Half an hour later, long queues had formed throughout the entire Jiangnan city. Jiang Jingyi was also busy serving porridge to the people. Looking at the emaciated people in front of him, Jiang Jingyi's hands trembled as he served the porridge.
Then look at the people who received the porridge; their eyes were moist as they stared at the steaming porridge in their hands, handling it carefully, as if it were something precious.
These were not precious; if they had arrived even one day later, these people would have starved to death. Only after the last person had been sent out did the soldiers who remained in Jiangnan City begin to eat their porridge.
"Stepmother, they are so pitiful." Jiang Jingyi looked at the common people and soldiers drinking porridge in the rain, and felt a pang of pity and helplessness.
“What you’ve seen is just the tip of the iceberg. The Great Sheng Kingdom is so vast, there are many places we haven’t yet explored. This is perhaps only what you can see.” Jiang Hua noticed the disappointment in Jiang Jingyi’s tone.
She had seen many such situations during her missions, and she had tried her best to lend a helping hand, but it was only a drop in the ocean. So, when she saw such a scene again, although she was still slightly moved, she was mostly calm.
Until dawn, these people sat under the eaves, unwilling to leave, staying in the same spot as if they were afraid that this was just a dream, and that when they woke up, there would be nothing left.
"Are you tired?" Jiang Hua glanced at Jiang Jingyi, who had been helping her prepare medicine until dawn.
"Not tired." Jiang Jingyi shook his head, his hands never stopping as he picked out the medicine.
"Huahua, there are wounded soldiers in the city," Bai Heng suddenly said as he entered.
Jiang Hua paused in picking out the medicine. Why didn't you say that last night?
"Have Qingling and the others returned yet?" Jiang Hua looked at the herbs in front of her. She would divide them up and take them down to brew. When decocting the medicine, she would also add the spiritual spring water from her space.
"All the doctors in Jiangnan City are dead."
"Ah Yi, these medicines have been divided up. Have them take them to decoct. Add one drop of water from the bottle to each pot every half hour. Got it?"
Jiang Hua got up, took out a porcelain bottle from her spatial storage, which was full of spiritual spring water, handed it to Jiang Jingyi, gave him some instructions, and then carried her medicine box and left with Bai Heng.
Upon arriving at a house, Jiang Hua saw several seriously wounded soldiers lying inside. After examining their wounds one by one, she couldn't help but frown.
The wounds were festering and rotting, so we started treating the most serious ones. Jiang Xingzhou helped by giving the unconscious soldiers anesthetic powder, and then Jiang Hua took out a scalpel to treat the wounds.
After dealing with the second one, Qingling and the others returned. In the end, Qingling and Jiang Hua worked together very well. Jiang Hua directly kicked Jiang Xingzhou out and let Qingling come in to help.
It took two hours to bandage the wounds of the injured soldiers in the room.
"What happened? How did they get injured?" Jiang Hua asked as she came out of the house.
“It’s the band of bandits we encountered yesterday. Because there was no food in the city, a few of them went out to find food and ran into the bandits. They were lucky to escape from them,” Jiang Xingzhou explained.
"General Chu, those people are fine now. They have been treated and have not been infected with the plague. They just need to recover from their injuries."
"Thank you so much, Dr. Jiang!"
Chu Jingchi had already learned Jiang Hua's identity from Jiang Xingzhou; she was a doctor who had come to treat the plague in their city.
"Dr. Jiang, do you have a way to cure the plague in the city?" Chu Jingchi asked respectfully, bowing his hands in greeting.
"The medicine is already being brewed. People infected with the plague should drink the medicine for three consecutive days, and they will naturally be cured."
Chu Jingchi's face lit up with joy. The people of Jiangnan City were saved. When they arrived at the city center, there were already long lines of people waiting to receive medicine.
"When did you discover the plague in Jiangnan City?" Jiang Hua asked casually, looking at the long line of people.
"It started three months ago in a restaurant in the city, and then gradually the people of the entire Jiangnan City were infected," Chu Jingchi recalled.
"Before this, have any strangers come to Jiangnan City?"
"A caravan appeared, their faces were unfamiliar, they didn't seem to be from our Great Sheng Kingdom, but there was nothing wrong with them. They only stayed briefly in Jiangnan City and left after a few days." Chu Jingchi recalled this incident, as he had also asked someone to keep an eye out for this caravan at the time.
Having said all that, everyone present could guess that the plague in Jiangnan City was definitely related to that caravan. Chu Jingchi fell silent, his heart filled with self-reproach.
"You don't need to blame yourself for this. Anyone would have been caught off guard." Jiang Xingzhou gestured for Chu Jingchi to compose himself; Jiangnan City still needed him.
For three consecutive days, Jiang Hua administered medicine and conducted pulse diagnosis in Jiangnan City. The people infected with the plague gradually recovered. At the same time, Jiang Hua led Qing Ling and the others to search for the source of the plague in Jiangnan City.
Initially, everyone focused their attention on the restaurant, sealing it off and keeping the city's residents away. In reality, the clue lay in an inconspicuous well in the city. However, this seemingly insignificant well was the source of water used daily by one-third of the city's residents.
Without a thorough investigation, it would have been impossible to discover the source of the plague. Once the source was found, things would be much easier. Jiang Hua poured the medicinal powder from her spatial storage into the container and instructed Chu Jingchi to leave it for a month without letting anyone near it.
After the plague in the city gradually disappeared, the people continued to live their lives with great effort. The soldiers brought by Jiang Xingzhou worked together to handle the funeral arrangements for the people who died in the plague, leaving no one behind.
"What's this?"
Jiang Hua looked at the jade pendant in her hand, which Qing Ling had just given her. After examining it carefully, she handed it to Jiang Xingzhou beside her.
"I took it from the bandits during the last fight."
I've seen she's been busy these past few days, so I haven't taken it out. Now that I have some free time, I remembered it.
“This isn’t…” Bai Heng glanced at the jade pendant in Jiang Xingzhou’s hand and felt that it looked familiar.
"This jade pendant doesn't look like it belongs to an ordinary family. It looks like it came from the palace. Could it be that those mountain bandits robbed the palace?" Qingyue casually guessed.
“This is a batch of jade artifacts that were presented as tribute by a tribe in the Western Regions three years ago, and this jade pendant is one of them,” Jiang Xingzhou explained.
The room fell silent. These bandits had been harassing the people of Jiangnan City from time to time. They had sent several letters for help to the capital, but there had been no response.
Chu Jingchi said indignantly, but Jiang Xingzhou said that the Emperor had not received the letter of appeal from Jiangnan City.
"They must have been intercepted halfway," Jiang Hua said confidently.
"Impossible, our people handed it over themselves." Chu Jingchi immediately denied what Jiang Hua said.
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