The waiter said this with some embarrassment. For the sake of one or two taels of silver, he was naturally willing to take Doctor Yang with him. If Doctor Yang went alone, he would not get the reward.
"Ahem, Doctor Yang, after I get the reward, I can give you half of it."
Jiang Sheng laughed dumbly, waved his hand and said softly, "No need, the reward is yours. Thank you for being so detailed, otherwise it would have taken me a lot more time."
"You are too polite, sir. This is what I should do."
"As long as the plague can be cured, I can feel at ease. Otherwise, if I get the plague, a worthless person like me will be the first to die. Thank you, Doctor Yang."
After the meal, the waiter packed up and left. Jiang Sheng lay on the bed and slept for a while before leaving the inn carrying the medicine box.
Yang Er disguised himself as a servant and accompanied him to the gate of the yamen.
The three were led into the courtyard. An old man came over, glanced at them, and whispered, "Who is the doctor? First, identify the herbs before going to the backyard."
"I am a doctor."
"Well, let's get started. Sort out these herbs and put the weeds aside. Once you've passed, you can go to the backyard."
Jiang Sheng nodded, stood in front of the table, and moved his fingers quickly. In less than a cup of tea, all the medicinal materials were sorted and placed.
The old man raised his eyebrows and glanced at him, his lips curled slightly, his eyes warmed up a little, and he praised: "I didn't expect that you are so young, but you can recognize medicinal herbs so quickly."
There have been too many fake doctors recently, and he is fed up with it, so he just uses a bunch of herbs to test them. Those who pass the test naturally have some knowledge of herbs and are naturally not scammers.
"Well, my family has been practicing medicine for generations, and I've been learning to identify medicinal herbs since I was young, so naturally I'm more familiar with them."
The old man's eyes lit up, and he smiled and praised, "It's great to have generations of doctors. What's your name, sir? Does your family run a clinic?"
Jiang Sheng had already thought of the speech, so he came up with it naturally. After that, he followed the old man into the backyard. He thought he would see other doctors directly, but he didn't expect to see the prefect.
The two looked at each other in surprise.
"Master Lin, this young man is called Yang Sheng. His family has been practicing medicine for generations..."
Lin Chenghe took a sip of tea. He looked very approachable and didn't put on any airs. "Oh, Doctor Yang, please take a seat. Let me tell you about the treatment of the plague."
Jiang Sheng whispered, "Yes, I'm all ears."
After an incense stick of time, Jiang Sheng's eyes flashed with understanding. No wonder this man attached so much importance to the progress of the plague. In half a month, a large number of victims will pass through Qiandeng Town.
There's no guarantee that there aren't any sick people inside. If one isn't handled properly, Qiandeng Town might be... destroyed. This is not a joke; this is what the imperial court has always done.
Once the plague was discovered to be out of control, he would simply shoot the villagers and burn the people, without spending a lot of money on treatment. This man was a good official who could prepare for the future.
Lin Chenghe sighed, "Hey, Doctor Yang, have you heard of Liushui Town? Last month... it was gone. Half died of plague, and half were shot and burned."
"I can't afford to gamble, and I don't want Qiandeng Town to become the next Liushui Town. Since the plague may be coming, hiding is useless. Only by finding a cure can we permanently eliminate the problem."
"Don't worry, Doctor Yang. I have already prepared the medicinal materials. You can see the situation clearly. When will we start?"
Jiang Sheng noticed his anxiety and whispered, "Your Excellency, we can start today. I wonder where the other doctors are and where the patients are?"
Lin Chenghe calmed down after hearing this and said happily, "They are all on the farm. There are fewer people there, which will prevent the plague from spreading further."
"Doctor Yang, you must go now. I will arrange for someone to take you there. If you can truly cure the plague, I will definitely write a memorial to Doctor Yang requesting credit for your work."
"There's no need to ask for credit. Doctors are like parents to their children. Treating the plague is my duty. It's a blessing for Qiandeng Town to have a fatherly official like you."
Jiang Sheng stood up, carrying the medicine box on his back, and said with a firm look, "Sir, please take me to the farm."
The carriage went further and further away and stopped after half an hour.
The old man lifted the curtain and said politely, "Doctor Yang has arrived. Food and drink will be brought to you. I'll trouble you with the rest. Please tell the servants if you need anything."
"Okay, I understand."
Jiang Sheng followed the servants to the backyard. Before entering the yard, he heard a quarrel. He paused and stepped into the yard. The quarrel became louder and louder.
"I told you to add Bupleurum, but you didn't listen. Look what you did! The patient has already entered the second stage. It will be difficult to treat him from now on."
The butler brought the person in and gave a brief introduction.
Several eyes swept over at once, they were either middle-aged or very old doctors. He was the first one so young, and many people looked at him with questioning eyes.
Jiang Sheng bowed without waiting for him to speak.
An old doctor interrupted him, "Where did you come from, young boy? How can you study plague at your age? Stop fooling around here."
"Master Yan, a doctor shouldn't judge a person by appearance. Young people have better brains, and they might have some ideas."
"...Humph, you old bastard, you only know how to go against me. Come on, someone assign someone to this young brat. Let's fight on our own merits."
"Each doctor who comes in has a separate small courtyard and is assigned three patients. The symptoms are: early-stage symptoms of low-grade fever, mid-stage symptoms of swelling and body pain, and late-stage symptoms of suppuration and vomiting blood."
The old man who had just spoken for Jiang Sheng said with a smile, "My last name is Bai. You can just call me Doctor Bai. What's your name, young man?"
Jiang Sheng whispered, "Junior Yang Sheng greets Doctor Bai."
"Haha, you're welcome. I made you laugh just now. Although each doctor here has his or her own patients, they still communicate with each other every day and compare the patients' conditions."
"It's normal to have some arguments occasionally."
"Yes, I understand."
Bai He clapped his hands and called a servant over, saying gently, "Take Doctor Yang to the Qingzhu Courtyard and send the patient there. Please arrange for any medicinal herbs needed."
The servant said respectfully, "Doctor Yang, please come this way. My name is Shuisheng. Please feel free to tell me what you need."
"Okay, thank you."
The three of them came to Qingzhu Courtyard. After Jiang Sheng entered, he heard painful wails and turned to look at Shuisheng beside him.
"Is this... a patient in the late stage of the disease?"
"Yes, once the disease reaches the late stage, the patient's body begins to rot, blood is vomited from the mouth, and the pain is so severe that they can't sleep or eat, so they groan in pain."
"Doctor Yang, do you want to go and take a look?"
Jiang Sheng nodded, took something out of the medicine box, put it on his hands and face, and put on a white suit, which made the other two people a little stunned.
Well, although patients who have reached the late stage are basically going to die, they are not dead yet. It would be too...
Shuisheng hesitated for a moment and then began to advise, "Doctor Yang, the patient is not dead yet. If you wear mourning clothes, I'm afraid the patient will go crazy even more."
"Hmm? These are disinfected clothes, not mourning clothes."
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