The wife of two taels of silver

When they learned that the prescription provided by Lin Haitang was indeed miraculous, especially for those young children, its effect was extremely remarkable! Therefore, these respected old gentlemen did not hesitate to follow the prescription and wholeheartedly fed the medicine to the people of the city.

Over the next ten days, a surprising event occurred—only fifteen people tragically died. This figure was a stark contrast to the previous number, when daily deaths from febrile diseases numbered in the hundreds! Even in the later stages, with only five hundred patients remaining, at least twenty to fifteen people still perished each day. Yet, now? In just ten days, the death toll was a mere fifteen!

At this moment, the old gentlemen in the makeshift Imperial Medical Bureau had already worshipped Lin Haitang as a deity. They were filled with endless gratitude and respect for her, as if she were the savior who would save the people.

Although the epidemic seems to have been effectively contained at present, it is regrettable that no one has yet fully recovered.

Now, everyone is very happy, and everyone who meets Lin Haitang is grateful, but for some reason, Lin Haitang always has a bad feeling in her heart.

Soon, this premonition became reality.

First, Afeng became stupid without any warning, and turned into a fool with crooked eyes, a slanted mouth, and drooling.

Today, Lin Haitang went to check on the conditions of each patient as usual and walked into the patient accommodation room.

Afeng's bed was at the innermost position. When Lin Haitang entered the room, she found Afeng covered with a quilt with his back to the door.

Lin Haitang was still a little puzzled. Afeng usually didn't sleep in, but today he seemed to be sleeping soundly.

Lin Haitang checked the others first and found nothing wrong. Then she tiptoed to Afeng's bed, squatted down gently, and whispered, "Wake up! The sun is shining on your butt!"

The back of Afeng's head was still motionless. Lin Haitang frowned slightly and patted Afeng's shoulder under the quilt: "Afeng, get up, Afeng."

Still motionless, Lin Haitang's heart tightened and she quickly pulled Afeng over.

The moment Lin Haitang saw Afeng clearly, she was knocked unconscious on the spot as if she had been hit by a stick.

Afeng's little face was purple, his eyes were drooping, his mouth was crooked, and saliva kept flowing out of the corners of his mouth. His weak breathing showed that he was still alive.

"Afeng!" Lin Haitang's eyes were full of disbelief.

The things in Lin Haitang's hands were scattered all over the floor. She was in no mood to sort them out. Her mind was now full of how Afeng had become like this.

After taking Afeng's pulse and examining the sores on his body, Lin Haitang couldn't see anything wrong, but Afeng had become like this.

Lin Haitang ran over to call five old gentlemen.

"Master, go check on Afeng quickly, Afeng has become stupid!" Lin Haitang was so anxious that the hair on her head was about to stand up.

The five old gentlemen also walked quickly and came to the patient accommodation room and saw Afeng's appearance.

Yang Zhiwen took Afeng's pulse with a calm expression. After a long time, he remained silent and gave way to Xie Ru. Then one by one, the five old gentlemen took Afeng's pulse.

"Masters, what's going on?" Lin Haitang's brows were filled with anxiety. "I examined him, but I couldn't see anything."

Yang Zhiwen didn't answer directly. Instead, he pulled open Afeng's clothes and asked, "Do you see any problem?"

Lin Haitang looked at the sores, which showed no signs of change or improvement. They were the same as every day before. Lin Haitang shook her head in confusion and said, "Master, I don't see anything."

"That's right, you didn't notice it." Yang Zhiwen nodded and said, "I don't know, Afeng, but it's all the patients. Although their sores haven't expanded after taking the medicine, their wounds haven't improved at all."

Yang Zhiwen seemed to have become even more hunched, his face filled with sorrow and pity. He said, "Afeng has become stupid because of this febrile disease."

Lin Haitang still didn't understand and asked, "But why hasn't anyone experienced these symptoms before? Could it be that the febrile disease has mutated again? It's not just causing sores, but also making people stupid?"

Yang Zhiwen shook his head and said, "You're wrong. It's not a mutation, it's just how it should be."

"Febrile diseases naturally cause people to become stupid. The reason no one became stupid before was because the patients died before they reached the stupid stage. Now, because of your prescription, the patients have survived the early stage of the disease. Now, they will naturally have to endure the late stage of the disease."

"That is, to turn people into fools like Afeng."

The autumn wind was so bleak that everyone in the room felt as if they were falling into an icy cave. Lin Haitang opened her mouth, but no sound came out.