My memories of the time travel are all from a very long time ago.
No, that's not quite right.
Useful knowledge is always etched in her mind and put to use, while the vague and ethereal knowledge is consciously forgotten.
After all, she was destined never to go back. There was no point in fantasizing all the time. It would be more practical to be down-to-earth and adapt to local customs.
No wonder the system insisted that she come; it was because she had seen similar cases before and had also learned about the situation from her medical student friends.
She herself was a sickly person in modern times, and having been ill for so long, she became somewhat skilled in medicine.
The principle remains the same despite all the variations; perhaps applying it will yield unexpected results.
The only problem now is that she doesn't know much about the medicinal herbs of the Da Zhao era. If the names are different, and she speaks them out rashly, it could lead to serious consequences.
Thinking of this, Wen Hemian came back to his senses and looked at the prefect: "You did a good job. Have someone report the situation to the imperial physician truthfully. You few stay here and check on the situation here. The rest of you, disperse and go check on the other greenhouses."
Wen Hemian selected a few people to stay and arranged the next steps in an orderly manner. Hearing his gentle and calm voice, the prefect felt much more at ease and quickly replied, "Yes."
Next, she led her people to visit several other greenhouses. The treatment there was quite appropriate; the herbs were being fumigated to prevent the disease from spreading further.
After the inspection, Wen Hemian immediately instructed the people around him: "Go and find me some basic books on medicinal herbs, preferably the kind with pictures."
The people who came with her were all personally selected by Xie Lang. They were obedient and useful, so he didn't investigate further and immediately gathered a bunch of books for Wen Hemian as instructed.
Without even having time to eat, after washing up, she immediately began flipping through the documents.
The system sneaked in from the carriage, but was caught by Wenwen Hemian as soon as it showed its tail.
While flipping through the book, she still had time to ask, "You know I've seen this disease before? Isn't that a bit of a coincidence?"
After being suspected so many times, the system remained unfazed: "It is quite a coincidence. But is it a good thing? Host, admit it, you actually care about the people here."
The system speaks frankly and has seen through Wen Hemian's true nature after several years of interaction. In fact, she has long harbored feelings for this world.
Wen Hemian glanced at it: "Nonsense, those are living, breathing people. They're all standing in front of me, how can I not care?"
What she saw in the book was superficial, but the people in front of her were real, flesh and blood. For her, this place was no different from her second hometown. All things considered, she had lived here for more than ten years. How could she not have any feelings for it?
Even if she lacks the ability, she is in a position and should do what she can.
The system remained silent.
It leaped onto the table, raised its cat head, and slapped its paw on the book: "Tell me, what are you looking for? I'll help you find it."
Although the rules of the world have limitations, they are not without loopholes. Based on years of cooperation, the system doesn't mind giving her a hand.
Wen Hemian was taken aback, then smiled: "Thank you. Please help me find these medicinal herbs..."
After working tirelessly through the night with just one person and one system, the recipe was finally completed. The world in the book is no different from a purely fictional world, with only a few names being similar. Thanks to the guards for finding a complete set of books, they didn't have to put in too much effort.
Wen Hemian rested on the table for a while, and woke up groggily at dawn. She put on a cloth, grabbed the prescription, and went outside.
The imperial physicians were also busy, mostly working in shifts. Among them, the most authoritative was the Imperial Physician. She found him and gave him the prescription.
"This is a method I read about in a book before. Do you think it's feasible?"
Wen Hemian had a good temper and a gentle personality. The Imperial Medical Academy had received favors from her several times, so she didn't mention that Wen Hemian was an outsider. Instead, she carefully picked up the prescription and looked at it, her eyes shining brighter and brighter as she read.
The Imperial Physician was so excited that his beard trembled: "This method is quite unique. I have never heard of it before, but it seems feasible. We can find someone to try it!"
After speaking, his gaze toward Wen Hemian carried a hint of admiration and a touch of longing: "May I ask, Lord Wen, from which book did you see this method? May I have a look? If it is inconvenient, please forgive my rudeness."
People who study medicine often have some inexplicable pursuits in the arts.
It was just an excuse. Wen Hemian had nowhere to find the book for everyone, so she could only say tactfully, "It's a pity that the book can't be found now. But I've noted down some of the contents. I'll write it down for you when I have time in the future."
Previously, Wen Hemian was too busy with court affairs to pay much attention to this aspect. Now, she suddenly realized that the methods she remembered could provide more inspiration for the imperial physicians.
As a nation prospers, its medical standards must also keep pace.
The Imperial Physician repeatedly expressed his gratitude: "Thank you, Lord Wen. I will go find someone to test the medicine right away!"
With the prescription temporarily put to rest, Wen Hemian went to inquire about the situation from the prefect.
"Are the people who initially fell ill still alive?"
The prefect shook his head: "They've already gone. I ordered the bodies to be burned."
It's not surprising that the world in the book also has methods for dealing with infectious diseases.
"Could you take me to see where that person lives?"
Without hesitation, the prefect agreed: "Lord Wen, please come with me."
I rode my horse there; the streets were deserted, and I arrived at my destination in no time.
Wen Hemian frowned and noticed that it was a low, dilapidated little house that looked like it could collapse at any moment. She dismounted and went to check it out. The house was in a mess and had a foul smell.
The prefect said, "This man is a notorious lazybones in the surrounding villages. He is almost thirty and still hasn't married. His home is also a sorry sight."
Wen Hemian nodded: "I can tell."
She quickly scanned the area and suddenly heard a squeaking sound. She strode over and kicked the pile of junk, only to have two huge rats dart over to her.
The guards were even faster, drawing their swords and throwing them, pinning both of them to the ground.
The prefect exclaimed, "How can it be so big!"
Wen Hemian didn't answer him, but asked instead, "Did the coroner examine the body at the time? Were there any unexplained injuries on his body, like he was bitten by a rat?"
Upon hearing this, the prefect clapped his hands: "There really is a scar! But he said he injured himself without being careful..."
This is pretty much the solution to the case. Rats carry a variety of germs that are transmitted through biting. Then, the virus can be spread again through droplets from infected individuals or even skin contact. The plague that Wen Heming once studied is similar to this.
It seems to be the instinct of most people to avoid seeking medical treatment and conceal their condition. It's not surprising that the doctor didn't notice, given the limitations of ancient medical technology.
She made a quick decision: "Send people to catch the rats, and sprinkle the entire area where they are caught with herbal water. Rats are cunning, so be careful to avoid talking about them."
Wen Hemian hadn't forgotten that this little thing was highly intelligent and, it was said, even had a vengeful streak.
The prefect was a reasonable man: "This humble official will go and prepare immediately!"
The work here is in full swing, with drug testing and rat catching happening simultaneously. Fortunately, Wen Hemian brought some manpower to work with the officers and soldiers, so they are not worried about not being able to keep up.
But at the same time, a storm was quietly brewing in the capital.
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