With targeted treatment options available, everyone's mood improved considerably.

Regarding how to send out the prescription, Zhao Qingyan thought about it for a while and realized that it wasn't really suitable to send it out to her own family.

After pondering for a while, his gaze settled on Yunyou.

He smiled and said, "Ancestor..." drawing out the words for a very long time.

Yunyou instinctively felt that this little girl was definitely up to no good again.

He took a few steps back, turned sideways, and didn't even glance at Zhao Qingyan.

"You brat, speak properly. You're too sweet. I'm likely to get what you call diabetes over there."

Zhao Qingyan gave Yunyou a pair of mothballs.

"Tch, what a trivial matter. In that case, ancestors, the tallest tree in the forest will surely be felled by the wind."

If our family were to have everything, do you think these officials wouldn't be tempted to rob us?

Besides, some things can't be ignored, can they?

We are all not qualified, only you, our ancestor, are blessed with extraordinary privilege.

Don't forget that you were once the abbot of Baima Temple, a highly respected monk, and a living deity revered by everyone.

So if things really do erupt later, I'll trouble you, my ancestor, to use your status as a wandering master to make a trip to the prefectural government office, how about it?"

Zhao Qingyan didn't look in the mirror. If she had, she would have found that her current expression was no different from that of the Big Bad Wolf who was trying to kidnap Little Red Riding Hood.

Yunyou shook off the goosebumps on his body and said impatiently:

"Alright, I'll go deliver it. You silly girl, you never think of me when it comes to good things, but you always make me do all the errands and chores. I really owe you something."

Zhao Qingyan remained noncommittal.

"Who told you to be my ancestor? With such an outstanding ancestor and such a prestigious status, I would be letting you down if I didn't take advantage of it."

Yunyou was speechless, unable to utter a word.

"Alright, I'm tired too. Go back to sleep. Wake me up when it's time to eat."

Zhao Qingyan, like a lackey, said, "Respectfully seeing off our ancestors."

Yunyou almost tripped over himself, thinking to himself, "This brat is toxic."

Lord Duan has already summoned all the doctors in the city to the prefectural government office, and the people who went out to investigate have also returned.

The doctors, who were always law-abiding citizens, wondered what they had done wrong to be "invited" to the yamen by the constables.

Upon meeting the prefect, I felt relieved, but then my heart jumped again, as if it were in my throat. Because my throat was small, it didn't escape my chest.

"Sir, is what you're saying true?" Doctor Bai asked for confirmation.

Lord Duan nodded.

"I invited you all here today so that you could observe the patients who come to see me and see if they have the symptoms I just described."

If present, it must be isolated.

Furthermore, I believe that all of you doctors are experts in this area and will be able to effectively promote safety and protection.

If any doctor knows of or has encountered a similar case, they are welcome to share it for discussion.

Furthermore, everyone is required to write down a prevention method, which will then be presented to the government office and read aloud by the yamen runners.

If no similar symptoms are found, the concerted efforts of all doctors will be needed to hopefully eradicate this epidemic as soon as possible.

Lord Duan said very seriously.

Dr. Bai stood up and clasped his hands in greeting.

"My lord, yesterday I did see two patients with this condition in my pharmacy."

"This person is from Zhengjia Village outside the city. The pharmacy has their address and name recorded. Should we send someone over to isolate them?"

Lord Duan now found the old man very displeasing, thinking to himself,

"I've been rambling on for ages, and you haven't said a word. Why didn't you say so earlier? Why did you have to ask such irrelevant questions?"

"Whether she saw it or not, how would I know? It's real now."

Lord Duan quickly dispatched his yamen runners to Zhengjia Village.

As for Dr. Bai, I'm sorry, you also need to be quarantined.

Well, when the other doctors heard that Dr. Bai had been in contact with patients with similar symptoms, they all stood up and took several steps back.

If it weren't for the wall separating them, they would probably have retreated to the street by now.

Everyone in this room now, including Lord Duan, is a close contact or secondary close contact.

There's no way to run away now, so let's get the work done first.

First and foremost, some promotion is essential.

The doctors were all used to writing prescriptions, and after a long, scribbled summary, they...

He handed the completed manuscript to Lord Duan.

Lord Duan flipped through it several times, then looked up at the doctors with a half-smile.

"Gentlemen, I am not very knowledgeable and cannot understand the words on this prescription. Would you please rewrite it in a way that I can understand?"

Lord Duan emphasized the final "How is it?"

He thought to himself, "These old geezers are all clueless. Have they been in office for that long? Showing off, all they do is show off. Humph!"

The doctors were all blushing. How could they have made such a mistake? It's just a habit, a habit.

(The doctors all have their own unique writing system, which is not something that ordinary people like us can understand, at least the author doesn't.)

Leaving aside how diligently Lord Duan was carrying out epidemic prevention and control, Zhao Qianci felt extremely uncomfortable in the examination room.

It's nothing else, he's feeling abdominal cramps right now, and has an urge to defecate at any moment.

What am I going to do? If I get pooped on in the outhouse, I'm doomed.

He was sweating profusely, and with the weather already hot, he felt like he was about to die.

"No way, I absolutely have to pass this exam. Hold it in, oh stomach, oh stomach, calm down and let me finish the questions."

Zhao Qianci then began to mutter to himself as he sped up his writing.

Fifteen minutes later, I finished the last stroke.

After checking everything carefully and confirming there were no errors, I dried the ink, tidied the paper, and rang the bell.

Then someone came to annotate the papers and took them away. Zhao Qianci rang the bell again, asking to go to the outhouse.

You won't get a poop stamp if you go to the toilet after handing in your exam paper.

Although there were yamen runners leading the way, Zhao Qianci couldn't hold back any longer. He said "Sorry" to the yamen runners and ran straight to the outhouse.

Fortunately, he was smart enough not to leave the constables too far behind and kept them in his sight.

Of course, this constable was also very considerate; as Zhao Qianci walked ahead, he quickened his pace.

Zhao Qianci rushed to the outhouse, no longer caring about the smell inside. He quickly unzipped his pants, squatted down, and relieved himself.

The severe abdominal pain caused by diarrhea made Zhao Qianci cry out, but the sound was so evocative that it could easily be misinterpreted.

"Don't overthink it, don't overthink it. We're all upright men," the constable who led Zhao Qianci to the outhouse said, his ears turning red.