Jiang Qingwan suddenly stood up.
His expression turned unusually serious.
If a heavy rain falls at this time, the lingering plague will seep into rivers and underground with the rainwater, which will cause serious trouble.
Seeing that her expression was off, Qinghui quickly leaned down and asked in a low voice, "Your Highness, what's wrong?"
Jiang Qingwan didn't speak, but raised her hand to calculate the amount of rain and how long it would last.
The wounded soldiers guarding the village entrance rushed into the courtyard.
He was also taken aback when he saw the villagers lying on the ground.
Zheng Qing was about to ask what had happened this time.
The sound of orderly horses' hooves rang out outside.
Mo Shaojun rode a tall horse and led a thousand elite soldiers to surround the entire courtyard.
The two doctors following closely beside him had already dismounted.
One of them walked to the gate of the courtyard and took a look.
His brow furrowed instantly.
"Nonsense, utter nonsense."
“The worst thing about a plague is a gathering of people. This is probably the whole village here.”
Upon hearing this, Mo Shaojun lightly spurred his horse and rode over.
He looked down at the villagers lying haphazardly in the yard, covered in sweat.
Seeing that everyone looked sickly, I felt relieved.
The imperial physician who had just spoken immediately cupped his hands and said, "Your Highness, judging from the situation, everyone has been infected."
Another imperial physician was examining the dregs of medicine on the ground.
He shook his head while smelling it.
“Your Highness, the medicine in these dregs is completely useless. It’s only for treating common colds and won’t cure the plague at all. And even if it’s for treating colds, it’s not very effective. It’s just a quack remedy.”
"To put it bluntly, this is simply treating human life like dirt."
Dr. Yu was so angry that he jumped up and down in the yard.
"Nonsense! This is a prescription given by the divine physician Luo Tian. How dare you call it a quack's method!"
The imperial physician snorted coldly.
"Who are you? A country doctor? You know a little medicine but dare to speak so arrogantly. You got your prescription from who knows where and are here pretending to be the divine doctor Luo Tian. You are utterly shameless."
Dr. Yu was so angry that his face turned red and his neck bulged.
But the other party was an imperial physician, whose position was far higher than his, so he had no power to fight back.
I'm feeling really annoyed.
Suddenly, a clear, melodious female voice rang out.
Jiang Qingwan handed the dried meat to Qinghui, her eyes gazing indifferently towards the door.
"Who said that the imperial physicians are more skilled than country doctors? The Emperor? He must be blind and ignorant."
The imperial physician stared wide-eyed in disbelief.
"You...you have such audacity, how dare you slander the Emperor."
Jiang Qingwan, however, was not afraid at all.
"Am I wrong? You call yourself a royal physician, claiming your medical skills are superior to others, yet you can't even explain the true efficacy of this prescription. You just spout off unorthodox methods. Then tell me, what's in this prescription? What are the proportions?"
A hint of unease flashed in the imperial physician's eyes.
"Stop trying to change the subject and cover up the severity of the plague. Look at all the people in this courtyard, they all look sick. This matter concerns the foundation of the nation. How can you risk the lives of ordinary people to gain fame?"
The village chief said urgently, "Gentlemen, you have really misunderstood. The Ninth Princess is kind-hearted and has come to save us."
Many villagers echoed and supported Jiang Qingwan.
Another imperial physician sneered, "You have all been deceived by her sweet words. Once the plague fully breaks out, you will hardly survive."
The villagers looked at each other, unsure of what to do.
Jiang Qingwan pushed through the crowd and walked out.
He stood at the door, sizing up the two imperial physicians with a detached air.
"You two keep saying that the villagers have contracted a plague. I ask you, what is the cause of this plague?"
The imperial physician, who had just been rebuffed when asked about the prescription, immediately raised his head.
"The symptoms of the plague include pink palms, irritated eyelids, a thick, white tongue, and breathing that sounds like the wind whistling through a broken gong..."
Before he could finish speaking, Jiang Qingwan raised her hand.
"Bring over a few of the people who are coughing the most severely so the doctor can examine them."
The village chief quickly did as he was told, and Xiao Cui's parents also stepped forward, offering their palms and even sticking out their tongues.
None of the symptoms match.
The imperial physician was stunned on the spot.
Jiang Qingwan then looked up at Mo Shaojun.
"Third Prince, who is spreading rumors about the plague and even bringing it to the Emperor's attention, prompting you to lead troops to suppress it? This is clearly an attempt to sow discord between the Third Prince and the Ninth Prince's residence."
Mo Shaojun felt uncertain.
Is the information incorrect?
He was somewhat annoyed that he had rushed into the palace without further verifying the authenticity of the news.
He glared fiercely at the two imperial physicians.
"Do you have reached any conclusion?"
The imperial physician, examining the dregs of the medicine, lowered his head in shame.
The other person, however, was extremely assertive.
“Your Highness, I smell the plague. I have experienced it once before. Xiahe Village must have a plague. However, this plague is different from the past. We cannot generalize based on past experience. The best way is to seal off the village and burn all the sick people’s belongings. They should also take off their clothes and be fumigated with mugwort.”
The villagers immediately erupted in commotion.
"Why should we? We're not sick."
"The Ninth Princess has already cured us. We're fine after taking the medicine. Why are they burning our things and sealing off the village?"
The crowd was outraged.
The village chief looked to Jiang Qingwan for help.
"Your Highness, what should we do?"
At that moment, another thunderclap exploded in the sky.
The dark clouds pressed lower and lower, and a downpour was imminent.
The assertive doctor once again offered his advice, bowing respectfully.
"Your Highness, heavy rain is the worst enemy of plague. If the disease spreads with the rain, the surrounding villages will suffer, and it will be extremely difficult to contain it then. I implore Your Highness to issue the order as soon as possible, or it will be too late."
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