looked at Lan Xin with pleading and desperate eyes, and then was carried out by the soldier.

Lanxin showed an unbearable look, but she knew very well that it was unwise to let people suffering from the plague stay with others, but Lanxin was unwilling to give up anyone easily. She ran to the priest and asked, "Did you give up on him like this?"

"We don't want to do this, but there's nothing we can do," the priest sighed helplessly and said, "Rogen grass has been used up."

"Rhizome?" Lanxin repeated puzzledly.

"A common herb, most injuries can't be used, but it has a miraculous effect on treating the plague of the Scourge Legion," the priest explained: "In the middle of the war, the efficacy of this herb was discovered, and then collected on a large scale, and then the threat of the Scourge Legion was reduced to us to a very low place. However, because of the huge consumption, the root grass in the wild was soon collected, but there was no plan to plant root grass before, so now the supply of root grass has been interrupted, but it only takes a few months to wait for the first batch of root grass to be collected.

"But that person can't wait for months." Lanxin said anxiously.

"I can only say I'm very sorry." The priest shook his head and said that he would not take a life in mind because he was used to life and death in the barracks. He had to save more lives.

With the discovery of a plague infected person, the priest also noticed the hidden danger in this area. After careful examination, more wounded soldiers infected with the plague were found and carried outside the empty space.

Lan Xin went outside the camp and looked at the painful groans and desperate curses of the wounded soldiers who were isolated on the open space. Suddenly, she nodded firmly, went back to pack up their backpacks and walked out.

"Where are you going?" At the door of the tent, Mo Greed and stopped Lan Xin and asked.

"Go to find root grass. Lan Xin can't let those people wait to die like that." Lan Xin said firmly.

"In addition to those infected with the plague, there are more wounded soldiers who need your help," Mo said calmly, "What will they do if you leave?"

"But aren't those infected with the plague too pitiful?" Lan Xin whispered.

Mo Cong took the backpack from Lanxin's hand: "This stronghold makes people feel too depressed. I'm about to go out for a walk. Maybe I will meet some gifts that can be brought to you in the wild." With that, Mo Gree turned around and walked out with his backpack on his back.

"But it's very dangerous outside!" Lan Xin said quickly.

"If you didn't think about this problem when you decided to go out just now, then this problem is not within my scope..." Mo waved greedily and left the stronghold.