Who put the yellow robe on me?

"What?" Jiang Chen's heart skipped a beat after hearing Han Qingsong's words.

"Hurry! Go and get a doctor!" Jiang Chen turned and said to the guards beside him.

Then he followed Han Qingsong and asked as he walked, "How is Uncle Zhang doing now?"

"Uncle Zhang fainted after drinking his porridge and moving his luggage from the south to the west of the city. I touched his forehead just now and it was very hot." Han Qingsong answered truthfully.

In a moment, Jiang Chen and Han Qingsong came to Uncle Zhang, and Princess Thirteen and He Xiaowei followed.

"Please make way! Please make way!" Several people squeezed in from the crowd.

I saw Uncle Zhang lying weakly on the luggage, his eyes dull and his face pale. He was holding his stomach in pain, muttering weakly and occasionally making faint groans.

Jiang Chen turned over Uncle Zhang's arm and looked at his neck. He found small purple spots on the inside of his neck and arms, and a suspicious lump between the skin and flesh of his neck.

"It's the plague!" Jiang Chen and He Xiaowei blurted out at the same time.

After saying that, Jiang Chen and He Xiaowei looked at each other.

"Ah? Plague?"

"Is it the plague?"

When the refugees around heard that it was the plague, they immediately took a few steps back.

Jiang Sirou looked at Jiang Chen and He Xiaowei in surprise, then asked He Xiaowei, "Xiao Wei'er, how did you know it was the plague?"

He Xiaowei looked at Jiang Sirou and said, "Ancient books record that the plague was rampant, and the plague god was wreaking havoc. Initially, patients experienced high fever, splitting headaches, and general weakness. Then, palpable lumps appeared between the skin and flesh in the armpits and neck, swelling and painful like peaches, bluish-purple in color, and excruciating pain. Patients often suffered from vomiting, delirium, and drowsiness, and eventually died of respiratory failure."

"Ms. He is so knowledgeable!" Jiang Chen sincerely admired He Xiaowei's erudition.

"Of course. My little Wei'er is well-read and knows everything." Jiang Sirou looked proud.

And at this moment, the crowd seemed to explode.

"Ah? Died of respiratory failure?"

"How could this be?"

"I just bumped into Mr. Zhang, so am I in danger too..."

"It's terrible! I've experienced this too..."

At this moment, an old doctor with gray hair, holding a box in his hand, was led to Jiang Chen by the guards.

After Jiang Chen briefly explained the situation to the doctor, the doctor examined the patient.

"You two are right. This old gentleman has been infected with the plague."

"Is there any solution?" Jiang Yurou asked anxiously.

"Yes!" the doctor said, "Take Chuanxiong, Chuanmugua, Qiannianjian, processed Chuanwu, and Gentiana macrophylla, add double the amount of Chuanxiong, three and a half times the amount of Fenghe, and five times the amount of rock sugar, and boil it."

"Great, great, Old Zhang is saved!"

"But," just as everyone was happy, the doctor said leisurely, "Other herbs are easy to deal with, except for this Sichuan papaya..."

The doctor did not continue.

"What's wrong with Sichuan papaya? Isn't papaya a very common food ingredient?" Jiang Sirou looked at He Xiaowei in confusion.

"Sister Rou, this Sichuan papaya is not that papaya. Papaya is a food ingredient, while Sichuan papaya is a medicinal ingredient." He Xiaowei explained.

"Sichuan papaya is a scarce commodity, produced in Ba County, Zhudi County and other places in Yizhou. The output is small and the price is high. Therefore, eight or nine out of ten people who suffer from plague usually die." He Xiaowei continued to express the old doctor's concerns.

"That's right, what the young lady said is right! Alas! This medicinal herb is almost gone in the capital now." The old doctor sighed.

"Yizhou? Isn't that in Southern Chu?" Someone in the crowd said that.

"Nan Chu? That old Zhang is in danger."

"No wonder the old doctor sighed..."

"Old man! Wait for me, I will go with you later!" An old woman threw herself on Uncle Zhang and began to cry.

"Aunt Zhang, please believe me, I will do my best to save Uncle Zhang!" Jiang Chen came to Aunt Zhang's side and comforted her.

But Aunt Zhang ignored Jiang Chen and continued crying, as if Uncle Zhang was dying...

Jiang Chen and his companions left the crowd, and the refugees also dispersed sparsely.

Jiang Chen patted Han Qingsong on the shoulder and warned him, "Go to the crowd later and tell those who came into contact with Mr. Zhang to wash themselves and change clothes in time and avoid close contact with others."

"Yes, sir!" Han Qingsong took the order and left.

"You have a good disciple." Jiang Sirou said to Jiang Chen with a smile.

"Thirteenth sister, although I didn't tell the refugees their true identities, they are still very resistant to us."

"Han Qingsong is different. These refugees are his friends in need, and some are even his fellow villagers. With him around, these refugees will cooperate."

Jiang Chen looked at Han Qingsong's departing back, and a bold idea came to his mind...

"Is this also the reason why you asked him to help you distribute rice porridge in the morning?" He Xiaowei said.

"Exactly!" Jiang Chen once again marveled at He Xiaowei's wit.

His mind had been on the refugees just now, so he carefully observed He Xiaowei.

I saw that she had a beautiful face, eyebrows like a crescent moon, eyes like autumn water, a straight nose, lips like cherry blossoms, and skin whiter than snow, as if she were a fairy who was not of this world.

She reveals her innate nobility and indifference, and her every gesture is dignified and elegant.

"What are you going to do next?" Jiang Sirou's words brought Jiang Chen back to reality.

"Thirteenth sister, I'm afraid I need your help to deal with the refugee issue." Jiang Chen said to Jiang Sirou.

"No problem, helping the poor and needy is the duty of us, the children of the martial arts world!" Jiang Sirou struck a heroic pose.

"Pfft!"

Seeing Jiang Sirou's actions, He Xiaowei covered her mouth and chuckled. Her laughter was as clear and sweet as a silver bell, and her smile was as bright and charming as the spring breeze.

Jiang Chen looked at her smile and was immediately captivated by it. Only her brilliant smile remained swaying before his eyes.

Jiang Chen secretly sighed: With such beauty and intelligence, she is worthy of being the first of the four talented women in Daliang.

Then he said to Jiang Sirou, "Thirteenth sister, go to the Imperial Hospital and look for Sichuan papayas. With your status as the Thirteenth Princess, you should be able to get some. I'll contact the Yang family in Bozhou to see if we can get a large quantity of Sichuan papayas."

He Xiaowei said, "I'll go find Grandpa and see if there's anything I can do to help."

"That's great! With Prime Minister He's help, our chances of winning are increased." Jiang Chen's brows were beaming with joy.

"Sixteenth brother, tell me honestly, how confident are you that you can win the bet with ninth brother?" Jiang Sirou asked curiously.

"Originally, I only had a 10% chance of winning on my own. But now with the help of Sister Thirteen and Miss He, I am absolutely sure of winning this bet."

"Haha, Sixteenth Brother, when did you become so smooth-talking? However, if you really beat Ninth Brother, you must lend me that golden silk soft armor for a few days."

"No problem, Thirteenth Sister, you can play as long as you want."

"Speak out!"

"It's hard to chase a horse!"