"Oh...tsk tsk tsk..." Jiang Tian sneered, "Truly fearless in the face of death, you have guts."

Jiang Tian gave a thumbs-up to the people from the Yang family.

"Guards!" Jiang Tian waved to the Imperial Guards not far away. "These people from the Yang family have backbone. Break their bones."

A dozen or so Imperial Guards dressed in flying fish robes and with embroidered spring knives at their waists rushed over quickly.

"My lord..."

“Skin the head of the Yang family to death and hang his skin at the city gate.” Jiang Tian walked up to the head of the Yang family. “The head of the Yang family is a little fat, so skinning him should be easier.”

Jiang Tian drew his sword from his waist and placed it on Yang Delin's head.

Yang Delin was so frightened that he shrank back.

“Patriarch Yang,” Jiang Tian said coldly, “I will cut open your scalp with this knife, then stick my fingers in and slowly peel the skin off.”

"If the executioner's knife skills are decent, you'll suffer less. You'll probably die in thirty to fifty days."

If the executioner's knife skills are lacking, then it'll be troublesome; he might cut open the skin, and while peeling it away, he might tear the skin further.

"Then we'll have to peel it again."

"That way, you'll suffer more."

"However, I know that the head of the Yang family is a tough man with an iron will and is not afraid of these severe tortures."

Jiang Tian recounted the skinning process to Yang Delin, the head of the Yang family, as if they were having a casual chat.

Yang Delin suddenly felt a wave of palpitations.

“Don’t worry,” Jiang Tian said, looking at the rest of the Yang family. “You’re all better off. Everyone can enjoy this. I have two basic ways to die: skinning the daylily and slow slicing.”

"Of course, whatever you want to try—cutting in half at the waist, dismembering by five horses, sandalwood torture… I can make that happen."

The Yang family was completely at a loss.

"Men, tie up the head of the Yang family. I want to skin him alive myself."

Yang Delin was so frightened that he quickly shouted, "Don't kill me! I'll carry you, I'll carry you, okay?"

Yang Delin quickly ran to the carriage carrying the body and jumped on.

With great effort, he carried a somewhat decomposed corpse on his back.

"Patriarch..." Everyone looked on, unsure of what to do.

"What family head... Damn it, if you want to live, do as they ask."

“Patriarch, we are the Yang family of Hongnong. Our Yang family has been passed down for ten thousand years. When have we ever suffered such disgrace?”

"Patriarch, we may lose our heads and shed our blood, but we cannot lose the spirit of the Yang family."

"Master, we can't do this..."

Many members of the Yang family stood there wailing and crying.

Jiang Tian couldn't help but laugh when he saw how hypocritical these guys were.

"Guards! Take all those who don't want to carry the corpse over here and skin them alive right now. Don't waste a moment."

Before Jiang Tian finished speaking, the Yang family members rushed to the dozen or so carriages transporting corpses. Each of them carried a rotting corpse on their back, vomiting as they went.

It was incredibly ridiculous and laughable.

“You people, move all those hundreds of corpses from this carriage to the courtyard. Our men will be watching you around the clock.”

"Place these five hundred corpses in every corner of the yard. Anyone who dares to move a corpse will be skinned alive."

"Yes..." The people of the Yang family were all trembling with fear. They were all vomiting profusely, but not one of them dared to disobey Jiang Tian's orders.

Jiang Tian glanced at the Imperial Guards: "Do as I said, keep a close eye on the Yang family."

"Anyone who lets the Yang family members escape will be executed by cannon fire."

"promise……"

The members of the Yang family, suppressing their nausea, carried the rotting corpses off the carriage one by one.

Following the instructions of the Embroidered Uniform Guard, they placed all the corpses in the courtyard.

The stench instantly filled the courtyard.

Flies buzzed around in front of the corpses.

Even from the street, one could smell the pungent stench emanating from the Yang family mansion.

It took the Yang family of over 1,000 people several hours to move all the corpses from the carriages.

"Go and check every room and the courtyard. Place corpses there, and make sure the plague spreads to every single person in their family." Bai Qi glanced at Lu Wentong.

Lu Wentong nodded repeatedly: "Don't worry, General Bai, our Embroidered Uniform Guard is keeping a close eye on the Yang family at all times."

They also have members of our Embroidered Uniform Guard in the Yang family.

The people outside were thrilled when they saw this.

They finally witnessed that Yang was completely subdued in front of Jiang Tian.

…………

Imperial Medical Academy.

Li Shizhen mobilized all the imperial physicians.

In addition, they employed thousands of apprentices.

These apprentices worked day and night to brew the medicine.

Li Shizhen was so busy he barely had time to breathe.

He not only had to participate in preparing the medicine, but also had to go deep into the community to find out about the people's illnesses.

Fortunately, Jiang Tian has mobilized more than 20,000 people, who have gone deep into the grassroots.

More than 500 people entered the various lime kilns.

More than a dozen lime kilns near the capital were burning lime day and night.

Once the lime is successfully burned, large trucks will transport the burned quicklime away.

The people initially resisted the quicklime.

To these people, the quicklime was white.

Only the dead use white things.

They believed that scattering quicklime in the house was very unlucky.

However, in every village, there were families who stopped the plague from spreading by spreading quicklime.

Only then did these people realize how important it was to sprinkle quicklime in their homes for disinfection.

People went from initially resisting quicklime to gradually accepting it, and then to being so eager to use it that they disinfected their homes every day.

The plague was brought under control at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Jiang Tian entered the Imperial Hospital.

Li Shizhen and his apprentices were busy preparing and decocting medicine, and they didn't even see Jiang Tian arrive.

The imperial physician standing nearby offered a reminder.

Li Shizhen slowly raised his head.

Jiang Tian saw that Li Shizhen looked exhausted and felt a pang of sympathy: "Physician Li, there are some things you don't need to do yourself. You can leave these things to the people below."

Li Shizhen shook his head: "My lord, these are all life-saving medicines, I dare not be careless in the slightest."

The damage caused by this plague is far too severe; it must be brought under control quickly.

"Some medicinal herbs must be tasted by me personally, otherwise their medicinal effects will not be sufficient."

Jiang Tian nodded: "What else do you need, Physician Li? Just tell me, and I will do my best to meet your needs."

“We don’t need it for now. I estimate we’ve used up all these medicines. The plague among the people is under control.” Li Shizhen picked up a piece of linen that had turned slightly yellow and wiped the sweat from his forehead.