The delicate cannon fodder is stunning, saving the male supporting role but getting teased instead

Wenrou nodded and took the handkerchief, but held it in her hand without wiping her eyes. Instead, she said, "The environment here is too bad. All the patients are crowded together, which is not conducive to their recuperation." This place is actually an open space with some straw huts built to shelter from wind and rain. There are many patients crowded on the open space, some lying or sitting, all looking haggard.

Yan Heng looked up, thought for a moment, and said to the prefect, "Most of the wealthy families in the city must have left. Go see if there's a vacant house and transfer the patient there."

"This... It's not good for Your Highness to break into an empty house." The prefect hesitated.

Yan Heng glanced at him and said, "I'll take care of anything that happens later." Then the prefect ordered the soldiers to take action and start knocking on doors every house in the wealthy area.

"Did this girl figure out anything?" Yan Jin asked from the side.

"Let's go out and talk about it." Wenrou didn't want to discuss his illness in front of the old man, so she said.

After returning to the prefect's residence, everyone began discussing the people's illnesses. Imperial Physician Wang had just taken the pulses of several patients. He stroked his beard and said, "Alas, these patients' conditions have reached their most serious stage. If we had been a little later, I'm afraid another batch would have died." He then looked at Yan Heng and said, "Your Highness, the most urgent task is to distribute the first course of medicine to everyone."

Yan Heng nodded. They had brought several carts of medicine this time, and hundreds more were on their way. Without having time to think about anything else, the prefect mobilized everyone in the city who was not ill, and began boiling medicine in dozens of pots.

When they heard that it was the prince who brought the miracle medicine, everyone was very excited. After all, the sick people were their relatives and friends. Without much explanation, everyone came to help. After all, they had been in despair for too long, and now there was a glimmer of hope, everyone wanted to grab it.

Some people helped to boil the medicine, and some helped to transfer the patients.

Seeing this, Shangguan Qing couldn't help but say to Yan Jin, "If they mess around like this, something bad will happen. It won't be long before even those who aren't sick will be infected."

Hearing this, Yan Jin's eyes were very calm. This Lan City was a blood pit. Since Yan Heng wanted to jump in, he must help him. Yan Jin was worried about how to get out. Now that he had Yan Heng, he could get out perfectly unscathed. Why not?

For the next few days, Yan Jin and Shangguan Qing stood by and watched. Meanwhile, Yan Heng and Wen Rou were kept busy. Wen Rou and Doctor Wang shuttled between the patients, taking their pulses and administering medicine. Yan Heng, on the other hand, directed everyone, maintaining order within the city. He also sent prescriptions to several nearby cities, having local officials prepare the medicine and distribute it on the streets.

Just as Yan Jin and Shangguan Qing were waiting to see them laugh, they discovered that many patients with mild symptoms were actually starting to improve. This completely unnerved them. Yan Jin was worried that Yan Heng had truly saved Xinan, and if so, he would be reinstated as Crown Prince, leaving him no place to play. Shangguan Qing was worried that the maid Wenrou would steal her credit.

So Shangguan Qing stopped Yan Heng who was busy.

"Your Highness! Are you going to let that little palace maid continue to mess around? She doesn't know any medical skills, and yet she's treating patients. Isn't that playing with the lives of ordinary people?" Yes, Shangguan Qing didn't believe that an ordinary little palace maid had any medical skills. She was convinced that Wenrou was pretending to know medicine just to win Yan Heng's favor.

Yan Heng frowned and said, "How do you know she doesn't know medical skills?"

Shangguan Qing puffed out his chest and said, "Your Highness, you may not know that the Chinese medicine that the Fifth Prince brought was invented by me. I can tell at a glance whether that palace maid has medical skills or not."

"Oh? Did your Chinese medicine work?" Yan Heng asked with interest. He knew Shangguan Qing always had some novel ideas, so it was no surprise that he knew medicine.

Shangguan Qing paused and said, "It is effective for patients with mild symptoms. Haven't some patients with mild symptoms recovered in the past few days? I guess it's because they drank my Chinese medicine. But this disease is too dangerous. Even if a god came, those seriously ill patients could not be saved." Shangguan Qing shook his head and said regretfully.

Yan Heng twitched his lips, suddenly feeling that Shangguan Qing was shameless. Clearly, those people had recovered because of Wenrou's medicine, yet Shangguan Qing insisted that it was because of his own medicine.

Yan Heng didn't want to argue with Shangguan Qing anymore, so he simply said, "That medicine was given to me by an immortal. You said it's useless?"

Shangguan Qing was stunned when she heard this. She had originally thought that the immortals' gift of medicine was just a lie to deceive the people, but she didn't expect Yan Heng to still say so. So she forced a smile and said, "The medicine the immortals gave the prince must be useful."

Yan Jin didn't want to sit still and wait for death. He looked at the man in black in front of him and said, "You pretend to be a civilian helping him and strike him when he's not paying attention. Since he's in the southwest, where there are patients everywhere, it wouldn't be surprising if he came back with some strange illness."

After a long period of hard work, the sick people finally showed signs of improvement, and other people who had come into contact with the patients also drank the medicine in advance, so there was no large-scale infection. The people of Lancheng finally began to smile.

"Okay, take a break. Look at your face, it's almost gone." Yan Heng pinched Wenrou's face and couldn't help but say.

Wenrou rubbed her red face and said happily: "Your Highness, a seriously ill patient has just recovered! It was the grandfather whose pulse I took on the first day. His family took him home. This is the cake they gave me." Wenrou took out the cake from her arms and placed it on the table like a treasure.

Yan Heng looked at Wenrou and smiled, "I didn't abuse you. Why are you so happy about a piece of cake?" He himself might not have noticed that his eyes were particularly gentle at this moment.

Wenrou pouted and retorted, "How are they the same? Okay, Your Highness, I haven't taken your pulse for several days. I haven't treated you these days, and I don't know if your dryness will get worse." Having said that, Wenrou became a little worried, and hurriedly pulled Yan Heng to the table and began to take his pulse.

Yan Heng obediently followed Wenrou, letting her feel his pulse. It wasn't until he saw Wenrou's brows gradually furrow that he asked, "What's wrong? Has your dryness gotten worse?"

Wenrou glanced at Yan Heng and scolded him, "Your Highness, how could you be so careless? You've been poisoned again!"

Yan Heng didn't expect this answer. He put away the smile on his face, frowned and asked, "What kind of poison? I've been hanging out with the common people lately and have come into contact with a lot of people. The person who poisoned me must be among the common people."

"Huh, that's strange. This poison is also from Dianyun Country." Wenrou said in surprise.