"I know, but have you ever thought that we are husband and wife. If anything happens to you, I won't live in this world either?"
Jiujiu's words made the Eighth Prince's heart skip a beat.
When he thought of the meaning behind Jiujiu's words, the Eighth Prince felt a chill all over his body.
"Don't talk nonsense." The Eighth Prince's eyes darkened, and his tone became heavier.
"I'm not talking nonsense." Jiujiu held the Eighth Prince's cold fingertips. "I just want you to know how important you are to me. Jinyou, I know you want my best, but you have to understand how important you are to me. If anything happens to you, I won't live in this world either. So, I'll go to the quarantine area with you tomorrow, okay?"
The Eighth Prince stared at Jiujiu.
Jiujiu's eyes were firm, and she didn't waver at all.
She used her actions to tell the Eighth Prince that she meant what she said.
Seeing Jiujiu's firm attitude, the Eighth Prince knew that there was no room for negotiation. He could only sigh helplessly. "Promise me, if the epidemic gets serious, you'll take Qingliu back to the capital."
Seeing that the Eighth Prince agreed, Jiujiu felt relieved. "Okay."
Logically speaking, they hadn't seen each other for a long time, and absence made the heart grow fonder.
But when he thought about how Jiujiu was going to the quarantine area with him tomorrow to see those who were infected with the plague, the eighth prince felt as if there was a big stone in his heart that was very heavy.
The next day.
After watching Jiujiu finish her breakfast, the Eighth Prince took Jiujiu, who had disguised herself, and the imperial doctor to the quarantine area.
Outside the quarantine area, they covered their mouths and noses with cotton handkerchiefs before entering the quarantine area.
The quarantine area was made of a small village.
The flood didn't cause too much damage to the village, but the plague dealt a fatal blow to the village.
Eight out of ten people in the village had the plague.
After entering the village and walking less than ten meters, he saw a boy with a sallow face and skin that looked like a dummy made of bones sitting at the entrance.
Seeing Jiujiu and the others come in, the boy faintly looked at Jiujiu and the others. His eyes were like thick ink that could not be melted, without a trace of light. Then, he quickly lowered his head.
This was an expression of despair.
Walking towards the little boy, Jiujiu saw that the little boy's face was unusually red.
It was obvious that this child had been infected with the plague.
He knew very well what would happen to those who were infected with the plague.
The plague had turned a child who was supposed to be lively and cheerful into a silent person waiting for death.
The boy's appearance made everyone who came in feel very heavy.
The imperial physician quickly walked to the boy's side and held the boy's wrist to take his pulse.
However, the plague was different from ordinary illnesses. After taking the pulse, the imperial physician couldn't tell what was wrong and could only try to prescribe medicine.
After the imperial physician finished taking the boy's pulse, Jiujiu took the boy's other hand and also took the boy's pulse.
The imperial physician took the boy's pulse while the Eighth Prince stood quietly and waited for the result. The moment Jiujiu held the boy's hand, the Eighth Prince's heart jumped to his throat. Without thinking, he pulled Jiujiu into his suspicion and said angrily, "What are you doing?"
The Eighth Prince's sudden anger confused everyone who came in.
Jiujiu brushed away the Eighth Prince's hand that was holding her arm and said with a straight face, "I'm taking his pulse."
"The imperial physician can deal with the plague. You're just an apprentice. What can you do to help?"
The Eighth Prince looked at Jiujiu's hand that was holding the boy's wrist and his brows rose into a small hill.
The plague was scary not because it was difficult to cure, but because it could be transmitted through contact.
Even a strong man couldn't escape, let alone a weak woman like Jiujiu.
God knows, when Jiujiu touched the boy, he was so scared that he almost stopped breathing.
"Although I'm just an apprentice, I want to do my best."
Jiujiu held the boy's wrist again and asked softly, "Is your body hot? Do you feel dizzy? Does your mouth taste bitter? Do you have pimples on your body?"
Although the imperial physician also took the boy's pulse, his actions were particularly disdainful. After taking the pulse, he immediately wiped his hand with a handkerchief. His actions were clearly very disdainful.
And Jiujiu didn't show any disdain in her actions or words. This made the boy feel for the first time what it was like to be treated as an equal.
Jiujiu's actions made his heart, which had turned into a dry desert, grow with grass and become an oasis.
The boy obediently answered Jiujiu's questions and even told Jiujiu some of his subtle feelings.
After the boy finished speaking, Jiujiu roughly knew what kind of illness the boy was suffering from.
She turned to look at the prescription written by the imperial physician and said directly, "This prescription won't work."
The imperial physician was a well-known physician and had been immersed in the medical field for decades. Even if he had a good temper, he couldn't help but feel angry when an unknown apprentice said that his prescription wouldn't work.
The hot-tempered Imperial Physician Wang said without thinking, "You said that this prescription won't work, then how should I prescribe it?"
Jiujiu looked at the boy who was sitting at the side and whose eyes were shining because of her actions, and said, "The patients with the plague have a fever and weak spleen and stomach. The amount of medicine in your prescription is too heavy and will harm the spleen and stomach. Drinking it can cure the fever, but it will do no good to the patients with the plague."
Imperial Physician Wang only wanted to treat the illness, but he didn't think that the patients with the plague would have weak spleen and stomach. He instantly understood.
"Then according to your suggestion, how should I prescribe this prescription?"
Jiujiu pondered for a moment, then picked up a brush and quickly wrote down a prescription.
She handed the prescription to Imperial Physician Wang.
Imperial Physician Wang took the prescription and looked at it carefully for a moment, then praised it repeatedly, "Wonderful, wonderful."
Jiujiu's prescription was improved on his. She removed the herbs that were bad for the spleen and stomach and added some medicine that was warm and nourishing. This way, it was indeed more exquisite than the prescription he had just given.
Imperial Physician Wang was the most skilled of all the imperial physicians, so when Imperial Physician Wang said that it was good, the others naturally had no objections.
After seeing a few more patients with similar symptoms to the boy, they prescribed medicine according to Jiujiu's prescription.
Every morning and evening, every patient would come to collect medicine and food.
As for the patients outside who didn't have the plague, under Jiujiu's suggestion, they would also drink medicine for three days to prevent the plague from spreading.
Jiujiu's prescription was the right medicine, and the Eighth Prince had his subordinates brew medicine every day to give to the people in the quarantine area. Very quickly, news of success came from the front lines.
Aside from those who had died from the plague, everyone who had taken the medicine had their conditions improved. Even the boy who had taken the medicine at the beginning had recovered.
The Eighth Prince looked at Jiujiu, who was sitting next to his bed and swinging her legs. His eyes darkened, "I understand. You can leave."
Since the founding of the country, this was the first time that the plague had been conquered.
Li Qing was overjoyed and quickly left to share this good news with the others.
The news that the plague had been cured was naturally reported to the emperor.
Because this was the first time that the plague had been conquered, it was reported in an urgent manner.
The Third Prince had just arrived in the capital and told Imperial Concubine Li that the Eighth Prince had been delusional in wanting to cure the plague. Now, it seemed that things were looking grim.
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