"Quickly, take me to see this." Lin Wanqing had promised Wanyan Da when she served him two days ago that she would find a cure for the epidemic in a few days.

But how could she die when she used the method she remembered to vaccinate Mo Zhi against smallpox?

What went wrong?

Is the book lying, that smallpox vaccination cannot be done on people?

Upon arriving at Mo Zhi's room, they found that Mo Zhi had already passed away, and the wound on her left arm was abnormally red, swollen, and festering.

Mo Zhi was not lying flat on the bed, but her head was tilted back extremely, and her whole body was bent backward in a strange posture, forming a reverse bow shape.

Her jaw was clenched, and she looked like she was forcing a bitter smile; her body muscles were stiff.

Upon seeing this, Lin Wanqing breathed a sigh of relief, feeling no sadness whatsoever for Mo Zhi's death.

She was just a servant; she died, so be it. Consider it a sacrifice made to treat the smallpox virus, and that's a fitting end for her.

Lin Wanqing never felt any pity for the people around her.

Previously, Cuiju had come to Beili with her, but on the way, Cuiju developed a high fever and became very ill, making it impossible for her to continue the journey.

Lin Wanqing was afraid that if she stayed to treat Cuiju, the people from the Duke of Dingguo's mansion might catch up with her and she would lose her life.

If Lin Wanqing were to abandon Cuiju and leave first, she feared that Cuiju would betray her after recovering from her illness. In the end, she had Chen Fu kill Cuiju directly to avoid implicating her.

She was so cruel to Cuiju, who had always been by her side; how much more so to Mozhi?

Lin Wanqing felt relieved when she saw Mo Zhi's death because in her previous life she worked in the ICU and could tell at a glance that Mo Zhi had died from a tetanus attack.

That was because the wound became infected, not because the smallpox treatment was ineffective.

Wound infection?

Lin Wanqing recalled that she had simply taken out a knife and casually made a few cuts, without any disinfection procedures whatsoever.

That's where the problem lies.

After being reborn, Lin Wanqing hadn't worked as a nurse for over ten years and had actually forgotten this crucial point.

But it's alright, it's just that someone died, it's not a big deal.

"Have someone dispose of Mo Zhi's body. You're coming with me to a place."

When Alan, the palace maid who was taking care of Mozhi, heard Lin Wanqing say this, her face turned pale.

Alan and Mozhi usually had a good relationship. That day, when Mozhi came back, she told Alan that she didn't know what the Queen had done to her arm, but her arm felt very painful.

Later, Mo Zhi started to have a fever. Alan couldn't help but untie the bandage on Mo Zhi's arm. The wound wasn't big, but it was white and swollen, obviously filled with pus. The whole arm looked swollen.

They were just ordinary palace servants, so they couldn't invite the imperial physician to see them. Alan wanted to invite a regular witch doctor for Mozhi, but the queen wouldn't allow it, saying that Mozhi would get better on her own.

Alan dared not disobey the Queen's orders, so he could only keep wiping Mo Zhi with cold water, hoping to lower her temperature.

Unexpectedly, Mo Zhi's body temperature kept rising. Later, Mo Zhi began to writhe incessantly on the bed, crying out in pain. Her flesh became visibly stiff, until she stopped breathing today.

Seeing Mo Zhi's horrific death, Alan dared not go out alone with the Queen again, fearing she would suffer the same fate as Mo Zhi.

But she was just a lowly palace maid; how could she possibly stand up to the Queen?

Lin Wanqing noticed Alan's reluctance and asked coldly, "What? You don't want to?"