Chapter 125

[Xi Zixing's Favorability +8]

[Xi Zixing's favorability +3]

[Total Favorability: 45]

In a daze, Qu Dubian vaguely heard this reminder.

Starting from the night, Xia Fuyang's favorability began to rise, and now it was Xi Zixing's turn.

He suspected that he was hallucinating due to the fever, and he forced himself to be alert and wanted to check out the simulator, but soon he was overwhelmed by unbearable fatigue.

After giving Doctor Yang and the others some encouragement in his heart, he fell into a coma again.

-

"Master Xi? Master Xi?"

Magistrate Hua was puzzled: "What's wrong with you?"

Xi Zixing suddenly came back to his senses and grabbed Magistrate Hua's wrist and asked, "Where did you get this rule for disaster prevention?"

He had an unusual look on his face. Magistrate Hua paused and unnoticeably pulled the manuscript of the rules out of his hand.

He laughed and said, "Well, I took it out from the Seventh Prince's belongings. He didn't even know what it was. When he gave it to me, he said he almost used paper to wipe his shoes."

It clearly meant that the Seventh Prince did not know the treasure, but it was this sentence that eliminated the last bit of hesitation in Xi Zixing's heart.

Shine your shoes?

Don’t understand anything?

It's just a way to coax children.

Although the Seventh Prince's education was not good, he had no problem understanding basic knowledge under the instruction of Grand Tutor Fang and his father. He was intelligent and not an illiterate playboy, so there was no reason why he could not recognize the importance of what was written in the rules.

Now, the label that the Seventh Prince is not well-educated has been slowly torn off in his mind.

Xi Zixing almost wanted to laugh.

He really didn't know whether he was blind or the Seventh Prince hid it too well.

For so many years, no one has discovered that under his playful and gluttonous appearance, he has real abilities that he doesn't want others to see.

Moreover, the handwriting on the manuscript was completely different from the style that the Seventh Prince usually wrote.

So he even writes in two fonts.

At the age of fourteen, he is intelligent, knowledgeable, and skilled in martial arts. Xi Zixing has known him for many years. The Seventh Prince has many minor flaws, but they are harmless. He knows his character very well.

As he counted the items one by one, Xi Zixing became completely motionless.

Magistrate Hua waved his hand in front of his eyes and said, "Are you really okay, sir? You look like uh..."

It's like a scene in a storybook where one suddenly discovers that the wife/husband is having an affair with another man or woman.

Xi Zixing: "My Lord, I have to leave for a while!"

Magistrate Hua was puzzled.

"Are all the people in the capital so weird now?"

Xi Zixing walked quickly towards the courtyard beside Qu Duan.

Before he had time to savor the joy and anger of discovering Mingzhu, he remembered that the Seventh Prince was still lying inside, having not yet survived the dangerous plague.

A basin of cold water was poured over his head.

Xi Zixing stopped outside the yard, panting, his eyes shining frighteningly.

Xia Fuyang felt puzzled: "What are you doing?"

Xi Zixing rolled his eyes: "You don't understand."

Now the Seventh Prince is the one with the highest score!

Xia Fuyang: "..."

-

Three days passed.

The development of the plague cure is progressing rapidly and most of it has been developed.

In order to save the lives of the patients first, the semi-finished prescriptions were boiled into medicinal soup in a large pot outside and distributed to the people. Those who were not sick drank it for prevention, and those who were sick drank it to slightly alleviate the symptoms.

However, even though they were moving very fast, many people still died.

They cried as their families left, and in their grief and despair, they felt resentment.

While waiting in line to get medicine, someone complained:

"It is said that there is a doctor from the capital who has excellent medical skills, but since a noble in the county government fell ill, he has never come out again."

"You are just treating the nobleman, why don't you come out to see us?"

"There are other doctors who rarely come out to treat him. The medicine they gave us was probably just what they had left."

The people around him hurriedly pulled him back and scolded him in a low voice: "What are you talking about! The government gave us free medicine, it's good enough to drink it. Be careful that the nobleman will get angry and not even give us these..."

"Yes... please keep your voice down. You are a noble in the capital, so you have a worse temper... If you don't drink, we still want to stay alive."

Some responded in a low voice, while others were cowardly and kept silent.

People were crowded together, and some children complained about the bitter medicine, which their parents forced them to drink while beating and scolding them.

Doctor Yang came back from the intensive care unit. On the way, he heard one or two things that made his eyes red and he was filled with anger.

Too bitter?

This semi-finished bitter medicine was made by him based on the Seventh Prince's pulse reaction after he drank so much medicine soup in the past three days!

It was bitter, but the Seventh Prince never said a word of bitterness because he no longer had the strength to speak.

The strange disease in his body remained almost unchanged in the later period. He was in a coma yesterday and didn't even eat a bite of food.

The Seventh Prince didn't care, but he couldn't help but care!

Doctor Yang was fanning the casserole in the small courtyard. The medicinal vapor inside was slowly rising. He muttered to himself, and the more he thought about it, the more suffocated he felt.

Finally, he stood up suddenly, turned his head and saw someone walking out of the room on the left.

Yi Twelve, with her hair untied and her face pale, was leaning against the door frame. It was unknown how long she had been standing there or how long she had been listening to him mutter.

Doctor Yang: "Ah! You finally woke up!"

There were two people lying in the small courtyard of Qu Duanbian, one was the unconscious Liu Liu, and the other was him who was sick in the main house.

Yi Twelve said in a hoarse voice: "Don't say it."

Doctor Yang was stunned: "But..."

Yi Twelve shook his head: "I'll go see His Highness."

He himself looked very weak, and Doctor Yang really didn't want to have another patient in the courtyard, "Sir, why don't you just forget it."

"fine."

Normally, one can only hold the breath for five or six minutes using internal energy. The secret guards have learned how to hold their breath and after special training, they can hold their breath for a long period of time.

Yi Twelve entered the house.

After entering, he dragged a small stool and sat beside the bed.

Qu Duanbian was still asleep.

Yi Twelve looked at him for a long time.

His memory stayed on the shout and threat he heard before he jumped into the water.

Although he felt weak after waking up, he felt relaxed. The toxins from three days of drunkenness had been completely eliminated, but his internal strength was still there.

It was His Highness who saved him.

When he was in a coma, he was not completely unconscious. After hearing the words His Highness said beside him, he struggled to wake up, but several days still passed.

Your Highness deliberately contracted the disease and made himself a drug tester.

Your Highness said something wrong. If he had not been unconscious at the time, he would not have stopped Your Highness, but he would have told everyone around Your Highness to stop it.

Yi Twelve whispered, "If you wake up, I will completely become yours from now on. Your life and death will be controlled by you alone."

[Yi Twelve Favorability +1]

[The favorability has reached 60, the strategy column has been removed, and the simulator will not be included in the statistics when the favorability is increased later]

He recalled the prince's angry cry before he fell into coma, and was a little worried that the prince would be angry and not want him.

Thinking of this possibility, Yi Twelve calmed down again. After being in a daze for a few seconds, he helped Qu Watanabe pull the quilt.

-

Famous doctors from neighboring counties came to the three disaster-stricken counties one after another.

The ashes of those who died from the plague were piled up into small hills and buried underground.

Even with everyone working together, they could only barely survive one day from contracting the disease, and three days before dying.

People are still dying in Le'an County.

Drinking the decoction can delay the symptoms a little, but everyone can vaguely feel that the decoction is not very useful.

The people are ignorant, but also sharp.

"Where's the doctor! Please, send a doctor! My mother is dying!" Geng Da, who had caused the trouble before, knelt in front of the county government office, at a loss.

He originally thought that he had no relatives anymore, but he didn't expect that his mother was still alive. But the bad news was that his mother also contracted the disease. She drank medicine to survive for a whole day, but now she can't even talk to him.

Geng Da kowtowed repeatedly: "I know the doctors are all in there! It's good if one of them comes out! It's good if one of them comes out! Sir——"

The county government office is closed.

Geng Daqiu went to the guard at the door and said, "Sir! Sir, I was wrong before. I shouldn't have brought people to steal food. I was wrong. Please go in and tell the master, and a doctor will come out..."

He knocked his head at the officer's feet, and he did not stop even though his forehead was bruised. He was a big man, but he cried hoarsely.

The official held him up and said with embarrassment, "It's not that we don't want to go in, but even if we go in, it won't work. Imperial Physician Yang and the doctors are all gathered in the noble courtyard. They said that it's a critical moment and they can't leave without you."

Geng Da sat on the ground in a daze.

A surge of grief and indignation suddenly welled up in his heart.

"We are just farmers, our lives are worthless, we are not worthy of being treated by the imperial physician, but, but Doctor Zhang, he is the doctor of our county! If the one in the county government office gets sick, we are not even worthy of having our own doctor?"

"If my mother dies, I will smash my head against the county government gate and die! I will haunt you as a ghost for the rest of my life!"

More and more people gathered at the gate of the county government.

"Give us back the doctor!"

"Give us back the doctor!"

"I came back from another county, and the doctors there were all working on developing prescriptions, but in Le'an County, all the doctors were visiting just one person! So they were only visiting the most valuable people!"

"Magistrate Hua, we want to see you, Lord Hua!"

"It was that nobleman who delayed our treatment! Lord Hua, please send that nobleman away!"

If you stick your head out, you will be killed; if you hide your head, you will also be killed.

What people dare not say on normal days is now becoming more and more exciting under the pressure of illness and death.

The magistrate of Hua County had to come out to calm the people.

As the disaster progressed, the shadow of death weighed on everyone's mind all the time, and a little spark could easily lead to riots. Historically, during natural disasters, people would do anything to survive.

The current staff of the county government is not enough to withstand the civil unrest.

Hua County Magistrate: "Quiet! Quiet!"

Geng Da stood at the foot of the steps of the county government office and said, "Master Hua, we just want to ask you one question. Are the doctors treating the nobles inside instead of us?"

"He is so overbearing that he didn't even leave a doctor for us. Does he want to end our chance of survival?"

Magistrate Hua was sweating with anxiety: "Of course not, we are just developing a prescription! What you drank the other day was developed by the imperial physician and doctors."

"Then why do we need to study it in the county government office?"

"Why would someone die after drinking it?"

“Does researching medicine require all doctors?”

“…”

Just when they were about to go in and grab the doctor out, the door of the county government office opened again.

Doctor Yang led a group of doctors out. In his hand, he held a freshly written prescription. Everyone had dark circles under their eyes.

“It’s out!”

"The doctors are coming out!"

"Very good……"

"Your Excellency is also afraid. If we shout like this and there are so many people around, he will definitely hear us."

Of course, he didn't dare say the following words loudly, but no matter how low his voice was, he still managed to hear Doctor Yang and the other doctors.

He suppressed his emotions and handed the prescription to Magistrate Hua.

"Please prepare this prescription and give it to the seriously ill people."

"Everything is fine inside. You guys go over there and observe the patient's recovery after taking the medicine. If it is confirmed to be effective, pass the prescription out immediately."

Several doctors bowed and said, "Yes."

"Then Sir Yang, His Highness inside..."

"Someone's watching him."

"That's good."

They bowed slightly towards the Seventh Prince's courtyard.

They were all doctors, and the testing of medicines could be kept secret from laymen, but not from them. New medicines were not tested on the common people, but were brought into the house as soon as possible. Every time they were brought in, the medicines made by Doctor Yang became more perfect.

It only took a few days for me to go from the initial disbelief to the heartfelt admiration I feel now.

The medicine made from the final prescription, when taken by sick people, showed relief after one dose, relief after two doses, and after three doses the seriously ill patients were basically able to get up and walk.

Doctor Yang walked around the sick area and nodded.

"Lord Hua, please send these doctors from Le'an County to other counties and spread the prescriptions."

Hua County Magistrate said: "Okay!"

The plague is finally going away!

The crying sound became louder and louder, and Doctor Yang stopped.

A man was squatting in front of a corpse and crying.

Doctor Zhang consoled him, "It's not that there is no medicine. It's that he is too ill and is only breathing his last breath. The medicine is not a magic medicine. It's the limit for him to hold on until now and tell you his last words."

The man's eyes were red, and he choked up and said, "If it had been one day earlier, he wouldn't have died! Who is that noble man? Why did he come to Le'an County? If he hadn't kept you all here, Doctor Zhang, would you have been able to get out earlier?"

"If he hadn't detained the doctors, many people would have saved their lives..."

Doctor Zhang: "That's not the case! Oh...what do you want me to say?"

He was really helpless.

Doctor Yang looked around.

Obviously, the commotion yesterday made many people think that it was because of them that the doctor came, and the nobles inside were afraid of their commotion.

The people also blamed him for the death of terminally ill patients who could not be cured.

Imperial Physician Yang had prepared himself mentally for the past few days, and he finally convinced himself that if the Seventh Prince wanted to be nameless, then that was fine.

But he could accept giving in obscurity, but he could not tolerate the stigma and some malicious speculations!

Doctor Yang took a deep breath and strode over: "You can't say it, let me say it!"

At worst, he would lose his job after returning home, or at most be beaten with a stick. It would be the same no matter where he practiced medicine.

He said to the people in the ward:

"Le'an County was the first to develop a cure for the plague, and the cure has just been sent out. If you don't believe it, you can follow the person who sent the cure to see if there are any infected people who have recovered in other counties."

"It's not that we have great medical skills, it's that some people are willing to test the medicine for everyone!"

"People who test drugs take huge risks," Doctor Yang said, pulling Doctor Zhang aside. "If they use the wrong drug, or the drugs conflict with each other, they will die."

Doctor Zhang sighed, "That's true." He bowed to the people, "I often provide free medical services to everyone. You should trust me. The nobleman in the county government didn't detain us out of selfish fear of death. Instead, he tried the medicine on himself and suffered a lot for the sake of saving more lives for the people in the three counties."

The sick area gradually became quiet.

The people looked at each other in bewilderment.

Geng Da asked, "Doctor Zhang, is it true that the nobles in the capital are testing the medicine on us?"

Doctor Zhang nodded heavily: "It's true. As I said before, if you don't believe it, you can go to the neighboring counties to see if they have any prescriptions for treating the plague.

Every time there is a flood or an epidemic, how many people died before the prescription was developed? This time it is a blessing for Le'an County and the three counties."

Doctor Yang: "You ask who he is. He is the youngest son of our Great Zhou Emperor, the seventh prince Qu Dubian." He couldn't hold it in for a moment, his nose and eyes were sore, and he pointed at the county government office with a trembling hand, "The young prince is only fourteen years old. He is usually so lively. What does he look like now..."

He didn't continue.

Doctor Yang's throat seemed to be stuffed with a ball of cotton. He paused for a moment before speaking again.

"I understand everyone's feelings. The pain of losing a loved one is unbearable. You can blame us for being slow, but please don't blame His Highness. He shouldn't have to endure this."

He also didn't want the Seventh Prince to hear any complaints after he woke up.

Having said this, Doctor Yang went back to the county government office without stopping.

Magistrate Hua had just learned about the drug trial and was filled with astonishment. He stood there, seemingly blending into the silent patient area, not knowing what to do.

-

the next day.

After Doctor Yang's outburst last night, everyone knew everything about the Seventh Prince testing medicine on the people of the three counties, except for the fact that he himself was still in a coma and didn't know about it.

As the prescription spread, the situation outside began to develop rapidly.

Concubine Xuan couldn't bear it any longer, so she kicked Xie Jingshan who was blocking her away and rushed directly to Le'an County.

Yu Ruo was in the courtyard.

"No wonder he got sick so suddenly," Yu Ruo, "Although the imperial physician didn't say it, I guess he did it on purpose..."

Gu Xin was also dumbfounded: "This is the first time I've heard of a prince testing medicine on the people." Hasn't it always been the other way around?

Yu Ruo looked out from his yard with mixed feelings.

"The news cannot be stopped. It is popular and has the support of the people of the three counties. He has to accept it even if he doesn't want it."

The situation in the capital was imminent, and this time, he had no choice but to hide as usual.

-

The small courtyard in Qu Duan was quiet.

Now that the prescription has been developed, the plague is no longer scary.

Xi Zixing and Xia Fuyang both went into the small courtyard and stayed there.

The conditions of the people outside improved quickly, but Qu Watanabe was the only one who had not turned off the simulator. He was too tired and kept falling asleep, and it seemed that his condition was recurring.

Even Imperial Physician Yang began to get anxious.

"Your Highness's physical condition is really... I don't know how long you can last."

Yi Shijiu has almost recovered. He is not used to showing his face, but the mask has been thrown away and Qu Watanabe does not allow him to wear it again.

So he often hid in Qu Duan's room and guarded it so that no one could see him.

Outside.

Xi Zixing was anxious.

Xia Fuyang wanted to say it a long time ago, "Friends don't have to go to this extent. You stole it, didn't you? Not only did you not write to your family, but you also kept it for so long."

Xi Zixing: "Aren't you the same?"

He squats outside the yard with his meal in hand every day, and looks inside at the slightest sign of trouble. Is there any difference between him and the one who looks at the white light at the gate? And he still has the nerve to talk about him.

Xia Fuyang: "It's the same for you. I'm worried that you and Xiaoqi will get too close. When you choose your lord in the spring exam, people will suspect you. I'm doing this for your own good."

"..." Xi Zixing glanced at him and said, "You don't have to test me."

He took out the books of the second prince, the fourth prince and the fifth prince from his arms, tore them up in front of Xia Fuyang, and then threw them directly into the charcoal brazier with warm water in the yard.

"You just want to ask me if I have a book for the Seventh Prince. I have one and I created one for him a long time ago." Xi Zixing gritted his teeth, "I swear I really want to deduct all his points!"

Xia Fuyang's hidden temptation in teasing disappeared, and he asked: "Then you..."

Xi Zixing let out a breath and looked into the room.

"He's really, really irritating."

"But as long as he survives this, Xi Zixing will only recognize him from now on."

After a moment, Xia Fuyang hooked his shoulder, leaned closer and said, "Good brother, you have good vision. But it depends on first come first served, you line up behind me."

The two have known each other for such a long time, but the vague wariness between them has only disappeared now.

Xi Zixing noticed this, but who came first?

He sneered: "If you are not the top scholar, I don't bother to share it with you."

Xia Fuyang's smile froze, and he angrily said, "You didn't even participate in the Spring Examination!"

Xi Zixing: "The next spring exam will be held."

Xia Fuyang gritted his teeth, "Okay, I'll wait."

After the two men finished bickering, they began to stare into the house.

-

Qu Watanabe woke up to the ding-dong sound of the favorability increase reminder.

After waking up, he clicked on it and took a look in a daze.

[Wen Xiaochun: People over 60 are not included in the statistics]

[B12: Those over 60 are not included in the statistics]

Xie Mingxuan (Princess Xuan): 57

Xia Fuyang: 46

Xi Zixing: 45

Fang Hechuan: 43

Zhang Chansi: 40

Yu Ruo: 36

Qu Watanabe: “…”

Yu Ruo increased by three points during his coma, and Zhang Chansi's value, which had been stuck at 39 for a long time, finally broke through to the major milestone of 40.

He could understand that Empress Xuan’s salary increased by two points, but why did everyone else get a raise?

Especially Master Fang who was far away in the capital, Xi Zixing suddenly jumped up at least ten points like a rocket.

And Xia Fuyang.

This guy's favorability clearly didn't change before he fell asleep.

Qu Duanbian asked suspiciously, "Did I sleepwalk while I was unconscious?"

Simulator: [No.]

Simulator: [Remind the host that the plague cure has been developed.]

Qu Watanabe decisively and happily turned off the simulation, and his body will gradually recover at a normal speed.

As soon as the negative mental symptoms were eliminated, he immediately felt that the discomfort was much relieved.

But I've been very tired these past few days, and I lost some blood. I'm afraid I'll be weak for a few days... Tsk, I still want to find an opportunity to fight with Xia Fuyang.

Qu Duanbian slowly opened his eyes.

He raised his hand to block the light, feeling a little uncomfortable.

I just opened my eyes and my vision was still a little blurry.

"Your Highness is awake!"

It was Ye Banban's voice.

"His Highness is awake, Doctor Yang! Empress Xuan, His Highness is awake!"

There were hurried footsteps in the room, and soon, a group of people gathered around the bed.

Qu Dubian slowed down and looked towards the bed.

Ye Banban, Xia Fuyang, Empress Xuan, Xi Zixing, and Imperial Physician Yang were all here.

Xia Fuyang nervously held up five fingers and asked, "What's this?"

Qu Duan rolled his eyes, his voice still hoarse: "Get lost."

Xia Fuyang patted his chest and said, "Okay, okay, I'm not stupid."

Qu Dubian slowly propped himself up and sat up. He raised his little eyes and rubbed his way to Concubine Xuan, pressing his head on Concubine Xuan's shoulder: "Concubine Xuan, does your head still hurt?"

Concubine Xuan was angry and distressed. This boy probably didn't know that they all knew everything and was still acting like nothing had happened.

But now is not the time to teach him a lesson. Let’s wait until he recovers.

She pinched Qu Watanabe's face and said, "You really pissed me off! Are you feeling any worse? Ask the doctor to check you out."

Doctor Yang has experience: "It should be fine now."

The pulse stabilized.

"I'm fine. I feel good now." Qu Dubian glanced at Xi Zixing, "Why are you here?"

Xi Zixing: "I came with the team from the capital."

"oh……"

Qu Duan looked at them, then looked at the simulator's favorability panel.

He couldn't help but ask, "Is there anything happening outside that I don't know about?"

My back feels cold and weird.