246. The prescription is effective.
Xie Wenling's heart sank.
The situation is much the same everywhere here.
After leaving the intensive care unit, he went to the mild ward in the middle.
The patients here are in slightly better condition; some can sit up by the bedside, but they still lack energy.
A little boy of seven or eight years old saw him coming and spoke weakly, his voice barely audible: "Sir, when can I go home? I miss my mother."
Xie Wenling squatted down and touched the boy's forehead, which was still a little hot: "Once we find the prescription, you can go home to see your mother."
The boy nodded, but his eyes remained dim.
They've been saying this for days.
Although he was young, he already knew that it was a pale and powerless comfort.
Xie Wenling didn't say anything more. He rubbed his aching temples and finally went to the supplies storage tent.
The clerk in charge of accounts was looking at the ledger with a troubled expression. When he saw him coming, he said with a bitter face, "Sir, we still have enough grain to last for several days, but we only have this much medicine left, especially the heat-clearing and detoxifying medicine. If we can't get more, we won't even be able to brew any preventative medicine."
Xie Wenling looked at the stacks of empty medicine jars inside the tent: "Don't worry, I'll have the Prince of Zhennan send some more."
The minor official still harbored concerns: "What if the Prince of Zhennan delays again, or disagrees?"
Xie Wenling thought about the letter he had intercepted and said, "Don't worry, he will definitely agree."
After saying that, he turned around and prepared to go out to find the Prince of Zhennan.
However, a series of hurried footsteps suddenly came from afar.
Shenyang Nong, holding a piece of paper, ran towards him like a madman, his voice carrying from afar: "Master Xie! It's done! It really is done!"
Xie Wenling was taken aback and hurriedly went to meet him. Before he could speak, Shen Yangong pulled him along, saying, "Look! That boy who was delirious with fever yesterday can walk on the ground now!"
The two rushed into a tent and found a boy of about fifteen or sixteen standing by the bed. Although his face was still a little pale, he was able to stand steadily and was holding a bowl of warm medicine.
Upon seeing Xie Wenling enter, the young man excitedly stepped forward, his voice choked with emotion: "Lord Xie! I'm all better! The fever is gone, and the cough has stopped!"
"Completely cured?" Xie Wenling was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at Shenyang Agricultural University.
Shenyang Nong then remembered to hand over the paper, his hands still trembling: "It's from the Princess of Fukang! It's the prescription that the Princess of Fukang found for Physician Li! Look, this is what cured him! I found it this morning and tried it on the boy first. I didn't expect that his high fever would subside in just three hours. I just checked his pulse again, and it's stable now!"
Upon hearing that an effective prescription had been found, the people outside the tent gathered around: "Great! We're saved!"
"In all my years, I have never seen such a miraculous prescription. It is truly remarkable that the Princess of Fukang, at such a young age, possesses such great skill!"
"That's right! I'd heard before that the Lady of Fukang County was kind and a reincarnation of a celestial being. Now she's sent a life-saving prescription. This is truly a blessing for the people of Qiuhe City!"
"I know Princess Fukang! I've heard people mention her before. I must thank her after this is all over!"
The cheers grew louder and louder, and the previously oppressive tent was finally filled with long-lost laughter.
Xie Wenling looked at the scene before him, then gazed towards the capital, and a smile involuntarily crept onto his lips beneath the cotton cloth.
He said, “Imperial Physician Shen, please take the prescription and prepare the medicine immediately. Administer it to all patients with mild symptoms first, and adjust the dosage for those with severe symptoms, closely observing their reactions! Everyone else, do your duty and spread this good news to the people of the city, so that everyone can have confidence!”
"Yes!" everyone responded in unison and turned to get busy.
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Little Tuanzi has been corresponding with Xie Wenling all this time.
However, there were many words in the letters that she didn't recognize.
But it's okay, this won't stump her.
"Princess, is there another character you can't understand?" Qu Zijin sat down beside her. "Come, let me read it to you."
The little dumpling immediately handed over the letter, its eyes sparkling.
Qu Zijin read softly, from Xie Wenling's account of the isolation tent situation to the difficulties of the Shenyang agricultural trial, and finally read, "The prescription you sent has been effective, the first patient has recovered, and the whole city remembers your kindness."
Qu Zijin was stunned for a moment, and his voice couldn't help but rise a few decibels.
"Really?" The little dumpling suddenly stood up, her face full of surprise. "Brother Xie Wenling said the prescription works?"
"Of course it's true!" Qu Zijin realized. "You've done a great job!"
The little prince and princess also came over.
The little princess grabbed the little dumpling's arm and exclaimed excitedly, "Little Moon, you're amazing! You actually cured the plague!"
The young prince nodded in agreement: "I'm going to tell my father, so he can praise you too!"
Second brother: "Little sister, I knew the prescription you sent would work!"
Qu Zijin: "Such good news is rare. There's no class today. I'll have the imperial kitchen prepare some delicious food to celebrate!"
"Yay!"
The warm room instantly became lively, with everyone praising the little dumpling, making her face turn red, but she couldn't help but smile with her eyes crinkling.
Suddenly, the little princess pointed out the window and exclaimed, "It's snowing! Look!"
Everyone looked up and saw snowflakes falling from the sky like goose feathers, quickly covering the plum branches in the courtyard with a thin layer of snow.
"Come on! Let's go play in the snow!" The little princess grabbed the little dumpling's hand and ran outside.
The young prince followed with a smile, and even took an oil-paper umbrella with him.
The second brother found a small shovel: "Little sister, let's build a snowman!"
The little dumpling stretched out its tiny hand to catch the snowflake and successfully caught one.
"Wow!" she exclaimed excitedly, raising her hand and calling to the little princess, "Little cloud, come and see! Snowflakes have corners!"
The little princess quickly came closer and stood on tiptoe to look at her palm, but before she could see it clearly, the snowflakes melted, leaving only a little dampness.
She pouted and shook the little dumpling's arm: "I haven't seen it yet! Little Moon, can you add another one?"
The second brother squatted on the ground, scraping the thin layer of snow that had just accumulated with a small shovel, kicking up a lot of mud.
The little prince couldn't stand his three silly friends anymore: "Hey you guys, catching it with your bare hands will make the snow melt quickly and freeze your hands."
As he spoke, he borrowed a bamboo basket from a palace maid beside him. The basket was finely woven and lightweight: "This basket is perfect for catching snowflakes. They won't melt immediately when they fall into the basket, and you can even collect them to play with."
"And if we want to build a snowman later, we can just use a basket to hold the snow, which is much more convenient than using our hands, and it will also prevent our hands from getting frozen red."
The little dumpling's eyes lit up, and she took the bamboo basket and held it up in front of her: "Really? Then the moon will catch so many snowflakes!"
The little princess also lifted her basket into the air, shouting, "I want to catch them too! I want to fill the whole basket!"
At first, the snowflakes were just scattered here and there, like bits of salt falling from the sky, landing on the ground and plum branches, leaving only a thin layer of white frost.
But before half a cup of tea had been brewed, the snow began to fall heavily.
Large snowflakes, like goose feathers, fell from the gray sky, swirling and drifting in the wind.
The liquid fell onto the lanterns and quickly accumulated, turning the red lanterns white.
In no time, a thin layer was spread on the ground, and it made a crunching sound when you stepped on it.
"Wow! The snow is getting heavier!" The little dumpling held up a bamboo basket, watching the snowflakes fall softly to the bottom of the basket, which quickly filled up to half full. She jumped up and down with joy.
The little princess jumped up and down, causing some snowflakes to spill out of the basket. She frantically reached out to catch them, exclaiming, "My snowflakes are running away! Little moon, don't move, I want to catch them with you!"
The second brother took a small shovel and piled up a small mound of snow mixed with mud on the ground, then called out to the two of them, "Come on! Let's build a little snowman with the snow in the basket!"
"Here they come!" The little dumpling and the little princess ran over and poured the snow from their baskets onto the snowdrift. The second brother then pressed it down firmly and rounded it, with one big one on the ground and one small one on top.
The young prince thought for a moment, then took out two small black beads from his sleeve and embedded them in the snowman's face as eyes: "That's it, we're all done."
A gust of wind blew by, stirring up a flurry of snowflakes that almost blinded the little dumpling.
Qu Zijin stood under the eaves, wrapped his cloak tighter around himself, and called out to the group, "Children, come in quickly! The snow is too heavy; you'll get cold if you keep playing!"
When they looked up, they realized that the snow was already up to their shoes. The plum branches in the yard were bent over by the weight of the snow, and the rooftops in the distance were covered with a thick layer of snow, like they were wrapped in a white quilt.
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