Chapter 93 Chu Hean is a hopeless case

The makeshift medical tent was simple but tidy. Jiang Qingyue washed her hands, motioned Yuxiao to put the medicine box on the table, and then began to see the patient.

The first patient was a boy about six years old, who was supported by his mother and walked with an abnormal flush on his cheeks.

"How many days has he had a fever?"

Jiang Qingyue asked softly, placing her finger on the boy's pulse.

"It's been three days. At first, it was just a cough. Yesterday, I suddenly had a fever and coughed up blood..."

The woman's voice trembled and her rough hands tightly grasped the corner of her clothes.

Jiang Qingyue frowned slightly.

The child's pulse is floating, rapid and slippery, his tongue coating is yellow and greasy, and he has symptoms of coughing up blood. This does not seem to be an ordinary cold.

She opened the boy's eyelids and found them covered with tiny bleeding spots.

She frowned, suppressed her doubts and did not say anything.

"Yuxiao, take four he of the soup and add one qian of antelope horn powder."

Jiang Qingyue quickly wrote down the prescription and said to the woman, "Your son needs to be kept alone. This symptom may be contagious."

The woman's expression changed. "I don't want to be separated from my son!"

"He still needs someone to take care of him, you don't need to separate."

The woman then thanked him profusely and took her child to get the medicine.

Jiang Qingyue stared at the finger whose pulse she had just taken, thoughtfully.

Forget it, she took out a handkerchief soaked in medicinal wine and wiped her hands carefully.

The symptoms of the next few patients were surprisingly similar: high fever, coughing up blood, and splitting headache.

Jiang Qingyue's heart sank little by little.

When the fifth patient suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood in front of her, she stood up abruptly and overturned the teacup on the table.

"Yuxiao!" she lowered her voice. "Go and find out immediately how many more patients like this are in the camp."

Yuxiao left in a hurry, and Jiang Qingyue forced herself to remain calm and continued to treat the victims waiting in line.

Here, someone cut in line, pushed out the old man who was about to get his turn, and carried up the young man who was about to cough to death.

"Save him first, he's going to die."

There were some awkward words mixed in with the coughing.

Jiang Qingyue looked up and saw several men standing in front of her.

These people were wearing coarse linen clothes. The hardships of the past few days had made them skinny, but their eyes were the only ones that had deeper insights than those of ordinary people.

Look at their appearance...

Jiang Qingyue's heart tightened.

How come this appearance is so similar to those foreigners she saw in the northern border!

"Save him! Save him!"

If Jiang Qingyue still had doubts just now, then with this sentence, she could basically confirm that these people were indeed not from Daqi.

They are Gentiles.

But why were foreigners mixed in with the disaster-stricken people in Jizhou?

Suddenly, Jiang Qingyue seemed to realize something.

Jizhou is more than 300 miles away from Yanjing City. Even if these people want to escape the disaster, there is no need for them to come outside Yanjing City.

Therefore, they must have been instigated and driven here, but unexpectedly, some of the refugees were infected with the plague.

"Can you save me?"

The man spoke in a gruff voice and seemed to want to tear down the shed.

Jiang Qingyue calmed down again and examined them one by one.

When they heard that the most seriously ill patients would be isolated and placed in isolation, these people discussed for a moment, left one person to take care of them, and the rest returned to the other people.

Jiang Qingyue remained calm, but in fact she had already memorized their appearances.

She didn't dare to think about what these people's purpose was.

She just needs to fulfill her duties as a doctor, and leave the rest to Chu Hean.

Jiang Qingyue was present today, so Chu He stayed in the tent for a while pretending to be serious.

There was incense burning in the tent, so the smell wasn't too bad.

But it's really boring.

"Your Majesty."

A guard came hurriedly to report: "Miss Guo is waiting at the gate of the palace. She said she wants to see the prince. If the prince doesn't see her, she won't leave."

Chu Hean's face darkened.

Guo Jingyu has become more and more ignorant these days. She comes to the palace to find him every few days, and every time she talks about her pregnancy.

He was just playing around, but she dared to threaten him with the baby in her belly, dreaming of becoming his princess. It was simply wishful thinking.

Chu Hean's eyes darkened.

This child cannot be kept.

Before the chair had even warmed up, he stood up impatiently, opened the curtain, and rode away.

An hour passed, and Jiang Qingyue's record book was filled with similar descriptions of symptoms, and her wrist was slightly sore from constantly taking her pulse.

"Miss."

When Yuxiao returned, her face was pale. "I've inquired thoroughly, and there are at least thirty or forty people with these symptoms. Moreover... two people died this morning, and their bodies were just taken away."

Jiang Qingyue's fingers suddenly clenched the pen, and the ink splashed on her white cuffs like a drop of black blood.

She knew all too well what this meant.

This is not an ordinary cold, but a plague!

"Miss, should we return to the city and report immediately? We can't stay here any longer."

Jiang Qingyue slowly shook her head, her eyes fixed on the crowd queuing outside the medical tent.

Those cloudy eyes were full of hope, as if she was a savior sent from heaven.

If she left now, the plague would soon sweep through the entire refugee camp, and then the city of Yanjing.

"I can't leave."

She heard her own voice sound terribly calm.

"Where's the Seventh Prince? Go find him quickly. This matter must be reported to the court."

Yuxiao took the order and left, while Jiang Qingyue picked up a pen and wrote two letters.

After a while, Yuxiao came back, but her face was pale.

"The Seventh Prince left a long time ago. I heard he either doesn't show up for four or five days, or only stays for a short while when he does."

Jiang Qingyue was filled with resentment.

Chu Hean is a hopeless case.

The court entrusted him with such an important matter, yet he dared to be so perfunctory.

This is Yanjing City, the capital of the emperor. If the plague spreads, the consequences will be unimaginable.

She took out the two letters she had just written from her sleeve and handed them to Yuxiao one by one.

"Yuxiao, ride back to the city immediately and give this letter to Shopkeeper Sun. And this one to Jiang Shouye. Remember, the letters can only be delivered to them in person."

The letter to Jiang Shouye simply mentioned things happening outside the city. He also had to be wary of those who didn't look like the common people of Daqi.

Jiang Shouye is a second-rank minister after all. This matter is of great importance and he knows what to do.

The letter to Shopkeeper Sun asked him to purchase as many medicinal herbs as possible in Yanjing City during this period.

In case of a shortage of medicinal materials, these can be used as an emergency measure.

If the plague spreads to the city of Yanjing, they can still protect themselves.

"But Miss, you are alone..."

"Hurry!" Jiang Qingyue raised her voice, a rare occurrence. "Every moment of delay increases the danger."

Yuxiao gritted her teeth and had to leave first.

Jiang Qingyue took a deep breath and took out a veil soaked in medicine and covered her face with it.

She washed her hands again and began to sort the herbs.

Bupleurum, Scutellaria, Coptis chinensis...

These heat-clearing and detoxifying medicines must be given priority to patients with severe symptoms.

When she was in the northern border, she encountered a plague. At that time, her master took care of everything, and she and her senior sister just helped out.

Now, she is alone.