Chapter 147: Thief sneaking out at midnight

Qin Xiangnuan had no idea where the plague in Lotus Town had originated or how it was spreading. She could only rely on simple judgment to draft a mild prescription. She first brewed some defensive medicinal soup and gave it to the General's Mansion and Jiang Lin's secret guards. Soon, a strong medicinal smell wafted from the kitchen. Old Hao passed by the courtyard, put his face close to the pot, took a deep breath, and said with an unbearable expression, "It's this smell. I used to smell it often when the doctor next door brewed it. It was so unbearable."

"Good medicine tastes bitter, but it is useful." Qin Xiangnuan didn't even raise her head, just stirred it with a wooden stick until the medicine soup became thick, then nodded to Jiang Lin, indicating that he should reduce the heat.

Old Hao was scolded, but he was not angry. He just turned around and brought back a pile of soup bowls, and clumsily placed them next to Qin Xiangnuan, trying to fill them for her. He moved swiftly, but his face was a little gloomy, and he spoke in a very muffled voice: "In the past, my wife also often drank soup medicine. She was not in good health, often coughed up blood, and could not sleep at night. I worked hard for others, hoping to earn some money and take her to the capital to see a doctor, but she felt sorry for me. She always secretly searched for the few copper coins at home and hid them. She did not allow me to go to the doctor and told me that the doctors were all mediocre and could not cure her illness."

"I've consulted three or four doctors, and each of them prescribed a different prescription. She drank decoctions of medicine, and the house was filled with the smell of medicine. She vomited after eating, and ate again after vomiting, but she refused to let me worry. She just pretended to be better. Every day when I asked about it, she would say she was fine." Old Hao's eyes were red, and his voice sounded a little choked. "Later..." I'm afraid there was no later. Qin Xiangnuan looked at him. She didn't expect that Old Hao had such an experience. She carefully considered her tone and wanted to comfort him, but couldn't find the right words.

Old Hao felt that their emotions were also affected by him, and he looked up hurriedly, returning to his cheerful and indifferent attitude, "But my wife is virtuous and left me a lot of money. It's my fault, I spent it all on drinking, so now I am penniless. I asked a friend to find me a job in the government office, and the monthly salary is barely enough for me to drink." He picked up the medicine bowl, without asking what was in it, he just took a deep breath and drank it down with the bowl, swallowing all the medicine residue.

"When I boiled the medicine for my wife, the doctor always said that it had to be drunk while hot for it to work. I'm afraid of dying, and I was afraid that if I died too early, my wife would scold me. Before I left, I promised her that I would live well." Old Hao looked at the other bowls of soup, his tongue burning so much that he couldn't speak. "This tastes authentic, it's so bitter! But maybe it's because I haven't had it in a long time, I still find it a little sweet. It seems that the young master's medical skills are superb." He looked at the pot of black medicine and said lightly, "If I had met you then, it would have been great."

Qin Xiangnuan listened to Lao Hao's description and concluded that his wife's illness was likely a lung problem. If it had been discovered and treated earlier, she might have had a long life ahead of her.

But now it's all over. After finishing his drink, Lao Hao tightened the scarf covering his mouth, strode out, turned around and said in a hoarse voice: "I'll go call them over!" Qin Xiangnuan nodded, staring at the empty bowl in a daze. Jiang Lin looked at her like this, "Are you feeling sorry for him?"

"No, I just feel that life is not easy."

Qin Xiangnuan shook her head in denial and went back to rest. Jiang Lin was in charge of watching everyone finish the medicine. It was late at night in Lotus Town, with stars dotting the sky. Everyone went back to their rooms, leaving a few officials on night watch outside. After a long journey and exhaustion, Qin Xiangnuan should have been sleeping soundly, but she felt uneasy and tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep. She sat up suddenly, opened the window, looked at the bright full moon outside, rummaged through the clothes beside her, put them on, walked out of the room, and headed towards the storeroom in the backyard.

If we encounter disaster victims in serious situations tomorrow, I think we will still have to use the spiritual spring water in the space.

Qin Xiangnuan thought about it and prepared to go to the warehouse to find a container and go back to get some. But as she approached the warehouse, she heard unusual footsteps and rustling sounds inside. "So much rice! Hurry up and get it!" Hearing this, Qin Xiangnuan's eyes immediately lit up. She pulled out the whip from her waist, kicked open the warehouse door and rushed in. From the sound of the voices, she was able to determine the location of the people, and she used the whip to sweep the two skinny figures to the ground.

The filthy victim fell facedown to the ground, rubbing his bony body before standing up with a grin on his face. His mouth was still stuffed with raw rice, his eyes filled with cunning and greed. "Master Qin! What happened?" The officers heard the noise and ran over. They were also startled to see the victims sneaking in, and hurried over to hold them down. "Master Qin, we were clearly on patrol, but no one came in!" Afraid that Qin Xiangnuan would blame them, they explained in frustration, their hands tightening as they held the victims.

"Ha! You blind bastards, you think you can control us? I'm not afraid to tell you, this house has a lot of dog holes and loose bricks! Do you know?" The man knew he was caught, so he simply sat cross-legged on the ground, staring at Qin Xiangnuan and said, "Even wealthy families, why would they buy such a big house? When they die of illness, they'll just be a handful of dust! Such a huge house, but no one knows where they came from. It's really pitiful, bah..." Seeing the confident way he spoke, Qin Xiangnuan narrowed her eyes and asked, "What's your name?"

"I will always keep my name, Jia San!"

He raised his thumb and pointed at himself, "Go out and ask around, who in Lianhua Town doesn't know me?" Qin Xiangnuan looked at the disaster victims next to her and winked at the officers, asking them to let them go for now. Qin Xiangnuan had a handkerchief on her face and gloves she had taken out from the space on her hands. She walked in front of Jia San and put her hands on his wrists. Seeing her like this, Jia San was a little annoyed and wanted to shake her off, "What are you going to do? I'm not like those sick people out there. I don't have any disease! You can kill me or cut me up, it's up to you, you..."

"Don't move!" The officer saw Qin Xiangnuan squatting down and immediately grabbed Jia San's hands, preventing him from moving.

Qin Xiangnuan pointed at his left arm, looked up and gestured, "Let go of this, I can't feel your pulse." The officer opened his mouth wide when he heard it, and when he came to his senses, he quickly let go and stared at the side in embarrassment. He really didn't expect that he took the initiative to help and ended up causing more trouble.