Dad, open the door. I'll bring your mistress back for you.

"Master Feng, you want to take the lives of those patients."

When Feng Yucai heard this, he became extremely anxious and began to pace back and forth.

As he walked, he argued loudly, "Doctor Chen, I was clearly trying my best to save them from danger. How can you say I wanted to take their lives? Please don't wrongly accuse me!"

However, faced with the doubts and accusations from many doctors, Feng Yucai felt a little at a loss for a moment.

Doctor Chen knelt on the cold, hard ground with a solemn expression, his forehead hitting the ground hard, making a crisp and heavy sound.

He kowtowed three times in succession, then slowly raised his head, his eyes filled with grief, anger, and confusion. He demanded in a trembling voice, "We've all carefully studied this prescription. The dosage of just one ingredient, the raw aconite root, is enough to kill someone!"

Another doctor kneeling beside him also had a face filled with rage. He echoed indignantly, "Originally, we thought you were a rare and virtuous official. We never imagined that in the end, you would be no different from that corrupt official from Changye, who only wanted to put the sick to death!"

Speaking of the county magistrate of Changye, he is truly outrageous.

Under Xiao Yuanlang's secret instructions, as soon as he found someone with fever symptoms, regardless of whether they were really infected with the disease, he would ruthlessly drag them out of the city and burn them to ashes.

Now, half of the population in Changye City has been burned to death.

Although this cruel practice curbed the spread of the epidemic to a certain extent, at the same time, the number of people infected with the epidemic in Linwei City was increasing day by day.

Just when everyone was at a loss, the person Feng Yucai sent to Shandong finally brought back the prescription prepared by Shen Chuning.

However, facing this hard-earned ray of hope, many doctors in the city not only did not feel the slightest joy, but instead were ready to risk their lives to persuade Feng Yucai to stop using this prescription.

For a time, the entire Linwei City fell into chaos and despair.

Doctor Chen kowtowed again and said angrily, "Master Feng, please give me some more time. Perhaps soon we will be able to develop a truly effective and safe prescription."

Feng Yucai stood there, his face full of helplessness.

He held the prescription tightly in his hand, but the prescription was like a hot potato, putting him in a dilemma.

Not only did the doctors in the city avoid preparing this prescription, but even after he sent someone to prepare the medicine, the sick people refused to take it.

Although the patients had shocking ulcers on their bodies, they did not feel any pain at all.

In addition, there were rumors that came from nowhere, saying that the medicine was personally brewed by Lord Feng, and just drinking a bowl of it could kill a person immediately.

In this case, who would be willing to take this risk?

Feng Yucai sighed heavily, turned to look at Doctor Chen beside him, and asked in a serious tone, "Doctor Chen, let me ask you now, how long has it been since the first death from the epidemic was discovered in Changye?"

Upon hearing this, Doctor Chen lowered his head and replied in a voice as soft as a mosquito's hum, "Your Excellency, it has been over two months."

Hearing this answer, Feng Yu snorted coldly. He swept his sharp eyes over every doctor present and asked, "More than two months have passed! In such a long time, have you developed any effective treatments?"

For a moment, many doctors looked like eggplants hit by frost, with their heads hung down and not daring to answer.

Seeing no one reply, Feng Yucai continued, "Let's not talk about Linwei for now. Let's just talk about Changye. They discovered the epidemic much earlier than we did, and the city even had famous doctors brought from the capital by the Third Prince. But what was the result? Did you see anyone in Changye recover? Or do you think your medical skills are better than those of the doctors from the capital?"

At the end, Feng Yucai's words were already filled with anger.

As soon as Feng Yucai finished speaking, he turned around without hesitation and strode towards the west of the city.

Zheng Haoyu, his follower who had come to Linwei with him, saw this and rushed forward. He stretched out his hand to block Feng Yucai's way and asked anxiously, "Brother Feng, that's a place specifically used to house refugees!"

Feng Yucai frowned slightly, and forcefully pushed away Zheng Haoyu's arm that was blocking him. He said firmly, "Everyone doesn't want to drink that medicine! In that case, I will contract the disease myself and drink the medicine myself."

Zheng Haoyu couldn't help but show hesitation after hearing this, and hurriedly advised: "Brother Feng, please don't be impulsive! You don't know any medical skills, what if something happens? Even the doctors said that the medicine can't be taken at all!"

Feng Yucai glanced at Zheng Haoyu with a sharp gaze and said in a deep voice, "I don't understand medicine, but I understand people's hearts. This prescription was sent by Shen Jiu. How could my father Jiu harm me?"

Zheng Haoyu bit his lip tightly. After a struggle in his heart, he suddenly raised his head and said with a firm look in his eyes, "Brother Feng, let me go! You still have to take care of Linwei City."

Feng Yucai's eyes widened when he heard this, and he looked at Zheng Haoyu in shock, not knowing how to respond for a moment.

Zheng Haoyu nodded heavily and said, "Brother Feng, I believe you!"

Feng Yucai stretched out his hands and patted Zheng Haoyu's shoulders vigorously, and said with a slightly choked voice: "Brother, I will remember this favor."

……

When the carriage reached the outskirts of Beijing, from a distance, one could see the simple sheds built by the refugees scattered around.

The sheds were crowded and overcrowded, and the air was filled with a sickening stench.

Shen Chuning watched this scene through the car window and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

She thought to herself that judging from the scene before her, Shen Jingwan either didn't have the prescription or hadn't done anything yet.

Thinking of this, Shen Chuning couldn't help but sneer, thinking secretly in his heart: "Since you haven't made a move yet, then there is no chance to make a move."

The carriage arrived outside the city gate.

The place where tea shops were originally supposed to be located is now filled with soup kitchens set up by wealthy families in the capital.

Yun Shuxuan took a quick look and said, "It looks like the city gates are closed, and these refugees are not allowed to enter the city."

Shen Chuning nodded slightly, "This arrangement can be considered as protecting the people in the city."

My eyes continued to move around, and I saw that among those soup kitchens there was one that was particularly eye-catching. The line in front of it was like a long winding dragon.

Shen Chuning looked up curiously and found a big "Shen" character hanging high above the shed.

I could only hear the refugees talking outside the carriage.

"Shen's porridge is still the best. The portion is large and can fill our stomachs. Look at the porridges at other places. They are so thin that you can use them as mirrors!"

"That's too much! The Li family even mixed sand into their porridge. They simply don't treat us as human beings! Ugh!"

"That's right! Miss Shen is still the best. She is good-looking and kind-hearted. She is simply the goddess of the sky who has come down to earth."