Jun Molin appeared and calmed the people in the camp, bringing temporary peace to the camp.
Yun Qingran gathered all the people who had fainted and contracted the plague in one place; those who had been in close contact with these people were gathered in another place; and those who had neither contracted the plague nor had been in close contact with the patients were gathered in yet another place.
"Jun Molin, why are you here? You're not wearing any protective gear." Yun Qingran only had time to ask Jun Molin after she finished her work.
"His Majesty has entrusted me with handling the matter of the plague outbreak among the displaced people," Jun Molin replied.
"Is His Majesty really not going to abandon us?" Yun Qingran leaned closer to Jun Molin and asked softly.
Her delicate, beautiful face suddenly magnified, becoming even more breathtakingly beautiful, accompanied by an alluring fragrance. Jun Molin's body instantly stiffened, his mind going blank.
"Hmm?" Yun Qingran saw that he was not speaking and seemed to be in a daze, so she tilted her head and reminded him.
This head tilting technique was so insidious that Jun Mo took a half step back, looked away, and coughed to cover his hoarse voice from nervousness.
"Don't worry, His Majesty will not abandon you."
"That's great." Yun Qingran clenched her fist. With the external threat resolved, the main task now was to find a cure for the plague.
"How confident are you about this plague?" Jun Molin asked.
"This plague is called Corpse Plague. If you get infected with it, you will have a high fever for the first ten days, then your skin will ulcerate for the next ten days, and then the virus will attack your internal organs for the next ten days. If it is not cured, you will die within a month. To be honest, I don't have any clue yet," Yun Qingran said, looking at Jun Molin with a serious expression.
"It's so serious!" Jun Molin hadn't expected the plague to be so severe.
"Yes, we don't have much time left." Yun Qingran felt immense pressure.
"Medical books, herbs, plague records. What do you need?" Jun Molin asked.
"I need them all." Yun Qingran accepted all offers.
"Mm." After replying with this word, Jun Molin turned and left to make the arrangements.
Yun Qingran then went to the wooden hut where the patients were staying to check on them.
"Miss Yun, their fevers won't go down, what should we do?" Old Li's face was covered with gauze, and he was wearing leather gloves, fully protected.
"First, wipe them down with strong liquor to lower their temperature physically. I'll go and get a prescription for fever reduction and have someone brew it for them." Yun Qingran looked at the patients, whose faces were flushed, with a grave expression.
"Yes, Miss Yun." Old Li nodded in agreement.
"Uncle Li, you must pay attention to protection. After touching the patient, you must disinfect your hands with white wine," Yun Qingran instructed Old Li.
"Miss Yun, don't worry, we'll be careful." Old Li gave Yun Qingran a reassuring look.
Yun Qingjun Mo Lin moved very quickly, and within two hours he had moved the Imperial Medical Academy's books on the plague, plague records, and various medicinal materials to the camp.
"So many?" Yun Qingran was stunned as she looked at the mountain of books and medicinal herbs.
"It was sent by the Imperial Hospital. They told you to use it as you please." Jun Molin said, his hands behind his back, avoiding Yun Qingran's eyes.
"The Imperial Medical Academy is quite good," Yun Qingran praised.
Imperial Medical Academy: None of you know anything, folks. The Northern Cold King's men stormed into the Imperial Medical Academy and emptied it out without even asking for our consent.
Yun Qingran planned to look at the plague records first. She started moving the plague records, and Jun Molin saw this and followed suit.
The subordinates who had been by Jun Molin's side for years were stunned by what they saw. His Highness the Prince of Beihan was actually helping people move things, and he was docile and obedient throughout, just like a puppy.
After the plague records were moved into the room, it was already late. Yun Qingran lit a candle and began to read the records.
Jun Molin and his son Yunxiao accompanied her as they searched for records about the Corpse Disease.
Winter is slowly passing, and the footsteps of spring have begun. The once chilly night winds are gradually warming up.
Time always flies when you're focused. The night breeze gradually calmed down, and the sky began to lighten with the first hint of dawn.
"Sigh~" Yun Qingran sighed deeply. She had searched all night but found no records of the corpse disease.
Has this never happened before in this world? Is this the first time it has happened?
"Let's go and rest. We'll come back to find you after we've rested a bit," Yun Qingran said to the other three people, putting down her book.
"Okay. Ranran, get some sleep. The imperial physicians in the Imperial Hospital are also looking for ways to treat the plague, so don't put too much pressure on yourself." Yunxiao looked at the dark circles under her daughter's eyes and felt very distressed.
"Okay, I understand." Yun Qingran nodded obediently, then went back to her room to rest.
After seeing that their daughter/sister had gone back to her room to rest, Yunxiao and Yun Qingbi bid farewell to Junmo and went back to their own rooms to rest.
After hearing her father and elder brother go back to their rooms to rest, Yun Qingran tiptoed out of her room again. The situation was critical, with the lives of more than 10,000 refugees at stake. She couldn't sleep, and she didn't dare to sleep.
"Ah!" Yun Qingran closed the door and turned around to see Jun Molin standing not far away, carrying the plague records he hadn't finished reading. She was startled.
"Your Highness, why aren't you going to sleep?" Yun Qingran asked him.
"And you, why are you out again?" Jun Molin asked her in return.
"I can't sleep." Yun Qingran walked to his side and helped him move.
"You have to sleep even if you can't. Can you last a month?" Jun Molin stopped and asked her.
"It should be possible," Yun Qingran replied earnestly.
Jun Molin remained silent and continued taking notes.
"Your Highness, Prince of Beihan, please keep an eye on things while I go do my rounds." After finishing moving the records, Yun Qingran yawned, changed into her protective suit, and went to do her rounds.
The protective suit is a one-piece garment made of cowhide, invented by Yun Qingran.
After Yun Qingran left, Jun Molin gently tapped the table. A shadow guard climbed in through the window, knelt on one knee before him with clasped hands, and said, "Your Highness."
"Tell those useless people in the Imperial Medical Academy to hurry up and find a way to treat the Corpse Plague. Also, issue a bounty in the martial arts world for information about the Corpse Plague and its treatment. There will be a hefty reward," Jun Molin said to the Shadow Guard.
"Yes, I will immediately inform the people outside and have them do it." After answering, the shadow guard flipped over and climbed out of the window again, as if no one had come in.
Yun Qingran arrived at the area where plague patients were staying and found that there were many more patients today.
"Uncle Li, how many new patients have been admitted today?" Yun Qingran asked Old Li.
"Six hundred." Although Old Li's face was covered, you could see that his eyes were full of exhaustion and worry.
At this rate, it won't be long before the entire camp, with over ten thousand people, is infected with the plague.
"Will the fever-reducing decoction work?" Yun Qingran had already anticipated this result and was not too surprised, but she still felt a lot of pressure.
"It works, but it can't completely reduce the fever, and it stops working after two or three hours," Old Li replied.
"Have them drink the herbal medicine every three hours. Don't let them have a persistent high fever. If the fever-reducing medicine doesn't bring it down, wipe them with white wine." Yun Qingran didn't have any other options for the time being.
"Yes, Miss Yun."
After speaking with Old Li, Yun Qingran checked on the patients, took their pulses, recorded the changes in their pulses, and then went back to continue reviewing the plague records.
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