Late at night, after the last two injections were completed, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
The second batch of patients totaled 87, of whom 26 survived.
Qin Zhaoyue slumped against the wall, panting heavily.
The clothes I changed into in the afternoon were soaked through several times, inside and out.
Soaked in sweat, dried by body heat, then soaked again, over and over again.
Now I feel sticky and uncomfortable all over, and I'm so tired that I don't even want to move my fingers.
He calculated in his mind that fifty-two plus sixty-one equals a total of one hundred and thirteen people.
One hundred and thirteen lives were lost thanks to her treatment.
I'd been so busy before that I hadn't had time to think about it properly, and now my mind was blank, only that number kept echoing in my head:
One hundred and thirteen, one hundred and thirteen...
"Your Highness."
The members of the Mo Group immediately helped her up, one on each side, and carried her outside.
"Pretty sister..."
The young man, Li Xuan, was still in his usual spot under the eaves, but he looked much better than he had the night before.
Although her face was still pale, her eyes looked quite bright.
Speech is no longer weak and intermittent; one can now speak a complete sentence fluently.
The wound on his chest had been re-bandaged, and it was only stained with a faint trace of blood. He would not be tormented to the point of self-harm.
Hearing that familiar call, Qin Zhaoyue looked down.
The firelight in the courtyard was not as bright as inside the house, but you could probably catch a glimpse of his profile.
She forced a smile. "Li Xuan...you're good. You must live well."
One sentence was the limit; Qin Zhaoyue couldn't think of any other blessings.
She understood the weight of the phrase "It's good to be alive" in both her lifetimes.
His legs felt weak and powerless, so the members of the Mo Group helped him into the pavilion to sit for a while.
Li Xuan stared blankly at the silhouette under the pavilion, his fingers fidgeting, lost in thought.
Inside the room, Pei Xueqiao let out a heavy sigh of relief, her face unusually pale.
He was not a martial artist, and he only slept for two hours during that time. He spent the rest of the time in the rooms of critically ill patients, recording the condition of each patient.
The three booklets were filled with densely packed records, which could not only serve as proof for Qin Zhaoyue, but also ensure that the method would be passed down.
Especially if these cases are handled by experienced doctors like Jiang Qingpu, they might be able to find patterns in them.
If the same disease breaks out again in the future, it may be possible to reduce the proportion of casualties.
Pei Xueqiao stacked the three booklets together and carefully wrapped them in brocade cloth.
My inner shirt was soaked through, so I didn't dare leave it close to my body for fear that the water would seep through and ruin the writing. Instead, I carried it in my hand.
“Dr. Jiang,” Pei Xueqiao bowed deeply.
He had great respect for the old man.
The old man fell into a deep sleep after lying down in the early hours of this morning. He finally woke up and heard that the princess had started treatment again. He quickly put a ginseng slice under his tongue and got busy again until now.
"I will take these files back to the county government office first, make a copy, and then send it to you."
Although Jiang Qingpu looked pale, his energy and spirits were much better than the night before, and he finally felt relieved.
However, this treatment has taken a toll on his health, and he will likely need to recuperate for a long time.
He wanted to bow, but because he had been hunched over for so long, he found it difficult to straighten his back.
Pei Xueqiao quickly helped him up and finally could only agree with a bow.
The spirit of the broken ink is still acceptable.
The training of the Azure Phoenix Guard has always been rigorous. In addition to having a clean background and martial arts talent, it also has high requirements for mental state.
Despite his young age, Sui Mo once infiltrated the northern border as a spy and assassinated a high-ranking official of the Shuofeng Dynasty.
He then spent another year and a half training in the military, and had already slaughtered over a hundred enemy soldiers.
He let out a long breath, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and carefully put away the two syringes.
After straightening up and stretching his limbs, he caught a glimpse of the conversation between Pei Xueqiao and Doctor Jiang, and his impression of the top scholar improved somewhat.
Just then, Meng Jian came forward.
"Once this matter is settled, I will head to the landslide-dammed lake."
If the treatment here hadn't been effective, Meng Jian would certainly be overseeing the dredging work right now, since that side is the most important.
"I apologize for taking up Commander Meng's time by a day."
Sui Mo clasped her hands in a gesture of respect. She was not thanking Meng Jian for his assistance with the treatment, but for staying there to guard the place even after discovering that someone was spying on her; otherwise, she would not have dared to administer the injection.
Both were fifth-rank experts. They exchanged pleasantries on the surface, but in reality, they were using their true energy to transmit their voices.
"Have you found any trace of that person?"
"No, Mingyan County is too big. Even if all the Imperial Guards were sent out, it might not be effective."
This morning, the eldest princess mobilized the garrison troops in the prefectures to escort the first batch of grain to various prefectures for disaster relief.
Most of the original three thousand imperial guards were sent downstream of the landslide dam to assist with the evacuation, while the remaining men were temporarily assigned to serve as bodyguards for the officials.
The lack of manpower was only one factor; the key issue was that the person's exceptional lightness skill.
The chances of escaping Meng Jian's pursuit unscathed are extremely slim unless a target is locked in and a large army is deployed to surround him.
Meng Jian pondered for a moment, then transmitted his voice and said, "I have bodyguards by my side, but they won't easily take action."
"On the way back to escort the Sixth Prince, perhaps I can hold them off first."
Sui Mo was not surprised, as he was a member of the Azure Phoenix Guard and knew many family secrets.
For example, in the Meng family, each heir is accompanied by a bodyguard trained by the Meng family.
They would never show themselves or obey orders under normal circumstances, and would only take action when their master was in mortal danger.
Sui Mo stared intently at the opposite side, risking his life. Was this loyalty to the Meng family or did Meng Jian have ulterior motives?
She didn't know, nor did she want to delve into it, and bowed deeply, this time with much more sincerity than before.
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