At noon, the haze cleared and the sun shone.
Winter sunshine is not hot, but hanging in the sky can always bring a touch of hope.
Sun Simiao woke up after a long sleep. The first thing he saw was Wu Tong standing outside the door.
He hesitated in his throat, looked at the coming Wei''an body, pulled his mouth and smiled bitterly.
"Where is this? I''m still alive?"
Wu Tong''s face was shining with joy. He bent down and squatted by the bed.
"Doctor sun, this is the Marquis''s house."
"You have worked hard for the people all your life, saved the world and the people, and cut off the disease. You have spared no effort to travel to the territory of the Tang Dynasty, and I don''t know how many poor people have been cured. The accumulated merits and virtues have already been able to influence heaven. How dare the Lord of Yan accept you."
"Wait, I''ll call the Lord."
The hurried footsteps sounded, and then came Wu Tong''s yelling.
Sun Simiao looked at the ceiling and muttered.
"Well, well, I''ve survived and can live another year."
Tang Hao rubbed his sour eyes and reached out to Sun Simiao''s forehead.
There is no thermometer, only holding the back of the hand to make a rough estimation, and the temperature is still normal.
His physical cooling efforts are not in vain. Old man sun at least doesn''t burn now.
"You''re awake. You haven''t been cured yet. You''re well. You''ve been cutting and vaccinating yourself."
"Do you think you live too long, or do you try your life?"
"The sores haven''t been removed yet. If you have any problems, I''ll find a gold lettered signboard from there?"
On Sun Simiao''s pale old face, there was a smile. He was a little weak, but with relief.
"What gold lettered signboards, they are all compliments from others and have a false name."
"Although I can''t figure out what you call the fight between the two viruses, there''s no other way at present. The only way is to try your wonderful ideas."
"I have only one thing to ask for now. I will settle in the north. I will make a fool of myself when I am clear. If I get sick again and don''t wake up, you should study it. Otherwise, I won''t be able to live in peace."
A gentle knock on the door sounded, and the servant came in slowly with hot porridge.
"Hou ye, this is the porridge from the dining room."
"The miracle doctor has been in a coma for half a night and hasn''t eaten. Now drink while it''s hot."
Just now it was still a little hazy. At this time, Sun Simiao felt empty in his stomach, took the dishes and chopsticks, snored and ate.
Tang Hao watched Sun Simiao restore his appetite and his mind to Qingming. It didn''t matter much.
"You, don''t say those discouraged words all day. Eat and drink enough and nourish your spirit. The people of Chang''an still need you and me."
Between the words, the steward appeared at the door of the house with a letter.
"Lord, General Li brought a letter, saying it was written by his majesty."
After receiving the letterhead, the ink is still wet and there is still ink fragrance.
Tang Hao shook the letter in his hand, looked at Sun Simiao and handed it to him.
"Your Majesty gave it to you."
Sun Simiao put the corner of his mouth on the edge of the bowl, looked at the letter and slowly put down the bowl.
"Put it there. I can know what the letter will say without looking."
At this critical juncture, as the king of a country, writing to a doctor is not only praising, but also telling about the medicine man.
Sun Simiao was not interested in these. He listened and looked, and only thought about the next decision.
Wiping the corners of his mouth, Sun Simiao propped up and sat on the edge of the bed.
"Let''s go. From today on, I will eat and live with the prisoners."
"It''s a little strange. It''s better to know and treat it at the first time."
After walking in front of the gate of death, the old man was still so stubborn that Tang Hao smiled helplessly.
"Why do you need this? You might as well rest assured with me?"
Sun Simiao waved his head away.
"No, no, No."
"It''s the duty of a doctor to get out of the disease. As an official of the Tang Dynasty, if you concentrate on this disease, it will appear that we doctors are incompetent."
After saying that, we must hold on and stand up.
Wu Tong came forward and helped the thin figure.
The next second, he was pushed away by Sun Simiao.
"I''m a rotten man, and my condition has eased slightly. Don''t touch it, lest I get sick!"
Sun Simiao didn''t know about the vaccination persuaded by the Marquis house, and Tang Hao didn''t intend to tell him, so that the old man wouldn''t have to keep a pulse record every day.
The condemned prisoners were overjoyed when they saw that Sun Simiao''s condition was slowing down. They knew that Tang Hao had not deceived them, and their anxiety slowed down a lot.
Sun Simiao was not idle either. He took his pulse, inquired, checked the wound and was meticulous.
After confirming that there was no harm, the three prisoners held together and cried bitterly in case of amnesty.
After several years in prison, I finally have some hope at this moment.
One of the prisoners, with a shy face, looked at Tang Hao standing at the door smiling and speechless.
"Lord Hou, I haven''t touched a drop of wine in my three years. Can I ask for a glass of wine to celebrate?"
When people have a happy event, their energy and spirit are naturally sufficient.
Tang Hao sat down and ate two mouthfuls, talking and laughing.
The three prisoners were flattered to live with Sun Simiao, but three days passed before they got used to it.
Tang Hao and Sun Simiao carefully examined the scars on everyone''s arms before they let go.
The inflammation dissipated to ordinary people. The next thing is to let these people infect smallpox virus and verify Tang Hao''s plan.