Chapter 045 It's Not Your Highness's Fault
Late at midnight at 11:00 PM, after the last two injections were completed, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
There were a total of 87 patients in the second batch, and 26 survived.
Qin Zhaoyue leaned against the wall in a utterly disgraceful manner, breathing heavily.
The clothes I changed into in the afternoon were soaked from the inside out.
Soaked in sweat, dried by body temperature, and soaked again, back and forth.
Now my body feels sticky and uncomfortable, and I am so tired that I don’t even want to move my fingers.
I calculated in my mind, fifty-two plus sixty-one, a total of one hundred and thirteen people.
One hundred and thirteen lives were lost due to her treatment.
I had been so busy before that I hadn't had time to think about it. Now my mind was numb, and only that number kept echoing over and over again:
One hundred and thirteen, one hundred and thirteen...
"Your Highness."
The Mo team members immediately helped her up from both sides and walked out together.
"Beautiful sister..."
The young man Li Xuan was still in his old position under the eaves, but he looked much better than last night.
Although her little face was still pale, her eyes looked quite lively.
Speech is no longer weak and intermittent, and can be completed coherently.
The wound on his chest had been rebandaged and was only stained with a faint trace of blood. He would not be tortured to the point of self-harm.
Hearing this familiar call, Qin Zhaoyue's gaze dropped.
The firelight in the yard was not as bright as that in the house, so I could probably see his profile.
She forced a smile, "Li Xuan...you are doing well. Live well."
One sentence was already the limit, and Qin Zhaoyue couldn't think of any other blessings.
It’s good to be alive. She has felt the weight of this sentence in both lives.
His legs felt weak and powerless, so the members of the Mo team helped him into the pavilion to sit for a while.
Li Xuan stared blankly at the silhouette under the pavilion, rubbing his fingers, not knowing what he was thinking.
Inside the room, Pei Xueqiao heaved a sigh of relief, his face unusually pale.
He was not a warrior, so he only slept for two hours and spent the rest of the time in the room with critically ill patients, recording the condition of each patient.
The three booklets are densely packed with records, which can not only prove Qin Zhaoyue, but also pass on the method.
Especially if it is handed over to an experienced doctor like Jiang Qingpu, perhaps some patterns can be found from these cases.
If the same disease breaks out in the future, the proportion of casualties may be reduced.
Pei Xueqi folded the three booklets and carefully wrapped them with brocade cloth.
My underwear was soaked through, and I didn't dare wear it next to my body, for fear that it would seep through and ruin the writing, so I just held it in my hand.
"Doctor Jiang," Pei Xueqiao bowed deeply.
He was full of respect for the old man.
The old man fell into a coma as soon as he lay down early this morning. He finally woke up and heard that the princess had started treatment again. He pressed a ginseng slice under his tongue and hurriedly got back to work until now.
"I'll take these files back to the county office first, make a copy and send it to you."
Although Jiang Qingpu looked pale, he was in much better spirits than last night, and the burden in his heart had finally fallen to the ground.
However, this treatment has damaged his vitality, and he will probably need to recuperate for a long time.
He wanted to salute, but because he had been hunched over for too long, he found it difficult to straighten his back.
Pei Xueqiao quickly supported him, and finally had no choice but to agree.
The spirit of Sui Mo is still good.
The training of Qingluan Guard has always been strict. In addition to a clean background and talent in martial arts, the requirements for the state of mind are also quite high.
Don't underestimate Sui Mo's young age. He once lurked in the northern border as a spy and assassinated high-ranking officials of the Shufeng Dynasty.
After that, he served in the army for another year and a half, and had already killed more than a hundred enemy soldiers.
He let out a long breath, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and carefully put away the two syringes.
He stood up straight and stretched his muscles, then caught a glimpse of the conversation between Pei Xueqiao and Doctor Jiang, and his impression of this top scholar improved a little.
At this moment, Meng Jian came forward.
"After this matter is over, I will go to the barrier lake."
If the treatment method on this side had not been effective, Meng Jian would definitely be in charge of dredging at this time. After all, that side is the top priority.
"I'm sorry for delaying Commander Meng for a day."
Sui Mo clasped her fists and saluted. She was not thanking Meng Jian for his assistance in the treatment, but for staying here even after discovering that someone was snooping. Otherwise, she would not dare to give the injection.
Both of them were fifth-rank masters. They were greeting each other, but they were actually using their true energy to transmit messages in secret.
"Can you find any trace of that person?"
"No, Mingyan County is too big. Even if all the imperial guards were dispersed, it might not be effective."
This morning, the princess has mobilized the provincial garrison to escort the first batch of food to various states for disaster relief.
Most of the original 3,000 imperial guards were sent to the downstream of the landslide lake to assist in the transfer, and the remaining people were temporarily assigned to serve as guards for the officials.
Lack of manpower is only one of the reasons; the key is that the man has great skills in light body movement.
He was able to escape safely from Meng Jian's pursuit. Unless the target was locked and a large army was deployed to besiege him, the possibility of capturing him was very slim.
Meng Jian pondered for a moment, then transmitted his message: "I have death guards around me, but they won't take action easily.
When you escort the Sixth Prince back later, maybe I can stop them first."
Sui Mo was not surprised. As a member of the Qingluan Guard, he knew a lot of family secrets.
For example, in the Meng family, every heir is surrounded by death guards trained by the Meng Mansion.
Under normal circumstances, they will never show up and will not obey orders. They will only take action when their master is under mortal threat.
Sui Mo looked across at the opposite side intently. Putting himself in danger, was this the loyalty of the Meng family or did Meng Jian have other intentions?
She didn't know and didn't want to delve into it, so she bowed deeply, this time much more sincerely than before.
Severely ill patients are either dead or out of danger and only need to be nursed back to health.
There was no need for everyone to stay, so after Qin Zhaoyue recovered some strength, they planned to set off back to the county government office.
Sui Mo was accompanying him. The twelve Mo guards had received orders and stood around him in a relaxed manner, but in fact they were all in high spirits.
Meng Jian seemed to be five or six steps ahead, and if there was any abnormality, he could provide support in a moment.
A team of imperial guards were about to leave the house, when at that moment Jiang Qingpu came stumbling over with the help of a doctor.
"Sixth Prince!"
I didn’t know Qin Zhaoyue’s identity before, but after a day I naturally knew who she was.
Even in Mingyan County, people have more or less heard about this person's absurd behavior.
But after experiencing the treatment, the old doctor scoffed at those rumors.
At this time, he stumbled and chased after them, and the team in front naturally stopped.
He stopped about ten steps away, straightened his messy robe, and knelt on his knees in public.
That’s not all, the whole person fell to the ground.
In Dagan, ordinary greetings do not involve kneeling, not even when attending court. Moreover, the old doctor's prostration at this time was already the most serious etiquette.
He leaned his head against the stone bricks and said word by word with all his strength:
"I, Jiang Qingpu, would like to express my gratitude to His Highness the Sixth Prince for saving my life on behalf of this patient!"
"Thirty-nine people survived thanks to the Sixth Prince. The rest..."
"It's not your highness's fault, but my humble learning is not good enough."
"Jiang Qingpu wishes His Highness a life free from illness and disaster, and everything goes smoothly!"
Qin Zhaoyue clenched his teeth, his nails digging deep into his palms without him realizing it.
His shoulders trembled slightly, but he said nothing. In the end, he didn't even look back at the kneeling old man, and strode out...
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