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I don’t know if God heard everyone’s prayers, but the rainy weather gradually cleared up.

The sun is shining brightly, bringing with it the steaming heat, as if summer is about to arrive.

In early March, Xiyu finally received another letter from Yinzhen, but the news that came with the bright sun was not good news.

The sudden flood caused many people to be buried in the water. The flood was slow to recede, and these corpses were soaked in the water for a long time, becoming food for fish. They were torn beyond recognition and gradually rotted, breeding a large number of bacteria.

When the flood receded, a horrific scene appeared before the eyes: corpses were scattered all over the ground and the air was filled with a strong stench of decay.

What was even worse was that in the following days, the sun was shining brightly, but some people in Huai'an had fever, cough, vomiting, and abnormal flushing all over their body...

The symptoms varied, but they all indicated that this disease was not simple. The experienced doctor concluded that it was a plague.

When Xiyu saw the word "plague", his pupils suddenly shrank. From ancient times to the present, every plague has caused countless deaths and casualties, not to mention when it follows a flood.

Does God want Huai'an to become a ghost town?

Her heart was beating abnormally and she felt indescribable panic.

Xiyu stood up from the chaise longue and wrote down all the prescriptions she could think of for treating the plague based on the symptoms of the plague.

Because she was not sure whether it would be effective or which one would be effective, she wrote down many plans to try and left it to the other party to decide.

Considering those who have not yet fallen ill, she wrote a lot of preventive prescriptions and methods, such as disinfection with strong alcohol/quicklime, and wearing gloves and masks when in contact with patients...

From dawn to dusk, the papers filled with words became more and more, reaching a thickness of a finger.

The moment Xiyu handed the letter to Gao Wuyong to send out, her heart calmed down a little.

Knowing the importance of the letter, the person in charge of the delivery on the road rode as fast as he could, and countless horses died. Finally, on the evening of the fourth day, the letter was delivered to the outskirts of Huai'an City.

When Yinzhen received the letter, everyone was still discussing how to deal with the plague in Kangxi's tent.

He took the letter and walked aside. When he saw what was written on it, his eyes were bloodshot and his pupils trembled unsteadily. Then he quickly walked to the center of the crowd.

"Father, I have some prescriptions for preventing and treating the plague. I wonder if they can be of any use to you?"

He handed over the thick stack of papers in his hand.

There was a hint of ambiguity in the eldest prince's eyes as he looked at him.

Kangxi took out the plan for plague prevention and control, and gave the remaining prescriptions to the imperial physicians and folk doctors who were fighting the plague together for review.

After working non-stop for several days, many people's eyes became dull.

But when they saw these prescriptions, their eyes lit up, they were immediately excited, and praised the many talented people in the capital.

"Your Majesty, these prescriptions are very good. We can select some according to the symptoms of the patients and try the medicines on them one by one. If the symptoms are alleviated, they can be used on a large scale."

Zhao Guicheng, director of the Imperial Medical Bureau, said.

Hearing this, Emperor Kangxi was delighted and immediately made the decision, "My dear ministers, please work hard to select them overnight, and then copy and distribute these prescriptions and prevention measures in order. The people in the city are still living in dire straits, and we can't delay any longer."

The imperial doctors moved to another tent to finalize the plan, while the fifth prince, the seventh prince, and the eighth prince were sent to the nearby provincial capital to purchase liquor, quicklime, and some already determined medicinal materials.

After everyone left, Kangxi smiled and patted Yinzhen on the shoulder in appreciation, "You have a good wife!"

Yinzhen bowed and clasped his fists, explaining, "Your Majesty, you are too kind. These were mainly thought out by Zhao Kuangsheng, the Imperial Physician. She was just assisting him, but she didn't contribute much."

Although he said this, he knew very well in his heart that these prescriptions and preventive measures must have come from the young lady's hands.

But he has known Zhao Kuangsheng for many years and knows him very well.

Zhao Kuangsheng's expertise is not in treating the plague, so it is basically impossible for him to write such a comprehensive plan.

But the bird that sticks its head out gets shot. The eldest brother and the second brother have been fighting for many years, and they cannot let the young concubine take the limelight at this time.

"Eh..." Kangxi smiled and shook his head, interrupting his modest remarks, "You and your wife have both made contributions this time, I will remember it in my heart, you go back and have a good rest tonight."

Yinzhen bowed and took his leave, and happened to meet the eldest prince and the third prince at the door, and they stopped him.

"Old Four, what did the Emperor say to you?"

The third prince came forward, gently bumped his arm and asked.

"The Emperor told us to rest well. We still have a tough battle to fight, and we must not exhaust ourselves."

Yinzhen said in a calm voice, standing there with a calm expression.

The eldest prince remained silent throughout the whole process and no one knew what he was thinking.

"It's getting late. My brother hasn't slept for a long time. I'll go back and rest first."

Yinzhen bowed to the two of them and walked away first.

At the hour of Mao the next day, all the princes and ministers gathered in Kangxi's tent.

The final plan has been decided, but if the people in the city are to cooperate with the trial of the prescription, first of all, they must be persuaded by both emotion and reason; secondly, there must definitely be a person of noble status in the city to reassure the people and let them know that the court has not given up on them.

There was total silence in the tent.

Kangxi leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes and thought, tapping the table with his index finger.

Every time the drum was struck, the princes felt a pang in their hearts.

Entering the city and eating and living with the people is tantamount to handing your life over to the plague. Even if you take more precautions, there is a great possibility of being infected, not to mention that no good treatment plan has been developed yet.

If you get sick, you won’t know how you will die.

Most people were worried that they would be chosen by the Emperor, so they tried their best to hold their breath and reduce their presence.

After a while, the sound of fingers tapping on the table disappeared completely. Kangxi slowly opened his eyes and asked calmly, "Yinzhi, what do you think?"

The eldest prince, whose name was called, shuddered all over, hiding the nervousness in his eyes, and said stumblingly:

"I think the fourth son is the best candidate. The prescription and treatment methods for the plague were also brought out by the fourth son. He should know them best. Moreover, the fourth son is the adopted son of Empress Xiaoyiren, so his status is also noble enough."

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone in the tent changed their expressions.

There was a glimmer of understanding in Yinzhen's eyes, but he didn't really care whether he was the final candidate. To him, it was just a mixed bag of good and bad.

The Eighth Prince, who was standing at the back of the crowd, had a gloomy look in his eyes that was difficult to conceal.

What does the boss mean by this? He is of humble origin?