Chapter 109 Chapter 109 Diagnosis and Treatment of Epidemics
The hot wind blew through the hall, bringing no relief. Despite the stifling heat, the people responsible for caring for the patients in the hospital wore face coverings tightly covering their mouths and noses, not daring to slack off.
A broad figure presided over the situation with full vigor. Under his command, everyone completed their tasks in an orderly manner. Some were responsible for placing patients, some for caring for their conditions, some for fetching medicine from the storeroom, and some for decocting the herbs.
The person in charge of the overall situation is Huang Furen. If he hadn't lost a lot of weight these days, his back would have looked more sturdy.
Before Zhao Mingsheng could say anything, Hu, the steward beside him, rushed forward with tears in his eyes and shouted:
"Boss!"
Huang Furen, who was giving orders, hesitated for a moment when he heard the shout. He looked over suspiciously and was dazed when he saw them.
"What's going on? Am I hallucinating because I've been too busy lately? Otherwise, how could I see Butler Hu and the little girl from the Zhao family here..."
Just as he was mumbling to himself, Manager Hu rushed forward and hugged him, saying excitedly, "Thank goodness you're okay, Boss! You haven't even sent a letter or heard from us since you were gone. The young lady at home was so worried!"
Zhao Mingsheng watched helplessly as Hu, the steward who always had the image of a tough guy, hugged Huang Furen and burst into tears, and the tough guy filter in his heart was shattered.
Huang Furen, who was covered in snot and tears, realized later that how could an illusion be so real? It was not an illusion at all!
Hearing that his daughter was worried about him, Huang Furen's heart tightened. He hurriedly asked, "How is Yuexin? Is everything okay at home? Why are you here? Did something happen at home?"
Manager Hu tugged at Huang Furen's sleeve, looked him over and said, "Everything is fine at home, young lady. But you, big brother, look quite a bit thinner. You've been working hard lately. You need to get some extra nutrition when you get home."
Knowing that everything was safe at home, Huang Furen finally felt relieved. He pushed Hu, the steward, away with some disdain and asked, "So what are you doing here?"
After being pushed away, Manager Hu seemed to realize that his behavior was somewhat inappropriate. He put away his tough-guy tenderness, wiped his tears and said, "I came here at the request of the young lady of the Zhao family to escort her."
Huang Furen turned his head and stared at Zhao Mingsheng. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't figure out why she suddenly came here.
"It's very dangerous here, Zhao girl..."
"Uncle Huang, don't be anxious. Look at what this is."
Zhao Mingsheng ordered his men to unload the cargo from the carriage and opened one of the boxes.
Huang Furen looked inside and his eyes widened in shock. The box was full of medicinal herbs, including a full box of high-quality astragalus.
Zhao Mingsheng opened the other boxes one after another.
"Astragalus, Forsythia, Licorice..."
Huang Furen's expression changed from shock to joy. Aren't these exactly the medicinal herbs they lacked to treat the plague?
Because a large amount of decoctions have to be made every day, with such a large amount of consumption, the astragalus and forsythia in stock will soon run out. If there is no timely replenishment, once the batch of medicinal materials in the warehouse are used up, the patients will be cut off from their medication, and the consequences will be unimaginable!
The batch of medicinal materials sent by Zhao Mingsheng can be used right now!
Huang Furen looked at the herbs lovingly, praising them generously. "Girl, these herbs you brought are really a big help!"
Zhao Mingsheng curved his lips into a smile and said mysteriously, "I brought more than just medicinal herbs this time."
"what else?"
A cold male voice came from behind.
Zhao Mingsheng turned around and saw Yan Zhuo had arrived at some point, followed closely by Jing Liu.
Today, Jing Liu finally had a moment to catch his breath. Just as he was about to persuade his prince to rest for a while, he heard from below that the young lady from the Zhao family had come to Yanzhou.
As soon as the news came, Jing Liu didn't need to persuade him any more. Yan Zhuo stood up from the desk with a stern face and walked towards the academy.
Yan Zhuo, who hurried to the academy at this moment, was wearing an ice-blue brocade robe and a dark blue auspicious cloud-patterned belt tied around his waist, outlining his muscular waist. His black hair was half-tied up, and the strands of hair on his forehead were slightly messy. A strand of hair fell in front of his eyes, and his dark eyes were staring at Zhao Mingsheng without blinking.
Zhao Mingsheng was about to answer, but he noticed that his face was a little pale and his figure was much thinner than the last time they met.
The image of Yan Zhuo dying in her dream suddenly flashed through Zhao Mingsheng's mind, causing her heart to tremble. She subconsciously expressed her concern.
"Why are you here? Go back quickly. There are patients here who are infected with the plague. You are weak and your complexion is not good. What if you get sick?"
Everyone followed her words and looked at Yan Zhuo. They were all shocked to see his condition and quickly agreed.
"That's right, Your Highness Prince Heng should go back and have a good rest."
"Yes, we are here to help. Your precious body cannot afford to be in danger."
Jing Liu, who was following Yan Zhuo, widened his eyes when he heard this.
Weak body?
He was the first to express his dissatisfaction!
His prince is a man who can stay awake for three days and three nights when he is busy!
After the disaster relief work came to an end, Yan Zhuo ordered Cui Cen to take a team of people to escort those officials who had committed crimes but were not punishable by death back to the capital. Unexpectedly, as soon as they left, a plague broke out in Yanzhou.
Because of the plague, there are not enough people here, and everyone is extremely busy. With the non-stop work, everyone's rest time has been shortened a lot, but at least they can still rest for two or three hours every day.
The one who is really the busiest is Yan Zhuo. From that day till now, he hasn't slept for three days, and no one can persuade him.
This body is considered weak? Then all of them are useless!
Thinking of this, Jing Liu secretly glanced at his own prince's face. Hmm... he seemed a little pale.
After hearing what Zhao Mingsheng said, Yan Zhuo frowned. He was still clear about his physical condition.
He was about to say that he was in good health, but as if to echo Zhao Mingsheng's words, he felt a slight itch in his throat as soon as he opened his mouth, and couldn't help coughing twice.
"Ahem. I haven't asked you why you're here yet, ahem."
Now not only Zhao Mingsheng, but the people around him also looked at him differently.
Huang Furen was even more worried, as if he was facing a formidable enemy. He said in fear, "Your Highness Prince Heng, you are not..."
You should know that the first symptom of being infected with the plague is a dry cough!
Zhao Mingsheng didn't care about the differences between men and women at this moment, and reached out to hold Yan Zhuo's wrist.
Yan Zhuo's breath hitched. The girl held his wrist with one hand, her slender, white fingertips gently resting on his pulse. The warmth transmitted through her skin was warm, and he felt his entire body suddenly heat up. He looked up and saw that serious little face, with a thin layer of sweat on its forehead. Although the face cloth covered most of it, the exposed eyes were now filled with undisguised worry.
Yan Zhuo's heart moved slightly, and his voice was a little hoarse: "I'm fine, don't worry..."
Zhao Mingsheng said without even looking up, "Whether you are okay or not, your own words don't count."
Yan Zhuo stopped talking and just looked at the girl intently. Although he was retorted, he was not annoyed. In fact, the corners of his lips curled up slightly. This feeling of being cared for was not bad.
After a careful examination, Zhao Mingsheng felt relieved. Judging from the pulse, Yan Zhuo was not seriously injured.
But she still didn't dare to let her guard down. To be on the safe side, she waved to the doctor who came with her and said, "I don't think it's an epidemic. Come back and take a look."
The doctor didn't dare delay and quickly stepped forward to take the prince's pulse. He then observed Prince Heng's face before concluding, "It's definitely not an epidemic. Your Highness's slight cough just now was probably caused by overwork recently. More rest will be enough."
Hearing the doctor say this, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. If Prince Heng were to contract the disease and something happened to him, they would not be able to escape responsibility.
After hearing this, Zhao Mingsheng relaxed his expression and looked at Yan Zhuo with a smile on his face. His glance happened to meet those deep eyes.
Yan Zhuo's brows hadn't relaxed since the moment he saw Zhao Mingsheng. He couldn't imagine how a little girl could have come all the way to Yanzhou. Moreover, Yanzhou was currently plagued by an epidemic. If one wasn't careful, one could be infected, and it might even cost someone's life. How could she dare to come here?
Fortunately, the little girl seemed to be in good spirits. She seemed to have grown a little taller than the last time they met. Her eyes were curved like crescent moons, and the light in them seemed to be a scoop of bright spring water. Just one look at them could make one's heart move.
Yan Zhuo withdrew his gaze, and tried to control himself and said coldly: "Have you had enough fun? This is not the place for you. I will send someone to send you back to the capital."
This distant tone made Zhao Mingsheng slightly stunned. She lowered her eyes and said a little aggrievedly: "I'm not here to play..."
Yan Zhuo turned away his eyes, not wanting to look at the pitiful look of the girl: "Jingliu, you go and make the arrangements."
"Don't chase me away!" Zhao Mingsheng grabbed Yan Zhuo's sleeve in a hurry, "I'm here to help! Really, you see, I even brought a doctor with me. The doctor who just treated you is from Ren'an Hall." Zhao Mingsheng pointed at the people behind her, fearing that Yan Zhuo would disagree, and she emphasized, "They are the best doctors in the capital besides the imperial physician!"
If she hadn't said it, Huang Furen really wouldn't have noticed. When he looked carefully, he found that those people covered with white towels and carrying medicine boxes slung across their shoulders were the doctors from Ren'antang!
Before Yan Zhuo could say anything, Huang Furen's face flushed with excitement.
"Good, good, good! You've come at the right time, little girl Sheng. What Yanzhou needs most right now is doctors! Now that you're here, the people of Yanzhou can be saved!"
Yan Zhuo pursed his lips. He knew how much help these doctors would bring to Yanzhou, but he was unwilling to let the little girl take the risk.
Seeing that Yan Zhuo was reluctant to give in, Zhao Mingsheng revealed his trump card.
"I had acne as a child."
Symptoms for those infected in Yanzhou included coughing, fever, general weakness, and then acne. Initially, the infection spread rapidly without adequate protection, but some individuals remained uninfected. They all had one thing in common: they had all had acne as children.
Zhao Mingsheng did not lie. She had indeed had smallpox when she was a child because she was weak and sickly. It was her grandmother who invited many imperial doctors to save her.
Yan Zhuo carefully observed her expression, making sure she wasn't lying, and then he relented. "Okay, you can stay. But you must ensure your own safety and be sure to bring a face mask."
In fact, even if she didn't wear the face mask, with the jade pendant, the plague wouldn't be able to get close to her. But to reassure Yan Zhuo, Zhao Mingsheng nodded heavily, "I will wear it all the time when I'm outside."
Although he was still a little worried, there were still documents waiting for him to deal with in the study, so he couldn't stay here for too long. Yan Zhuo had no choice but to leave a few guards with him and order them to obey Zhao Mingsheng's orders while he hurried back to the study.
After seeing Yan Zhuo off, Huang Furen arranged for the doctors to see the patients first. The number of patients infected with the epidemic had suddenly increased dramatically in the past few days, and both the consumption of medicinal materials and the staffing were insufficient. The arrival of Zhao Mingsheng and his team just relieved this pressure. He took Zhao Mingsheng to count the medicinal materials and put them into storage. Seeing the warehouse full, everyone felt more at ease.
Just after counting the medicinal materials and before I had time to catch my breath, something happened in the west courtyard again.
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