Upon seeing Shen Feng's current appearance, Song Zhiyu raised her eyebrows in surprise, almost not recognizing him.
His bruised and swollen face and disheveled appearance clearly showed that he had suffered a lot on the way.
Shen Feng's face was dark, and the wound on his shoulder still throbbed faintly. If Song Zhiyu hadn't tricked him, he wouldn't have had to suffer like this.
Fortunately, he had prepared in advance and switched the herbs beforehand; otherwise, he might not have been able to reach Liangzhou City unscathed.
Seeing that Shen Feng remained silent, the accompanying official had no choice but to bite the bullet and step forward. "Miss Song, the herbs have been delivered safely. Can we go back now?"
Logically speaking, a court official like him shouldn't need to be so polite to Song Zhiyu, but the Emperor values her highly, and the Crown Prince admires her.
Song Zhiyu smiled without saying a word, but opened the box containing the herbs and took a look. It was indeed Tianxing Grass.
The secret letter said that Shen Feng gave away the Heavenly Star Grass in order to save his life.
But now, this star grass is lying perfectly fine in the box, which is really unbelievable.
Song Zhiyu narrowed his eyes, a dangerous glint in them, his expression thoughtful.
"Miss Song..." Perhaps because they had something to hide, the accompanying officials did not dare to look Song Zhiyu in the eye, and even their tone of voice was somewhat weak.
Song Zhiyu came to her senses, her gaze lightly sweeping over Shen Feng's injured shoulder. "You two have worked hard transporting the herbs, and you must be exhausted from the journey. There's no rush to return to the capital to report. Let's stay in Liangzhou City for the night and set off again tomorrow."
Shen Feng immediately refused, as he had his own plans. "No, we must go back now. Who knows if we'll catch the plague if we stay here too long?"
"Lord Shen also said that there is a plague everywhere in Liangzhou now, and there is a risk of infection at any time. Maybe the two of you have already been infected."
For the sake of the people of the capital, and to prevent the plague from spreading further, you two should stay in Liangzhou for now.” Song Zhiyu nodded, his tone gentle yet unquestionable, his aura even stronger than Shen Feng’s.
"Nonsense! When did I contract the plague? Why can't I go back?" Shen Feng's anger surged. He didn't want to stay in Liangzhou. If the plague couldn't be cured, he would be finished.
"Is there some unspeakable secret that you're in such a hurry to go back, Lord Marquis?" Song Zhiyu's joking tone made Shen Feng's heart tremble. He carefully studied Song Zhiyu's expression, afraid that she would discover their scheme.
Shen Feng looked for a long time but couldn't figure it out, but he still stubbornly said, "Stop spouting nonsense. I'm just in a hurry to go back and report to His Majesty so that he can understand the situation in Liangzhou."
"In that case, I can't let you go back now."
Song Zhiyu's words almost made Shen Feng vomit blood, but she wasn't satisfied and continued to add insult to injury, "Your Majesty is the supreme ruler, and your health cannot be compromised in the slightest."
If His Majesty were to contract the plague because of you, Marquis, can you bear the responsibility?
Finally, Song Zhiyu emphasized her words, her calm and composed face revealing an imposing aura that unsurprisingly intimidated everyone.
Now that things have been said to this extent, Shen Feng can't leave even if he wants to.
In fact, he couldn't guarantee that he hadn't contracted the plague. Better safe than sorry, so he had no choice but to grit his teeth and bear it.
Only after the two figures had disappeared into the distance did Song Zhiyu call over a servant and instruct them to brew the herbs and then distribute them to the people one by one.
"Hmph, if these herbs could cure it, I wouldn't have gone to such lengths," said the Divine Physician Ming, standing to the side, making sarcastic remarks.
In his view, Song Zhiyu was young and his medical skills and experience were far inferior to his own.
What's infuriating is that I have to be subordinate to her and obey her orders; it's truly humiliating.
Song Zhiyu ignored the doctor's sarcastic remarks. After arranging everything properly, she put down her work, looked at him quietly, and said with a forced smile, "So you went to all that trouble to burn someone to death, didn't you?"
The divine physician Ming's treatment method was simple and brutal: he burned the villagers of Shijia Village, who were the most severely infected, to death, thereby achieving the goal of suppressing the spread of the plague.
If more people are infected, they will resort to the same old tricks, completely disregarding their lives.
"You..." Doctor Ming choked, speechless, his thoughts exposed by Song Zhiyu.
Feeling the disgusted looks from the people around him, Doctor Ming felt extremely embarrassed. He gritted his teeth and said fiercely, "I'll see if you can cure them or not. We'll see."
After saying that, he turned and left.
*
As night fell, the clinic fell silent, with only a few heavy breaths escaping the still air.
The people lying on the bed clutched their chests, their bodies burning as if on fire, their clothes soaked with sweat, looking as if they had been pulled out of the water.
When Song Zhiyu arrived after receiving the news, she had imagined countless possible scenarios.
She used silver needles to draw out the poison from the man's body and then gave him a large bowl of medicinal soup, which saved his life.
"I told you we shouldn't use those herbs, and look, you almost killed this person." Doctor Ming saw everything and was somewhat shocked by Song Zhiyu's acupuncture technique, but he still looked down on her from the bottom of his heart.
Especially after what just happened, he felt that Song Zhiyu was all talk and no action.
Song Zhiyu pondered for a moment, not paying much attention to Doctor Ming's words, but he reminded himself, "Bring over today's dregs of medicine."
Seeing that Song Zhiyu remained silent, the divine physician Ming became even more enthusiastic, "If we continue to treat them according to your method, in my opinion, these people will either die from the plague or die at your hands."
His words provoked the people in the clinic. "Is Miss Song's medicine really effective? I don't want to die!"
“I originally thought that since Miss Song was sent by the imperial court, she should be trustworthy. But now it seems…” Doctor Ming shook his head, his face full of regret, but secretly delighted.
Only after this experience will the people know who they can trust.
"Luckily I didn't take that medicine yesterday, otherwise I would have been the one to suffer."
"..."
Hearing these questions, Song Zhiyu's expression didn't change at all; she simply examined the dregs of medicine in her hands carefully.
"Hmph, what problem could there be with dregs of medicine..."
As soon as the renowned physician finished speaking, Song Zhiyu's voice rang out.
"This is not the batch of herbs I ordered, Lord Shen, Lord Wang, you owe me an explanation." Song Zhiyu threw the dregs of the herbs hard on the ground, her cold gaze fixed on Shen Feng, her dark eyes seemingly able to see through everything.
Upon seeing this, Lord Wang immediately lost his nerve and was about to speak up in defense when Shen Feng stopped him.
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