259. Facing numerous difficulties

Lin Fuman sat on the wooden bed, clutching the cloth bag containing antibiotics tightly in her arms, lost in self-doubt.

She remembered her own background.

A lonely orphan arrives in another world and is given loving parents, which she initially thinks is a blessing. However, not long after, her family is raided, and she is left all alone again.

After a long and arduous journey, he wanted to save people, but due to Tao Wanbi's slander, he was misunderstood and attacked by the villagers, and had no choice but to embark on the road to Qiuhe City alone.

She recalled the scenes she saw on the road after entering the city.

Many doors were sealed with white tape, and occasionally you could see medical workers in thick clothes carrying stretchers that were covered with thick white sheets.

The housing available for quarantine is far from sufficient; new housing needs to be constantly cleared out, while new people are constantly moving in.

Along the way, she told herself that she must deliver the medicine to Qiuhe City as soon as possible and that she must cure the plague.

But now, she has not only been maliciously infected, but she has also discovered that the antibiotics she brought are simply not enough.

She forgot that the plague in Qiuhe City had already spread, and thousands of people needed treatment. The little medicine she had was just a drop in the ocean.

"Maybe I really shouldn't have come."

Lin Fuman murmured to herself, "What if they don't believe me at all? What if they think the medicine I brought is evil? That little boy, I clearly wanted to help him, but he deliberately infected me. Do these people... really deserve my help?"

The more she thought about it, the more pessimistic she became. She buried her face in her knees, her shoulders trembling.

The door was pushed open, and Shenyang Nong walked in carrying a bowl of steaming medicine.

He was wearing a thick protective suit and a gauze mask, revealing only his bloodshot eyes.

Seeing Lin Fuman curled up, he tiptoed, placed the medicine bowl on the low table by the bedside, and said softly, "Child, get up and drink some medicine first."

Lin Fuman didn't move, still keeping her head down.

Shenyang Nong sighed, sat down on a small stool by the bed, and spoke in an exceptionally gentle tone: "Child, I know you're anxious, and I know you've suffered a lot."

"Lord Xie's condition is indeed not good, but the doctors are still doing their best. Until the very last moment, no one can say that there is no hope."

"As for the medicine you mentioned... it's not that I don't trust you, it's just that the Imperial Medical Academy has been researching this plague for so long but still hasn't found a cure. We have to be cautious about the medicine that a child like you is carrying. We can't risk the patients' lives, don't you think?"

Although he phrased it tactfully, he made his disbelief very clear.

Lin Fuman's heart sank again, and she clenched her fingers even tighter.

Seeing her pale face, Shenyang Nong added, "But don't be too sad. Although Qiuhe City is in chaos right now, not everyone is like that child."

“Look at those soldiers outside, risking infection to guard the city gate and prevent the plague from spreading.”

"And those doctors, they stay up until the wee hours every night, brewing medicine and studying prescriptions, their eyes bloodshot but they still refuse to rest."

“Even some ordinary people, knowing that the quarantine camp was short of supplies, sent over their family’s food and cotton-padded clothes.”

"Everyone is holding on, everyone is waiting for hope, you can't be the first to collapse."

Lin Fuman slowly raised her head and looked at the weariness in Shenyang Nong's eyes.

He had dark circles under his eyes, and his shoulders under his protective suit seemed somewhat hunched, clearly indicating that he hadn't slept well these past few days.

She recalled her earlier thoughts and suddenly felt ashamed.

Shenyang Nong and those soldiers and doctors were clearly more tired and in more danger than her, yet they still persevered. How could she give up because of a little setback?

She reached out and took the warm medicine bowl. The warmth spread from her hand to her heart, and the pessimistic emotions that had just surged gradually subsided.

She sipped the medicine slowly; the bitter taste of the Chinese medicine went straight to the top of her head, and even her drowsy mind cleared up a bit.

She grimaced in pain, feeling utterly deceived by the TV drama.

For someone to be able to sip this slowly, spoonful by spoonful, with such a flavor, is truly a divine person.

She tilted her head back and gulped it all down in one go.

He then gagged twice with a contorted expression, quickly shut his mouth, and looked down at the bulging cloth bag in his arms, frowning involuntarily.

My thoughts are drifting back...

There was only a small amount of antibiotics inside. Before, I was only thinking about saving Xie Wenling, but now I suddenly realized that there were far more than just a few dozen infected people in Qiuhe City. Relying on this small amount of antibiotics would be a drop in the ocean.

"Imperial Physician," Lin Fuman put down her medicine bowl and looked anxiously at Shen Yangong, who was organizing his medicine box, "how many patients do we have in total? Oh, right."

She belatedly pointed to the medicine bowl: "What's this medicine for?"

Shenyang Nong paused in his movements, then turned to look at her: "Many... Fortunately, most of them are mild cases. This prescription was found by the county magistrate of Fukang and was prescribed by Imperial Physician Li. This prescription has a miraculous effect on mild cases, but... it cannot cure severe cases."

“For mild cases…” Lin Fu’s eyes lit up instantly.

She stood up abruptly, nearly knocking over the medicine bowl on the table in her haste: "Imperial Physician! You mean this prescription can cure patients with mild symptoms?"

Shenyang Nong was taken aback by her sudden reaction and nodded: "Yes..."

Lin Fuman's heart suddenly raced, and a thought became clear in her mind.

Her antibiotics can save critically ill patients, and the prescriptions that Little Dumpling brought can treat patients with mild symptoms!

In this way, patients with mild symptoms do not need antibiotics, and patients with severe symptoms can receive timely treatment. This approach takes care of both aspects and can cover all patients perfectly.

The worry about not having enough medicine has been solved by the little dumpling without us even realizing it!

"That's wonderful! That's really wonderful!" Lin Fuman's voice trembled with excitement.

Now, only one question remains!

Lin Fuman took out the amulet from her bosom once again, walked quickly to Shen Yangong, and handed it over with both hands: "Imperial Physician, you must help me deliver this amulet to Lord Xie. It really works! It was given to me personally by Princess Fukang, who told me to give it to Lord Xie. It can really save his life!"

She had no doubt about the amulet's effectiveness.

After all, if the little dumpling can conjure up such a large modern laboratory, it's not surprising that it can also conjure up a life-saving talisman.

...Anyway, Lin Fuman accepted it well, after all, she herself was a transmigrator.

Seeing the light in her eyes, Shenyang Nong felt a sense of relief; the child was finally not so depressed anymore.

But looking at the amulet offered to him, he shook his head and gently pushed her hand back: "Child, I understand your intentions, but Master Xie's situation is really dangerous."

"He has a persistent high fever and his breathing is very weak. He's barely hanging on to his life... We really don't dare bring anything of unknown origin in."

"If this amulet is contaminated with the plague, then there is really no hope."

"Then you can fumigate it with mugwort or disinfect it before taking it over!" Lin Fuman was extremely anxious. "Please be lenient, even if you just put it by his bedside and don't put it near him, that's fine too!"

“It’s not that I’m inflexible,” Shen Yangong’s tone softened, but he still insisted on his principles. “I am a royal physician, and I am responsible for the lives of my patients. Wait until you are sure you are not infected, or until Lord Xie wakes up and gives his personal consent. Right now, the most important thing is to stabilize Lord Xie’s condition. We cannot take any risks.”

After saying that, he picked up his medicine box and glanced at the darkening sky outside the window: "It's getting dark. You should get some rest. Someone will bring you dinner tonight. I still have to go check on other places and keep an eye on Lord Xie."

He turned and left in a hurry, his footsteps quickly disappearing at the end of the corridor.

Lin Fuman was locked in her room, clutching her amulet, feeling both anxious and helpless.

She knew Shenyang Nong was right, but the thought that Xie Wenling might not be able to hold on, and the little dumpling's expectant look in the capital, made her restless.

The door was locked tight, and the windows were nailed shut with wooden strips, so she had no way to get out and could not get out.

She is now very likely infected with the plague, and if she goes out, she will only harm others.

So she could only pace back and forth in the small room, her mind racing, trying to figure out how to get the amulet inside.