When the people saw Song Qingxue coming, they were all a little confused.

"This woman looks so unfamiliar."

"Have you seen her?"

"without……"

Those with milder symptoms have already started talking about her, and some are even lamenting that it is such a pity that she has contracted this disease at such a young age.

Song Qingxue did not explain. She followed the guards and quickly walked into the room of the critically ill patients. She began to diagnose the condition without saying a word.

If the situation is really serious, even Song Qingxue can only frown when seeing it.

"How long have they been ill?"

The guard replied: "The longest one has been ten days."

"It's been so long?" Song Qingxue asked again: "What medicine have they used during this period?"

"have."

"Bring the recipe here for me to see."

Hearing this, the guard hurried to get the prescription.

Song Qingxue returned it immediately after reading it.

The ideas of these doctors in prescribing medicines are correct, but they are only for the purpose of keeping people alive. They can only barely save these people's lives for a while, but they cannot cure the diseases at all.

After examining the pulses of several seriously ill patients, she went out to examine the pulses of those with milder symptoms.

"What specific physical discomforts have you felt in the past few days?" These mild symptoms are much easier to diagnose.

Because they can still speak, they can tell where they feel uncomfortable, so she doesn't need to make too many guesses.

Seeing that she came here to treat an illness, the people were extremely surprised.

Seeing how young she is, she doesn't look like someone who can cure diseases.

But no matter how surprised they were, all they could do now was to believe her.

After all, the old doctors in the city were helpless, so they could only try their best and seize any chance that could keep them alive.

After asking around, I found out that the basic symptoms were fever and vomiting, and the condition was not bad.

After examining the patient's condition, Song Qingxue went to the study, picked up a pen and paper, and wrote down two prescriptions.

"Use this prescription for serious cases, and this for milder cases." After handing the prescription to the guard, she added, "Oh, and ask those victims without symptoms to drink this medicine for milder cases for two days."

"yes!"

After hearing this, the guard quickly ran to prepare the medicinal materials for boiling.

After Song Qingxue made all the arrangements, she opened all the windows for ventilation, and then told the servants serving in the yard to also drink the medicine for two days as a precaution.

After finishing this series of things, it was already late at night.

Most of the patients were asleep, except for a few who were feeling too uncomfortable to sleep and were tossing and turning.

Song Qingxue was so tired that she couldn't even straighten her back, but she still didn't dare to rest. She left the yard, went back to take a bath and change clothes, and then went to Xiahou Chongyuan's room again.

Xiahou Chongyuan woke up after drinking the medicine, but as soon as he woke up, he put on his coat and went to handle official business.

"You've just woken up and you're already sitting at the table again. Even a body made of iron can't stand this."

Song Qingxue strode in, which startled Xiahou Chongyuan.

"Don't come in."

Song Qingxue paused, "What? I saved your life, and you won't even let me into the house?"

The modern ungrateful person is one of them.

Xiahou Chongyuan was speechless.

But he was silent for a moment, and then he said, "I am also infected with the disease, and I will infect you."

"I'm here to treat this disease. Am I afraid of being infected?" Song Qingxue smiled.

She had taken some medicine before coming here. I have to say, Chinese herbal medicine is really bitter!

Although he heard what she was saying, Xiahou Chongyuan still insisted, "It's not good for you to be too close to me. If you have anything to say, just talk at the door."

Song Qingxue felt a little helpless, but had no choice but to agree.

After a pause, she asked, "Have you eaten?"

"not yet."

"I knew it." Song Qingxue leaned against the door and tilted her head to look at him. "No matter how busy or tired you are, you still have to eat. Although you have the plague, it is not serious. You are in a coma because of overwork and skipping three meals a day."

"Got it." Xiahou Chongyuan said, "Let's eat after we're done."

"I've worked with you for so long, and I've never seen you finish your work."

"Working together?" Xiahou Chongyuan couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, and his expression suddenly became strange.

Song Qingxue asked back: "Isn't it?"

Xiahou Chongyuan had nothing to say. If he said it was not the case, it was true. But if he said it was the case, he always felt that something was a little weird in his heart.

Not to mention Xiahou Chongyuan who felt strange, Song Qingxue herself felt strange after he mentioned it.

In order to get rid of this strange feeling, Song Qingxue quickly changed the subject: "Hey, don't dwell on this. I asked someone to make you something to eat, and it will be delivered soon. Remember to take your medicine after dinner."

"Um."

"By the way, how do you feel now? Are you feeling unwell?"

"A little dizzy, nothing else."

"That's good." Song Qingxue said, "You should be well again after taking the medicine for a few more days. You still need to rest during these few days."

"Know."

"I know you, you say you know, but you actually just listen and don't do it."

Xiahou Chongyuan: “…”

It’s not that he doesn’t want to rest, but he can’t.

The matter of disaster relief funds involves more than just Li Chang.

Although he had been busy repairing dams and treating the plague these days, he did not let the secret guards sit idle.

Li Chang's mansion really contained a lot of evidence of collusion among ministers in the capital for corruption, and he also found out that the reason why Li Chang could act so arrogantly in Xunnan while there was no movement in the capital was entirely because there were famous nobles in the capital who helped him to shield the wind.

The people of Xunnan have been oppressed by corrupt officials for so many years and have long wanted to file a complaint, but their appeals are always intercepted halfway and end up in nothing.

He needs to organize the evidence so that he can deal with the relevant people involved in the future.

Song Qingxue did not continue to talk about his health. Knowing that he was a workaholic, she simply asked about the progress of disaster relief.

After all, useless verbal concern is not as good as helping him solve his worries.

"I heard people talking about the dam repair in the yard over there during the day. How is the dam being repaired?"

“It’s not finished yet.”

"This is difficult." Song Qingxue sighed and said, "I can't help you with repairing the dam, but I can help you with treating the plague. You don't have to worry about the plague recently. Just repair the dam first."

Xiahou Chongyuan did not respond immediately, but asked: "You have seen them, how are they doing? Is it difficult to treat them?"

"Some of the symptoms are too serious, so I can only help them prolong their lives, one day at a time, but for those with milder symptoms, I am still very confident that I can cure them."

Song Qingxue answered truthfully, this matter is not something that can be boasted about.

Otherwise, if someone died, he wouldn’t know how to explain it.

Xiahou Chongyuan completely believed what Song Qingxue said.

If it were before, he would still have some doubts, but Song Qingxue personally treated him, and he could clearly feel that his health was improving.

This also forced him to believe it.

Song Qingxue does have quite a high level of attainment in medical skills.

He could feel relieved after leaving this matter to Song Qingxue.