Time Travel and Love

Chu Qingmeng's words made the county magistrate break out in a cold sweat. He had never expected that there were so many tricks to disaster relief. He immediately became respectful to Chu Qingmeng, "Miss, do you have any other instructions?"

"Put the herbs and grain I brought with me in the county government office first. I'll know if the medicine I brought is effective after I examine the symptoms. And don't touch the grain yet. Let's use the imperial relief grain first." Chu Qingmeng rubbed her temples and felt a little heavy in her stomach. She thought it was her period and didn't take it seriously. After taking a pill, she felt her chest less stuffy. "Take me to see Mo Liujin, and call the imperial physician. I want to ask about the symptoms of the plague."

"Yes. The county magistrate is in the back hall. Please follow me." The county magistrate led the way back. After taking two steps, Chu Qingmeng stopped and turned to Feiying and said, "Take them to wait outside. Don't come in, and don't come into contact with the patients for the time being."

"Young lady!" Feiying tried to follow, but Chu Qingmeng gave her a cold look, forcing her to stop. Entering the back hall, Chu Qingmeng saw Mo Liujin, who lay unconscious. After just three months, how could he have gray hair on his temples? Heartache washed over her face, and she reached out to caress his face. He'd lost so much weight. Ordering salt water, Chu Qingmeng fed him some. After hearing the servant's report, Mo Liujin's symptoms were largely confirmed to be cholera, and she summoned Feiying to boil some medicine. Chu Qingmeng then went to the front hall to see the imperial physician, only to find an old acquaintance: the same physician who had prescribed her medicine before she left Beijing. After examining their pulses and examining their prescriptions, Chu Qingmeng shared his own recipe, instructing them to use their medicine to keep the victims alive first, and then, once Mo Liujin recovered, to deploy it on a larger scale. The veteran physicians wiped their sweat, abashed by the use of royal relatives as experimental subjects.

Feiying's medicine was ready, and Chu Qingmeng fed it to Mo Liujin bit by bit. She cared for her every day without taking off her clothes, and the county magistrate would consult her every day to discuss various problems. Chu Qingmeng almost only slept for two hours a day. When Mo Liujin was drowsy and convulsing, she would massage and stretch his body. When she saw that Mo Liujin's symptoms had eased, she had the imperial physician use this prescription on a large scale. The cholera with milder symptoms was quickly cured, but some with more severe symptoms like Mo Liujin's were slow to show results. The imperial physician came to inquire about it. Chu Qingmeng, after a moment of contemplation, replied, "Yes, there is, but it is very troublesome. The patient needs to be gathered in a room, naked, and fumigated to allow the medicine to penetrate the skin, thus achieving the desired effect."

After hearing this, all the imperial doctors exclaimed that it was feasible. This was something they had never expected. Chu Qingmeng waved his hand and let them experiment on their own. He sat on the chair and rubbed his forehead. The pain in his lower abdomen became even worse. Chu Qingmeng felt very upset. His body had not been well since he came here, and his menstruation had not been normal! Now it was coming, and the dysmenorrhea began again. He stood up and walked towards the back hall, but felt dizzy. He quickly grabbed the chair beside him and calmed down so as not to faint. He walked to the back hall with all his strength, picked up the medicine bowl and fed Mo Liujin the medicine, and kept talking to him, "Ajin, it's been thirteen days, why don't you wake up? I miss you. Come and see if I'm okay when you wake up."

Unfortunately, Mo Liujin still didn't respond. The county magistrate arrived and told her about the situation outside the city. Chu Qingmeng decided to go to the city wall and take a look. She forced herself to climb up. Looking out, she saw endless streams of disaster victims. If they weren't resettled quickly, she feared there would be riots. Chu Qingmeng rubbed her forehead and sat down by the wall. The county magistrate had gotten used to Chu Qingmeng sitting down anytime, anywhere, and so he followed suit. Chu Qingmeng sighed and said, "Go get the village heads from the nearby villages and see if we can resettle the disaster victims in every village. I'll reward each village with one thousand taels of silver."

"Girl, it's not just a matter of resettling the villagers. It hasn't rained for half a year now, and we've missed the planting period for many crops. Those in nearby villages with better conditions can still barely make ends meet, while those in poorer conditions are also among the disaster victims. Now we have to find a way to make it rain. Alas~" The county magistrate also sighed.

Chu Qingmeng felt like he was about to laugh out loud. Trying to make it rain? Can I make it rain artificially? Do I have the final say? Or can I cast a spell to make it rain? Thinking of casting a spell to make it rain, Chu Qingmeng couldn't help but think of the joke in the short video, where a person imitated a Taoist priest's technique to make it rain, and it actually rained. Chu Qingmeng laughed as he thought about it, but this smile made the county magistrate feel a chill. Feiying helped Chu Qingmeng up from his seat. Chu Qingmeng felt like his waist was about to break. He stared at the sky in a daze, then looked at Feiying and the county magistrate beside him, and said to Feiying, "Feiying, raise your hand and say you swear, and see if you can be struck by lightning?" Feiying did as he was told, feeling both amused and helpless. Unfortunately, the sky was clear. Chu Qingmeng grinned and stretched out his hand to imitate the technique in the short video, chanting as he did it: "Wind! Rain! Thunder! Lightning! Break!"