Quick mission: We don't make trouble

After Yang Jiu left, Manager Yang also went out to inquire about the news, but he did not forget to ask the waiter to bring tea.

Only Zhu Qingqing and Wang Xiangdong were left in the lobby.

The two of them didn't hesitate, as they were already thirsty and drank two cups of tea.

Wang Xiangdong then spoke: "Sister Zhu, do you have an idea about staying here?"

Zhu Qingqing: "Lao Geng, I just asked around at the pharmacy. There aren't many medicinal herbs in Yucheng right now. I also heard a lot of people fell ill at Guandi Temple. This cold is coming with all the force, and there's a huge shortage of medicine. Since God has given me this ability, I certainly can't just sit back and watch. It's still daytime, and I can't just show up in the kitchen suddenly. I can only go there at night and ask my apprentices to prepare some medicine and supplies. However, I'm a little confused about how to get them out."

Wang Xiangdong: "Sister Zhu, are you worried that these sudden appearances of supplies will arouse suspicion and make it difficult to explain their origin?"

Zhu Qingqing: "Well, that's one thing. We also have to consider how to deal with these supplies. We can't let people know that they appeared out of thin air."

Wang Xiangdong: "I do have an idea, but I don't know if it's feasible."

Zhu Qingqing: "Oh? Tell me about it."

Wang Xiangdong: "We can find a carriage and leave the city to a quiet and secluded place. We can then transfer the supplies from the kitchen to the carriage and announce to the public that these are food, vegetables, and other items we have collected from other places and are preparing to donate them to Yucheng to support disaster relief efforts. As for the herbs, food, and vegetables, you can have your apprentices buy them directly from the wholesale market in sacks. The rougher they look, the better, as this will make them appear more authentic."

Zhu Qingqing nodded vigorously. "That's a good idea indeed. As for the Chinese medicinal herbs, it's not difficult to get them, they're all the same stuff anyway. But if I have to ask them to prepare some Western medicine, that would be a bit troublesome... After all, Western medicine is too conspicuous, and it doesn't belong to this world at all."

Wang Xiangdong pondered for a moment and said, "Actually, this isn't difficult to solve. We can change the appearance of the medicine by removing the packaging and replacing it with small porcelain bottles. We can also clearly label the medicines and declare that these are pills and tablets made by the old man using his own secret recipe. After all, only the old man can recognize these medicines, and no one else can know. So we can be completely creative and make up stories at will."

Zhu Qingqing's eyes lit up after hearing this, and she said excitedly, "Great, that's a great idea! As expected of my old Geng, he's really smart! Then let's get started and find a place to buy these small porcelain bottles."

Wang Xiangdong suggested: "Let's go out and have a look." So the two of them went out together to look for a suitable small porcelain vase.

At this time, Manager Yang ran back, sweating profusely.

Said: "It's not good, it's not good."

Zhu Qingqing: "What's wrong?"

At Guandi Temple, victims lay sprawled on the ground, pale and agonized. Many were ill, their coughs and groans unrelenting, heartbreaking. Some suffered from high fevers, their bodies scalding, yet they lacked adequate water and medicine to alleviate their symptoms. Children were not spared, clinging feebly to their grandparents or mothers, their eyes revealing helplessness and fear. The air was filled with a foul odor, the scent of disease and suffering. Weakened by hunger and exhaustion, the people lay helpless on the ground, awaiting help. Though cauldrons of medicine were brewing and doctors from Huichun Hall were examining the patients, the doctors were helpless in the face of so many fallen.

The situation was quickly reported to the county magistrate and the general by the yamen runners.

The general sent military doctors and soldiers to help control the spread of the disease.

When Manager Yang went there, he saw that the soldiers had sealed off the Guangdi Temple and no one was allowed to enter or leave. Even the medicinal herbs he sent people to deliver had to be placed outside and brought in by the soldiers.

Zhu Qingqing: "Actually, this is the best way."

Wang Xiangdong: "Yes, isolate the patients."