Seeing their blank eyes, Jiang Sheng shook his head and said, "You guys wait outside the door. You don't need to come in with me. I'll go see the patient first."

As he said that, he turned and walked towards the first room. He pushed open the door, and the man on the bed raised his head and looked at him. His face was a little flushed, but he looked in good spirits.

Niu Er asked curiously, "Are you a doctor?"

Jiang Sheng nodded, sat on the stool beside the bed, and took out a white handkerchief.

He whispered, "Put your hand out. Let me take your pulse."

"Okay, thank you, doctor."

Niu Er was very cooperative. He knew that although his symptoms were mild after contracting the plague, he was well aware that if he did not receive treatment, he would eventually die in pain.

After taking the pulse, Jiang Sheng put away the handkerchief, took out a notebook and wrote it down with charcoal. After asking carefully, he comforted her, "Okay, I understand. You should have a good rest first."

"Well, thank you very much, doctor. I don't know your name yet."

"My name is Yang Sheng, just call me Doctor Yang. Have you taken any medicine before?"

Niu Er shook his head with a simple and honest face, and said in a muffled voice: "I felt something was wrong two days ago, so I was thrown out. If I hadn't been brought here, I'm afraid..."

Jiang Sheng sighed inwardly, knowing that although Qiandeng Town looked peaceful, there were already sick people in the dark, but the disease had not yet completely erupted. He didn't have much time left.

"Well, I will save you, don't worry. As for the medicine, I'll have someone make it and bring it to you this afternoon after I finish examining the other two people."

"Okay, thank you, Doctor Yang."

Yang Sheng went to see the second one.

Wang Tiezhu's eyes were somewhat hollow. He undid his clothes, revealing his upper body covered in bumps, as if bitten by insects. His voice was hoarse and weak, "Doctor, is there any hope for me?"

"Of course, as long as we understand the situation of the plague, targeted medication will definitely be effective. Don't be afraid."

"Well, my mother is still waiting for me. I can't die. Doctor, you must save me. I will do anything as long as I can stay alive."

After comforting him with a few words, Jiang Sheng went out to see the third patient, who was the most seriously ill and on the verge of death. His condition was the most dangerous.

I knocked on the door but no one answered, so I pushed it tentatively.

Something flew towards him and he dodged sideways subconsciously. He heard the sound of a teacup breaking behind him. He turned his head and looked over, only to meet a pair of scarlet eyes full of despair.

Liu An angrily said, "Get out! Get out of here! Don't look at me! Or I'll dig out your eyes."

Jiang Sheng raised his eyebrows. Compared with the two obedient patients, it was obvious that the one in front of him was very difficult to deal with. He raised his foot and stepped closer, his eyes fixed on his face.

Although it was called a face, in fact, no features could be recognized any more. The pus-filled area looked like the skin of a toad, oozing blood and pus, and the room was filled with a foul smell.

It's like a piece of rotten meat, but it can still move.

Seeing him staring at his face, Liu An subconsciously reached out to cover his face and shouted, "Don't look at me, Master. Do you hear me? Can't you just let me die in a decent way?"

"Why did you insist on me coming here to be studied like an object? I'm going to kill you, old man! I'm going to kill you!"

His eyes were full of madness, and he was obviously a little crazy.

Jiang Sheng dodged and thrust a silver needle into the person. He looked at the person who had fallen down limply, took his pulse and carefully observed the condition of the abscess, and had a rough idea in his mind.

His face is so rotten that the only way to cure it is to use spiritual spring water. It’s better to wait and find a treatment plan. There’s no rush. He won’t die in a short time anyway.

He turned around and walked out to wash his hands, changed all his clothes, and went straight into the study to start writing prescriptions, three treatment plans for three patients.

Since the symptoms are different, the same prescription should not be used. The initial symptoms are mainly to reduce fever, and the corresponding medicinal food is followed up. Basically, the condition will improve in three days, and it is also the easiest to treat.

For the mid-stage symptoms, the fire poison must be removed. Yes, he found that this plague was very similar to the fire poison. The best way to remove the fire poison was not to drink medicine, but... a medicinal bath.

The last one is also the most difficult one. After taking the medicinal bath, you have to treat each abscess one by one and apply medicine. It is time-consuming, labor-intensive and the most troublesome.

Three patient booklets were completed, detailing the patient's condition, date, pharmacy, and medicinal recipes.

Jiang Sheng calculated carefully and made sure nothing was missed, then wrote out a prescription, prepared the herbs, and boiled the medicine. The first two cooperated and drank the medicine, and he poured the third one into his mouth.

After careful questioning and observation on the first day, a drop of spiritual spring water was added to the evening medicine. After a while, the first person, named Niu Er, had recovered a lot.

With an idea in mind, it seems that the spiritual spring water is indeed very effective against the plague. Jiang Sheng compared it with those who did not use the spiritual spring water. The recovery speed was slower, but at least it was effective.

When Liu An heard the door open, his body subconsciously tensed up and he looked at him warily: "Wait, don't knock me out, I can drink it myself."

After Gululu finished drinking, he saw someone was about to leave and said awkwardly: "Wait a minute, can you talk to me?"

Jiang Sheng turned around and looked at him: "Well, go ahead."

"I...I feel like the boils aren't as itchy anymore, and the stuffiness in my chest is a little better. I can barely sleep for a short while at night. Your medicine is probably working a little bit."

"Can you really cure me? Then, will my face be able to recover in the future? The hope is slim."

Liu An raised his hand to touch his face, then slowly put it down, his eyes reddening frighteningly: "Doctor Yang, you know, I used to have a very handsome face, and many people proposed marriage to my family."

"I, I also have a very good fiancée, but she broke off the engagement after I became ill. I want to heal my face, no matter how much money it costs."

After listening to him nagging, Jiang Sheng said calmly, "That's all. The disease hasn't been cured yet. It's unnecessary to worry about whether your face is ruined or not. If you're bored, just read the storybook."

"A man should be upright and honest, and stop daydreaming about nothing. Wait until you're cured of your illness before you take care of your face."

Liu An stared at him intently, his eyes full of anticipation: "Then can you cure it?"

"...Yes, but it depends on my mood. After all, I'm here to treat patients and only make sure they're cured. I don't care about your face. Just cooperate and take the medicine first."

"Okay, I'll listen to you, Doctor Yang. As long as you can cure my face, I'll do anything you ask me to do."

Jiang Sheng's mouth twitched, he waved his hand and walked out.

Three days passed in a flash, and the doctors gathered in the yard, chattering about something.

Bai He looked at the man who had been silent. He thought he was in a bad mood, perhaps because the patient had died. He walked over, patted his shoulder, and comforted him, "Doctor Yang, don't think too much."

"Each of us has terminally ill patients who keep dying. You'll get used to it. Liu An's condition was so rapid that it's normal that he couldn't be saved."

Others echoed, "Yeah, all we can do is treat the early and middle stages. There's nothing we can do about the late stages. It's not your fault."