Jiang Chuwei looked around and saw that there were five or six porridge stalls.

At least today, people are not starving.

Jiang Chuwei arranged for Chunqin and Donghua to manage the porridge shop, and sent Qiushu with the medicinal herbs to the resettlement site.

As expected, the government of Nanzhou had not yet provided effective treatment.

Only spontaneous aid from the public was available.

Jiang Chuwei arrived at the temporary resettlement site, where cries of agony could be heard everywhere.

Xia Qi was alright; even in normal fights, people get injured, so she didn't react much to the bloody scene here.

Jiang Chuwei, on the other hand, suffered from both poisoning and burns in her previous life, and her current situation is even worse than those tragic circumstances.

She remained calm and composed wherever she looked.

Only Qiu Shu was deathly pale. Seeing that some people's bones were protruding, Qiu Shu suppressed the urge to vomit.

Jiang Chuwei: "If you can't handle it, why don't you go back to the grain store? Xia Qi and Nightingale are enough, and we have servants to help us too."

"Miss! I'll be right there. I'm good at picking out medicinal herbs," Qiu Shu said anxiously.

That's true. Qiu Shu had been by her side since she was a child, and all the medicinal herbs passed through her hands.

He is more adept at doing things than Xia Qi.

Jiang Chuwei thought for a moment and said, "I'll leave the bandaging to Xia Qi and Nightingale, and you'll be in charge of dispensing the medicine."

Jiang Chuwei hadn't planned to reveal her medical skills, but with so many injured patients, there were only a handful of doctors available.

It seems that these doctors came to help people voluntarily.

At this point, hiding one's talents would be inhumane.

Qiu Shu took a deep breath: "Miss! I will fight alongside you."

Jiang Chuwei nodded. Isn't this just a battle?

"Ouch, help me..." At his feet stood a man with protruding leg bones, large beads of sweat dripping from his forehead.

He groaned in pain.

Jiang Chuwei squatted down and touched the man's leg bone.

Xia Qi, who was usually very nervous around the young lady, did not find it inappropriate at all that the young lady was touching another man.

Now, the young lady's identity is that of a doctor.

Although, the doctor's identity had always been known only to his few personal maids.

The young lady rarely displayed her skills.

Because, in the past, there were no prostitutes who needed to be treated.

Now that a great calamity has befallen us, as a doctor, I certainly will not stand idly by.

Once she got busy, Qiu Shu quickly forgot about her discomfort.

Seeing the wounded receive treatment gave Qiu Shu a sense of accomplishment.

Jiang Chuwei skillfully cleaned, stopped the bleeding, and immobilized the wound; for serious cases, she sent people to the hospital for further treatment.

Fortunately, the weather has turned cooler, so the wound is less likely to become infected.

However, it's always better to be prepared, so Jiang Chuwei instructed Xia Qi to take a few servants to start a fire.

Qiu Shu poured the washed medicinal herbs into the large pot.

Although these patients have had their wounds treated, they are prone to fever.

First, decoct the medicine, and each person should drink a bowl. As long as they get through three days safely, they will be fine.

A man with an injured leg said gratefully, "Thank you so much, sir. I have no way to repay your great kindness. I can only pray for you every day, wishing you and your family a long and healthy life."

Jiang Chuwei said, "Don't worry about it. Just don't move around too much these days. Take good care of yourself and let your family look after you carefully. You can move around freely after two months."

Unexpectedly, the man burst into tears: "My family is buried underground. There were seven of us, and now I'm all alone."

Jiang Chuwei's eyes reddened; the casualties in Nanzhou this time were heavy.

The imperial court has yet to find effective means of providing assistance.

Even prominent families in the capital received the news.

In many places in Nanzhou, the tents of aristocratic families have gradually been set up.

Each prominent family would have shops and estates in the local area.

At this time, everyone is willing to lend a hand, firstly to show that they are a family that accumulates virtue and does good deeds, and secondly because helping others is also helping oneself. Those who have received favors will naturally sing their praises.

Looking at the man trapped in grief.

Jiang Chuwei took out a bag of loose silver: "Please accept my condolences! This money is enough for your food and drink during your recovery, and you can also hire someone to take care of you. Those who are gone are gone, those who are alive should try their best to live on!"

Jiang Chuwei felt a pang of pity; it was fate that she could help him.

Without this money, the man might have followed his family in despair.

Then all the rescue efforts today would have been in vain.

Since God has allowed him to live, he should naturally live well.

As expected, the man expressed his deepest gratitude, saying he would take good care of himself and make proper arrangements for his family's funerals.

"Thank you very much, sir. I don't need that much money. I won't stand on ceremony. I'll take enough for food for ten days or so, and you can use the rest to help those in need."

After saying that, he took out two pieces of silver from inside and stuffed the rest back in.

"May I ask your name, sir, and where I should repay this money in the future?"

Jiang Chuwei was surprised to find that this person was also kind.

He wouldn't have taken those two pieces of silver unless he was absolutely unable to move them.

"When you recover, you can find a job at Jiang's Grain Store." Jiang Chuwei greatly admired the man's behavior.

Jiang Chuwei is willing to lend a helping hand to people who are kind-hearted and not greedy.

"Great! Thank you so much, sir." The man was overjoyed.

From now on, he will be all alone in the house.

He also needed to make arrangements for his family's funerals. The house had completely collapsed and needed to be rebuilt, all of which required money.

"I am deeply grateful for your kindness in giving me a second chance at life."

"Alright, take good care of yourself. We'll need you in the future."

Seeing that he had the will to live, Jiang Chuwei didn't say anything more.

As the number of patients at the temporary shelter increased, Jiang Chuwei prioritized treating those who urgently needed medical care.

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