72 Who Made the Prescription?
Bai Wutong’s team was not small to begin with. Now that they had the additional 30 Qinghe families led by the Cui family, the entire team instantly reached a few thousand people.
There were even more of them than the city guards.
With so many people, it was impossible not to attract attention.
However, none of the 200,000 troops sent by Duke Ping to Jiangyuan City and Fengming City stopped them from heading to Ling Kingdom.
Thick black smoke rose from where the 200,000-strong army camped. Bai Wutong’s expression darkened. Qingfeng said, “The army is infected with the plague.”
The 200,000-strong army had already been infected by the plague before they could even go to the battlefield to support the front line. No matter how powerful Lord Ning Yuan was, he would probably not be able to defend Fengming City for long without reinforcements.
Bai Wutong and the others planned to bypass Jiangyuan City. The Cui family’s body immunity was not better than taking long-term medicine. Therefore, the matter of Yang Quanzi offering the prescription fell into the hands of Qingfeng and Lin Yue.
It just so happened that they were going to Jiangyuan City to settle some matters, so it was more suitable for them to present the prescription than the others.
When they separated, Bai Wutong specially gave them a protective mask with a hood and a pair of gloves. After dressing up, Bai Wutong laughed out loud, as they looked a little like a bandit in stockings.
Qingfeng was still calm, but Lin Yue’s face was as red as a monkey’s butt. He muttered, “Must you do this?”
Bai Wutong said, “Why not? This is called effective protection. We can’t miss any of it. When you come back, remember to change your clothes under the ginkgo tree in front. Come back after you have sanitized with alcohol.”
Since Bai Wutong had already said so, no matter how ugly Lin Yue felt he looked, he could only accept it.
Lin Yue and Qingfeng rode their horses and parted ways with Bai Wutong and the others. They quickly rushed towards Jiangyuan City.
The city gates of Jiangyuan City were tightly shut, and the city was filled with sick and pale commoners.
Lin Yue and Qingfeng looked at each other and shouted to the city guards, “We have a prescription for the plague. We request an audience with the magistrate!”
The city guards looked at each other on the city wall and shouted at them, “Wait, let’s inform the Lord first.”
…
With a creak, the door was pushed open by an old woman. She brought out a cauldron filled with thick phlegm and shook her head at Magistrate Shi from afar, indicating that it was better for the old man not to see.
Magistrate Shi was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan. His father had accidentally contracted the plague and had a divine doctor disciple who had been treating him for two days. Not only had his condition not improved, but it had even become worse.
If Gu Zhongxun had not emphasized that he could only give it a try and was not confident, Magistrate Shi would have dragged this divine doctor’s disciple out and killed him.
Magistrate Shi could not wait any longer. Almost 80% of the people in the city were sick. If his father was sick, how soon would it be his turn?
If there was no other way to treat him, Magistrate Shi planned to move his father to the courtyard at the back first.
It was not that he was unfilial. If the old man felt sorry for his grandson, he would definitely ask to leave.
Magistrate Shi was about to look for Gu Zhongxun and ask him if there was any progress in the condition when a servant rushed in anxiously and shouted, “Master, it’s bad. Eldest Young Master and Madam are having a fever!”
As soon as he said that, Magistrate Shi’s legs went weak from fear. His mind spun, and he had to be supported by others to prevent himself from falling to the ground.
Magistrate Shi wiped his cold sweat and barely regained his balance before staggering towards the courtyard.
Their voice arrived before they did.
“Doctor Gu! Doctor Gu! Can you cure it or not?! You’ve also studied the people in the city. My father has even personally tested it for you. Why don’t you give me an answer now! If you still can’t cure the people, everyone in my magistrate residence will die!” Magistrate Shi roared angrily at Gu Zhongxun, who was engrossed in concocting medicine.
Gu Zhongxun said without looking up, “Don’t worry, Magistrate Shi. Zhongxun is trying his best to concoct a formula that can cure the plague.”
“Try your best! Try your best! How many days have you been trying to treat these people? How many herbs have you used up? Let me tell you, if my father doesn’t recover tonight, I’ll cut off your head and hang it on the city wall to apologize to the commoners!” Every day, he heard the commoners shouting for help at the door. Magistrate Shi was about to breakdown. His nose was snot and his eyes were watery, seeming very pitiful.
He had only been the magistrate of Jiangyuan City for a year and had yet to earn enough money. How could he lose his life here!
Gu Zhongxun finally looked up at him and comforted him. “Soon. As long as we try a few more times, Master Shi will definitely be safe.”
“Try a few more times? If you take a few more times, my father may not die on his own. He’ll die from your medicine!”
Magistrate Shi became more and more agitated as he spoke. He pushed away all the prescription notes that Gu Zhongxun was concocting and grabbed his neck. He said fiercely, “You quack! Liar! Bastard!”
Gu Zhongxun widened his eyes and pushed Magistrate Shi away in panic. He hurriedly squatted down to pick up the medicine he had just concocted.
Magistrate Shi was pushed to the door because of his action. He reached out and touched the back of his head. It was bleeding. He was so furious that he wanted to ask someone to drag this quack out, when a servant suddenly reported excitedly, “Sir, Sir, someone outside the city gate claims to have a prescription for the plague!”
Magistrate Shi was in a fit of anger. He waved his hand and said, “Tell these liars to get lost!”
The servant asked uncertainly, “Are you really going to ask him to get lost? It’s already like this. Why don’t we try everything we can?” He glanced at Gu Zhongxun, who was still picking up the herbs, and whispered, “Isn’t that better than the one inside?”
Magistrate Shi thought about it and agreed. He ignored his headache and waved his hand again. “Then take them to the government office!”
Suddenly, Gu Zhongxun, who had picked up the prescription, said, “I’ll go too. If they really have a cure for the plague, the people will be saved!”
“Alright, if you want to go, go ahead. Let’s see if they’re liars.” Apart from being unable to treat the plague, Gu Zhongxun was also a good doctor who had treated his cervical spondylosis for many years.
Magistrate Shi finally regained some of his rationality.
The city gate opened a crack. Someone on the city wall waved for Qingfeng and Lin Yue to enter the city.
As soon as the city gate closed, 10 city guards followed them.
From the back door to the backyard of the government office, Lin Yue and Qingfeng saw Magistrate Shi with dark circles as dark as a panda’s eyes.
Without further ado, Qingfeng said, “This is a prescription that can treat and prevent the plague. There are also measures to control and block the plague. Magistrate Shi, use it to save the people.”
They were so certain that it could cure the plague that Magistrate Shi did not believe them. He frowned. “How can you prove that this medicine works?”
Lin Yue and Qingfeng were only in charge of giving the prescription. They were not doctors. Qingfeng said coldly, “You’ll know after you try.”
Magistrate Shi gestured for a servant to bring the prescription over and handed it to Gu Zhongxun. “Take a look. Is there any problem?”
Gu Zhongxun opened it and was immediately convinced by Bai Wutong’s precautions against the plague.
It was so clear that it was even more useful than the notes his master had given him.
When he looked at the prescription again, his eyes suddenly widened, and his handsome face immediately revealed an ecstatic smile. “This, this, who made this prescription?”
72 Who Made the Prescription?
Bai Wutong’s team was not small to begin with. Now that they had the additional 30 Qinghe families led by the Cui family, the entire team instantly reached a few thousand people.
There were even more of them than the city guards.
With so many people, it was impossible not to attract attention.
However, none of the 200,000 troops sent by Duke Ping to Jiangyuan City and Fengming City stopped them from heading to Ling Kingdom.
Thick black smoke rose from where the 200,000-strong army camped. Bai Wutong’s expression darkened. Qingfeng said, “The army is infected with the plague.”
The 200,000-strong army had already been infected by the plague before they could even go to the battlefield to support the front line. No matter how powerful Lord Ning Yuan was, he would probably not be able to defend Fengming City for long without reinforcements.
Bai Wutong and the others planned to bypass Jiangyuan City. The Cui family’s body immunity was not better than taking long-term medicine. Therefore, the matter of Yang Quanzi offering the prescription fell into the hands of Qingfeng and Lin Yue.
It just so happened that they were going to Jiangyuan City to settle some matters, so it was more suitable for them to present the prescription than the others.
When they separated, Bai Wutong specially gave them a protective mask with a hood and a pair of gloves. After dressing up, Bai Wutong laughed out loud, as they looked a little like a bandit in stockings.
Qingfeng was still calm, but Lin Yue’s face was as red as a monkey’s butt. He muttered, “Must you do this?”
Bai Wutong said, “Why not? This is called effective protection. We can’t miss any of it. When you come back, remember to change your clothes under the ginkgo tree in front. Come back after you have sanitized with alcohol.”
Since Bai Wutong had already said so, no matter how ugly Lin Yue felt he looked, he could only accept it.
Lin Yue and Qingfeng rode their horses and parted ways with Bai Wutong and the others. They quickly rushed towards Jiangyuan City.
The city gates of Jiangyuan City were tightly shut, and the city was filled with sick and pale commoners.
Lin Yue and Qingfeng looked at each other and shouted to the city guards, “We have a prescription for the plague. We request an audience with the magistrate!”
The city guards looked at each other on the city wall and shouted at them, “Wait, let’s inform the Lord first.”
…
With a creak, the door was pushed open by an old woman. She brought out a cauldron filled with thick phlegm and shook her head at Magistrate Shi from afar, indicating that it was better for the old man not to see.
Magistrate Shi was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan. His father had accidentally contracted the plague and had a divine doctor disciple who had been treating him for two days. Not only had his condition not improved, but it had even become worse.
If Gu Zhongxun had not emphasized that he could only give it a try and was not confident, Magistrate Shi would have dragged this divine doctor’s disciple out and killed him.
Magistrate Shi could not wait any longer. Almost 80% of the people in the city were sick. If his father was sick, how soon would it be his turn?
If there was no other way to treat him, Magistrate Shi planned to move his father to the courtyard at the back first.
It was not that he was unfilial. If the old man felt sorry for his grandson, he would definitely ask to leave.
Magistrate Shi was about to look for Gu Zhongxun and ask him if there was any progress in the condition when a servant rushed in anxiously and shouted, “Master, it’s bad. Eldest Young Master and Madam are having a fever!”
As soon as he said that, Magistrate Shi’s legs went weak from fear. His mind spun, and he had to be supported by others to prevent himself from falling to the ground.
Magistrate Shi wiped his cold sweat and barely regained his balance before staggering towards the courtyard.
Their voice arrived before they did.
“Doctor Gu! Doctor Gu! Can you cure it or not?! You’ve also studied the people in the city. My father has even personally tested it for you. Why don’t you give me an answer now! If you still can’t cure the people, everyone in my magistrate residence will die!” Magistrate Shi roared angrily at Gu Zhongxun, who was engrossed in concocting medicine.
Gu Zhongxun said without looking up, “Don’t worry, Magistrate Shi. Zhongxun is trying his best to concoct a formula that can cure the plague.”
“Try your best! Try your best! How many days have you been trying to treat these people? How many herbs have you used up? Let me tell you, if my father doesn’t recover tonight, I’ll cut off your head and hang it on the city wall to apologize to the commoners!” Every day, he heard the commoners shouting for help at the door. Magistrate Shi was about to breakdown. His nose was snot and his eyes were watery, seeming very pitiful.
He had only been the magistrate of Jiangyuan City for a year and had yet to earn enough money. How could he lose his life here!
Gu Zhongxun finally looked up at him and comforted him. “Soon. As long as we try a few more times, Master Shi will definitely be safe.”
“Try a few more times? If you take a few more times, my father may not die on his own. He’ll die from your medicine!”
Magistrate Shi became more and more agitated as he spoke. He pushed away all the prescription notes that Gu Zhongxun was concocting and grabbed his neck. He said fiercely, “You quack! Liar! Bastard!”
Gu Zhongxun widened his eyes and pushed Magistrate Shi away in panic. He hurriedly squatted down to pick up the medicine he had just concocted.
Magistrate Shi was pushed to the door because of his action. He reached out and touched the back of his head. It was bleeding. He was so furious that he wanted to ask someone to drag this quack out, when a servant suddenly reported excitedly, “Sir, Sir, someone outside the city gate claims to have a prescription for the plague!”
Magistrate Shi was in a fit of anger. He waved his hand and said, “Tell these liars to get lost!”
The servant asked uncertainly, “Are you really going to ask him to get lost? It’s already like this. Why don’t we try everything we can?” He glanced at Gu Zhongxun, who was still picking up the herbs, and whispered, “Isn’t that better than the one inside?”
Magistrate Shi thought about it and agreed. He ignored his headache and waved his hand again. “Then take them to the government office!”
Suddenly, Gu Zhongxun, who had picked up the prescription, said, “I’ll go too. If they really have a cure for the plague, the people will be saved!”
“Alright, if you want to go, go ahead. Let’s see if they’re liars.” Apart from being unable to treat the plague, Gu Zhongxun was also a good doctor who had treated his cervical spondylosis for many years.
Magistrate Shi finally regained some of his rationality.
The city gate opened a crack. Someone on the city wall waved for Qingfeng and Lin Yue to enter the city.
As soon as the city gate closed, 10 city guards followed them.
From the back door to the backyard of the government office, Lin Yue and Qingfeng saw Magistrate Shi with dark circles as dark as a panda’s eyes.
Without further ado, Qingfeng said, “This is a prescription that can treat and prevent the plague. There are also measures to control and block the plague. Magistrate Shi, use it to save the people.”
They were so certain that it could cure the plague that Magistrate Shi did not believe them. He frowned. “How can you prove that this medicine works?”
Lin Yue and Qingfeng were only in charge of giving the prescription. They were not doctors. Qingfeng said coldly, “You’ll know after you try.”
Magistrate Shi gestured for a servant to bring the prescription over and handed it to Gu Zhongxun. “Take a look. Is there any problem?”
Gu Zhongxun opened it and was immediately convinced by Bai Wutong’s precautions against the plague.
It was so clear that it was even more useful than the notes his master had given him.
When he looked at the prescription again, his eyes suddenly widened, and his handsome face immediately revealed an ecstatic smile. “This, this, who made this prescription?”
