Chapter 912: Not Enough Medicine
"Aunt Niu, please transfer the patients with milder symptoms to this room and let the new patients stay here."
Fu Zhaoning pointed to the room next door where she lived. Now there was only one room empty.
"What? You still want them to live here? Ahem, no—"
When Chenxiang heard this, he immediately objected again.
"We clearly agreed before that those people would not be allowed to live here. How can you go back on your word now—"
"Who told you that?" Fu Zhaoning said in a cold voice and ignored her.
The five patients were sent in, and Fu Zhaoning was busy settling them down and treating them.
Fu Jinchen also started to get busy.
Chenxiang was so angry that he slammed the door and went in to complain to Princess Fuyun.
"Princess, Fu Zhaoning is so hateful. She is clearly trying to make things difficult for you! Logically speaking, you only wanted to be Princess Jun with her, and you didn't insist on her giving up her position. You, a princess, have already wronged yourself like this, and she is still making trouble for you?"
Princess Fuyun's gentleness is almost destroyed by this illness.
She lay in bed, coughing so hard that she felt like she had lost all hope.
“Cough cough cough!”
Chenxiang’s answer was a series of coughs.
She pressed her chest and felt pain in her chest from coughing.
Every cough was a huge torture, but she couldn't control it. The more she tried to suppress it, the more she coughed.
"Princess, you said before that you dreamed of the displaced victims of the disaster, which is the opportunity for you to be destined to succeed and win the support of the people—"
"Ahem, shut up, cough your mouth—"
Princess Fuyun grabbed her hand.
Chenxiang quickly shut his mouth. The eldest princess had said that this matter could not be told to anyone, and no one would believe in something like a dream.
But all the mysterious dreams that Princess Fuyun had since she was a child came true.
Moreover, she felt in her heart that if she did not escape from Dahe, she would never be able to get out, and would be trapped in a small cage like a canary, and die of depression.
She took so much effort to let Yinsuo pretend to be herself, hide it from His Majesty, and escape from Dahe.
This time, she must find a stable and powerful home for herself.
She didn't want to go back to the palace.
If the envoy of Min State had not been willing to help, she would not have been able to come to Zhao State.
This was her only chance. If she was sent back to Dahe, she would never have the chance to escape again.
"From now on, listen to Doctor Fu, don't cough, cough, cough, and don't offend her again—"
Princess Fuyun finally realized at this moment that she couldn't keep thinking that this illness might be to help her achieve some other purpose and not actively seek treatment for it.
She had to get better quickly, otherwise she would really die of coughing.
"Water, I want to drink water—"
Princess Fuyun had just heard what Fu Zhaoning and Aunt Niu said. From now on, she had to do what Fu Zhaoning said.
"Yes, yes, I will go and get some water right away."
Chenxiang didn't dare to say anything else. She quickly went to pour water and served the princess to drink. Then she drank several large cups herself.
"Please ask her to come over. I need to give her a cough injection—" Princess Fuyun coughed again.
Chenxiang hurried out.
Fu Zhaoning is giving acupuncture to a newly arrived patient.
Chen Xiang walked over, gritted his teeth, and bowed, "Doctor Fu, ahem, please come over and give us acupuncture--"
"I'm busy. I can't get away right now." Fu Zhaoning didn't even raise his head.
Chen Xiang clenched his teeth and said, "Then we will wait. Please ask Doctor Fu to come as soon as possible!"
The eldest princess was about to give in, so she had no choice but to bow her head first.
After she left, Aunt Niu curled her lips and asked, "What were you doing so early?"
Doctor Fu's medical skills are top-notch. If they hadn't committed suicide, even if they couldn't recover completely, at least they would have gotten better.
Now the eldest princess can't even get out of bed, and Chenxiang is shaky when he walks, and it looks like he's about to fall and faint at any time.
It's your own body, why should you be so picky with the doctor?
Fu Zhaoning finally finished his busy work and went outside with Fu Jinchen to rest under a tree.
Fu Jinchen handed her a glass of water and stood behind her again, "Do you mind if I rub your shoulders?"
Without waiting for Fu Zhaoning to speak, he had already placed his hands on her shoulders and began to press them with skillful force.
Fu Zhaoning has been so tired these days. She feels like her hands are not her own and her shoulders and neck are sore. Now that someone cares about her so much and can give her a massage, she feels her eyes getting hot.
"Very comfortable," she said.
Fu Jinchen sighed softly. Although it felt a bit cruel to say this now, he still had to say it.
"Lord An said that the situation is not optimistic and there will definitely be more victims infected. He and Lord You have already had people guard the resettlement site and not allow them to move around. The officials and civilians who were feeding them porridge and medicine and watching over them are also not allowed to go home and have to stay at the resettlement site."
"And the people who went to help—"
Fu Zhaoning hadn't thought of this for a while, but when she heard this, her expression changed.
"Have those people returned home before?"
"Yes." Fu Jinchen said helplessly, "So, according to the speed of infection, some people among the people may have been infected."
"This is troublesome." Fu Zhaoning murmured.
I'm afraid of this.
In the history she knew, this flu had caused a large number of deaths. In a certain city in a certain country, the infection rate was recorded as 50%, and the mortality rate was also very high. In another country, the largest large-scale infection killed 20 million people.
She has spent the last few nights in the pharmacy researching and testing the virus, trying to find out what strain it is and what herbs might be used to treat it.
She also drew Aunt Niu’s blood for research, but she didn’t have enough time or manpower to do it alone.
She only slept for an hour and a half at most every day. In order to avoid falling sick or tired, she gave herself an injection of nutrients every day.
But if there is a large-scale outbreak in Zhecheng now, she and the people here will not be enough.
There are not enough medicinal materials.
Also, if chaos really breaks out, Lord An and Prefect You won't be able to withstand the pressure.
"Will so many people really die?" Fu Jinchen asked in a low voice, "Is it possible that Aunt Niu's family members didn't receive medical treatment or take medicine? But don't we have medicine now?"
And I can live here, at least I can get enough sleep and drink hot water every day.
So they all said hopefully that maybe Aunt Niu’s family died of illness because they didn’t have the conditions to afford it halfway through the journey.
Fu Zhaoning shook his head.
"The medicine is not suitable for the disease. There are not enough herbs."
Hearing this, Fu Jinchen also fell silent.
At this time, in an alley in the city, in a house, a woman was cooking porridge while coughing.
“Ahem…”
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