When Emperor Beichen heard Han Yiyi say this, he suddenly realized that he had been pressuring the Imperial Hospital to develop a prescription as soon as possible, which seemed to have put the cart before the horse. So he quickly spoke up.
"That's easy. I'll give you a hundred men, as well as imperial physicians from the Imperial Hospital. And for the next few days, I'll also hand over Nangong Yuan to you. You'll have full command over him, and you'll be in charge of everything that needs to be done..."
Since the Northern Capital had said so, Han Yiyi could only nod in agreement.
Han Yi first had the people given by Emperor Beichen build refugee camps outside the city for the refugees, and then had them separate those with severe illnesses from those with mild illnesses.
In fact, there are far fewer people outside the city now than before. Anyone who is able to walk and move around has returned to their hometown after the rain stopped.
They initially came to Kyoto because heavy rains had destroyed their houses and flooded their fields. Feeling helpless and fearing starvation, they all fled to Kyoto.
When they arrived in Kyoto, they discovered that they had no land or house. If they only waited for government relief and supplies, the thin porridge they received each day would only lead to starvation. Therefore, most of those who were able to walk returned to their hometowns.
Actually, it's not fair to blame Emperor Beichen for being stingy. After all, there had just been a war, and the national treasury was empty. The treasury simply couldn't allocate any extra grain to support these people.
Furthermore, now that the rain has stopped, those families still have land and can dig up some wild vegetables to make a living until next year. Moreover, the government has given subsidies to those who voluntarily returned to their hometowns.
Therefore, the refugees who remain outside the city today are either elderly and infirm who are too sick to move, or homeless beggars.
Since Emperor Beichen had given her people, Han Yiyi no longer needed to do everything herself. She had someone roughly count the number of refugees, which was about three hundred.
Fortunately, they only contracted bacterial dysentery, an intestinal infectious disease. The main routes of transmission for this type of dysentery are contaminated water and food, contact transmission, and transmission by mosquitoes and other insects.
Knowing how it spreads makes treatment easier, but Han Yiyi isn't a doctor, and the Imperial Medical Academy hasn't developed a suitable prescription yet. Relying solely on the medicine in Han Yiyi's system, the remaining points are simply not enough.
Han Yiyi looked at Nangong Yuan with some difficulty and spoke.
"I don't have enough points. How about you take me to the palace again to get some things..."
Upon hearing Han Yiyi's words, Nangong Yuan's lips twitched. He wondered what kind of expression Emperor Beichen would have if he knew that Han Yiyi was eyeing his Treasure Pavilion again.
Han Yiyi had no choice. Besides, these people were Emperor Beichen's own subjects. As the ruler of a country, if he didn't bleed, who would?
Looking at Nangong Yuan, who remained silent and only stared at him, Emperor Beichen felt a sense of foreboding for some reason, and tentatively asked a question.
"Things outside the city aren't going well..."
"Your Majesty, those who need to be quarantined have been quarantined, and those who need to be protected have been protected. However, there are still some people who have not yet received their medicine, but now I am also out of medicine..."
"If there's no medicine, but you're missing some medicinal materials, you can go directly to the Imperial Hospital to get them. Didn't I say before that you can freely arrange the people and supplies at the Imperial Hospital...?"
In fact, before Han Yiyi came to the Imperial Study, she had already asked Nangong Yuan to take her on a tour of the Imperial Hospital, where they had already scoured up all the old ginseng, lingzhi, and other precious medicinal herbs.
The head of the Imperial Medical Academy felt his heart bleed as he looked at the medicinal herbs Han Yiyi packed up and took away. He figured that if he hadn't been worried that he would lose his head if the plague wasn't dealt with soon, he probably wouldn't have let Han Yiyi leave the Imperial Medical Academy so easily.
However, those medicinal herbs were still far from enough, so when Han Yi heard Emperor Beichen say to have the Imperial Hospital go and find some, she quickly spoke up.
“I have already been to the Imperial Hospital, but it is still not enough…”
"If that's not enough, then let..."
When Emperor Beichen heard Han Yiyi say it wasn't enough, he was about to say that if it wasn't enough, he should let Nangong Yuan go to those aristocratic families to find more. Suddenly, he thought of something, and the corner of his mouth twitched involuntarily. He looked at Nangong Yuan and Han Yiyi with a strange expression.
"You mean...?"
"Your Majesty, Miss Han has a special method for making medicine, which requires some valuable antiques and calligraphy and paintings, otherwise she would not be able to make the medicine..."
Upon hearing Nangong Yuan's words, Emperor Beichen was puzzled by this strange method of medicine making. He couldn't help but think of the treasures in his Three Treasures Pavilion, and his heart ached again. But now, looking at the empty Three Treasures Pavilion, Emperor Beichen frowned and spoke.
“Miss Han, this method of making medicine is indeed a bit strange, but I don’t have any treasures left here now…”
"Your Majesty, why not have the merchants in the capital donate some of their produce? I have heard that many merchants have maliciously raised the price of grain after this flood, making a fortune off the national disaster. If we have them donate more, it will not only solve the problems of the people outside the city, but also replenish the national treasury..."
Upon hearing Emperor Beichen's words, Nangong Yuan's eyes flickered, and he made a suggestion.
Upon hearing Nangong Yuan's words, Emperor Beichen's eyes lit up. As long as he didn't have to spend money, that was fine. There was no other way; the national treasury was empty, and he, the emperor, was penniless!
"Good, good, good, I think your suggestion is excellent. Let's do it this way. I will draft an edict to have them donate..."
Hearing their conversation, Han Yi frowned. It wasn't that she thought the donation was wrong; she knew exactly what grain prices were like in Ping'an Town, and she agreed that those unscrupulous merchants should contribute some money. But what she lacked most right now wasn't money, but antiques and calligraphy.
After all, in her opinion, even if those merchants would donate money, it was impossible for them to donate the antiques and calligraphy in their homes, so she spoke up.
"Your Majesty, my donation is a good idea to replenish the national treasury and help the people rebuild after the disaster. But what I lack now is not money..."
Emperor Beichen was initially pleased with Nangong Yuan's suggestion, as his treasury was finally going to have money coming in. However, upon hearing Han Yiyi's words, his face immediately fell, implying that he still had to pay for it.
Indeed, even if the merchants donate money, they can't possibly donate antiques, paintings, jewelry, or jade pendants. They can't just name specific people to donate these things, can they? Otherwise, people would say that the emperor is using the guise of disaster relief to extort money, which would ruin his reputation.
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