Transmigrated Into a God Statue at the Start, Deified as a Goddess in a Famine

Transmigrated into a dilapidated mountain temple god statue at the start? Apologies, I've also bound to a deification system.

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Chapter 247 Traitorous Disciple!

Shangguan Qing stood there, looking at the three disciples who were working hard, his brows furrowed.

His chest was churning with resentment, and he was already burning with anger because of those people in the desolate mountains. Now, this only added fuel to the fire.

He coughed twice, the sound not loud, but enough to immediately alert his disciples who used to obey him.

However……

The three figures remained busy, as if they hadn't heard anything.

Feng Ming was still discussing with the woman in the indigo-colored cloth.

Qian Hao and Sun Li carried a wooden bucket, intending to go further to distribute the medicinal soup to the patients in line.

Shangguan Qing's face instantly darkened.

Great! That's really great!

Have you grown too big for your britches to recognize his voice anymore?

Or have they forgotten who their master is after staying here for a few days?

He was about to reprimand him sternly.

"Master!"

A voice, tinged with surprise yet also a hint of panic, rang out.

Feng Ming was the first to react. He strode forward, his face showing a mixture of urgency and unease.

"Master, what brings you here?"

Qian Hao and Sun Li also put down their work and quickly followed, greeting him respectfully.

"Master."

Shangguan Qing snorted coldly, about to retaliate.

"Master!"

Feng Ming spoke first, lowering his voice and speaking with a hint of earnestness.

“Master, I know you’re angry now, but you can be angry later.”

He paused, his eyes sincere.

"May I show you the condition of these patients first?"

Before Shangguan Qing could answer, Feng Ming had already taken two items from a young woman in an indigo-dyed cloth dress next to him.

He deftly unfolded a neatly folded piece of indigo cloth.

"Master, this is a mask. It can protect against viruses. Please wear it."

Without further ado, he put the mask on Shangguan Qing's face and carefully tucked the edges in.

Shangguan Qing was taken aback by this sudden action. Just as he was about to reprimand him, a refreshing scent of herbs and trees sprayed over him.

Feng Ming held a delicate little bamboo tube in his hand and sprayed it on him a few times.

"This is a disinfectant solution, made by the Huangshan Pharmaceutical Factory. It can kill those invisible viruses."

Shangguan Qing: "..."

He has lived most of his life and practiced medicine for decades, and he has never received such treatment before!

What kind of mess is this?

Feng Ming seemed oblivious to his master's ashen face, and pulled on his sleeve as they walked toward a ward.

"Master, please come with me."

His tone carried an unyielding insistence.

Shangguan Qing was filled with anger but couldn't vent it all because of these actions. He could only keep a straight face and follow Feng Ming into the side room that was being used as a ward.

Upon entering, the strong smell of medicine mixed with the aroma of disinfectant alcohol became even more pronounced.

However, it was not the filth and despair he had imagined in the plague ward.

The room was bright and clean, and the floor had been wiped with wood ash water, giving it a strangely clean feel.

On the sickbed, most of the critically ill patients he had thought were on the verge of death were now wide awake.

An elderly man was even sipping his rice porridge slowly, while a caregiver in an indigo-colored uniform was quietly asking him questions.

"Cough cough, much better! Young lady, this medicinal soup is truly miraculous!" The old man's voice was hoarse, but filled with the relief of surviving a disaster.

Shangguan Qing's steps involuntarily slowed down.

He could tell at a glance that the patients' rashes had indeed subsided considerably, and their breathing had become much more stable, clearly indicating that they were recovering.

His eyes, no longer unfocused as they were on the verge of death, now held a glimmer of light.

Feng Ming led him through each of the hospital rooms.

The scenes were largely the same.

Some of the critically ill patients who had once left him and his colleagues in the Imperial Medical Academy helpless were now showing signs of life!

Although the ward was filled with the smell of medicine, there was no stench or despair, but rather a sense of calm under orderly conditions.

The nurses in their indigo-colored uniforms were busy feeding patients medication, recording their conditions, and changing bed sheets and blankets. Their movements were skillful and orderly.

Shangguan Qing even saw a young woman, whose face still looked sick, but whose lips were curved in a faint smile, talking to the nursing staff.

As Shangguan Qing looked around, the anger on his face gradually faded, replaced by deep shock and bewilderment.

He fell silent.

How... how is this possible?

This is a plague! And this plague is particularly difficult to cure; they can't cure it using the methods they used before!

Seeing his master's changing expression, Feng Ming secretly breathed a sigh of relief and continued to lead him outside.

“Master, you see, these nurses come into contact with patients every day, but as long as they wear these special double-layered masks and frequently wash and disinfect their hands with disinfectant, very few of them get sick.”

He pointed to the identical face masks that the people in the indigo-colored clothes were all wearing.

"Only in rare cases, when dealing with confused or particularly unreasonable patients who tear off the masks of nursing staff in their struggles, does infection occasionally occur."

"But even if you get infected, as long as you take the medicinal soup from the barren mountain in time and use the local methods, you can control it quickly."

These words were like a boulder thrown into Shangguan Qing's heart, stirring up a thousand waves.

Masks, disinfection...

These unheard-of terms and seemingly simple measures—can they really have such miraculous effects?

He practiced medicine throughout his life, saving countless lives and facing all kinds of difficult and complicated diseases, but he never imagined that fighting against the plague would be like this!

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