Poison Doctor Roaming the Martial World

Yang Jianwu took out a pair of brown contact lenses and showed them to Mo Ye. Mo Ye's fingers trembled slightly as he took them. "You...you didn't...gouge out someone's...eyes, did you?"

"Dig your head, my foot! I've already peeled the Ghost Doctor's face off!"

Yang Jianwu was furious. She snatched the contact lenses from Mo Ye's hand and exclaimed, "Ignorance is truly terrifying!"

Mo Ye felt somewhat aggrieved, "It's not that I'm uncultured, it's that you know too much..."

So, it's her fault now?!

"Your human skin mask is so realistic. How did you process the pigskin?" Mo Ye touched the mask on Yang Jianwu's face. It felt good to the touch. He poked it with his hand after a while. It was very elastic.

"Is it fun?"

Mo Ye's hand froze in mid-air. He really wanted to touch the mask, not Xiao Wu'er's face, cough cough, touching her face wouldn't be bad either...

Early in the morning, Mo Ye and Yang Jianwu went to the prefect's residence. Mo Ye revealed his identity and explained his purpose.

Upon hearing that it was Prince Ning who had brought the Ghost Doctor to treat the people of Lucheng for the plague, Prefect Feng immediately sent people to cooperate. Soon, a free clinic was set up outside the north gate of Lucheng.

Thanks to Prefect Feng's extensive publicity, the people of Lucheng all knew that the Ghost Doctor had arrived, and the once quiet city gradually became bustling with excitement. With the Ghost Doctor there, their plague would soon pass.

A long queue formed in front of the stall. Seeing that people were all mixed together, Yang Jianwu called over two soldiers to maintain order. "Divide everyone into three groups. The first group is the seriously ill, and we will treat them first; the second group is the sick, and those with mild symptoms; the third group is the remaining people in the city."

"You should arrange the people in each group into a numbered group of three for treatment. The rest of you should wait in your assigned groups. The third group can come back in the afternoon to line up. Even if I am a miracle doctor, I cannot see all the patients in one morning. If there are any patients who are unable to move, please make a note of it and I will come to their homes to treat them later."

The two soldiers bowed and scraped, saying with smiles, "You are truly kind and compassionate. On behalf of the people of Lucheng, we thank you, Doctor Ghost. We will do as you instruct."

Yang Jianwu liked people who were obedient and did things the most. "Alright, find someone who can read to come and take notes by my side. You can start organizing everyone to line up now."

Mo Ye dismissed the two soldiers, saying, "You two go ahead and do your work. I'll take notes."

How could I give up such a great opportunity to spend time with Xiao Wu'er to someone else? If I'm going to win the hearts of the people, I should win them completely.

Yang Jianwu ignored Mo Ye's ulterior motives and began treating the patients in front of her stall. They were all poisoned, and the antidote was the same for all of them. They were grouped together to arrange the dosage of the antidote according to the amount of poisoning they had. Checking each one was also to determine the extent of poisoning and to make it look like a formality.

After examining more than a dozen groups, Yang Jianwu prescribed a set of medicines and said to the prefect and Mo Ye, "This epidemic is caused by water pollution. Everyone has the same symptoms. First, have several doctors and their apprentices boil a large pot of medicine and distribute it to the seriously ill. Patients number seven and twenty-two in one group have special conditions, so I will prescribe a separate medicine and boil it in a medicine pot."

After examining the severely ill, Yang Jianwu moved on to examine those with milder symptoms. He quickly took their pulses and soon wrote out another prescription. Most of them had the same condition and could be cured by drinking the large pot of medicine. Occasionally, he would prescribe a separate prescription for one or two special cases, which would treat some of the underlying symptoms while also dealing with the poison.

The doctors in the city worked together to prepare and brew the medicine. Several large pots were lit at the same time, and a row of small stoves were guarded by young apprentices. The whole north gate was quite a sight.

Lunch was arranged by the Prefect's Office. Since Prince Ning was here, a banquet should have been prepared, but Yang Jianwu refused directly. "The people haven't finished their consultations yet, how can they eat in peace? Two steamed buns, a small dish of side dishes, and a bowl of water will suffice. Your Highness, would you like to finish your meal with the Prefect before you come to record the meal?"

Yang Jianwu was actually worried that Mo Ye had never experienced such hardship, and that he would refuse to admit it because of his pride. She suggested that he go and have a meal with the prefect so that he could rest for a while.

"No need. Whatever the Ghost Doctor eats, I will eat too. Bring it all here."

Mo Ye did this to suffer alongside Yang Jianwu, which was also a way of proving himself, and this move was widely applauded.

"It is Dongli's blessing that His Highness Prince Ning is so approachable."

"Yes, we thought the court was just sending a prince to make a show of it. But look, Prince Ning has come, and he even personally invited the Ghost Doctor to treat our illness. What a good prince."

"His Highness Prince Ning puts the people first and contributes money and effort. Where can you find such a good prince?"

……

Several young girls, who had already taken their medicine and were feeling much better, gathered together and chattered as usual, "Look, His Highness Prince Ning is so handsome."

"Hehe, let's take a good look now, because we won't be able to see him once he leaves."

"Do you think he would agree to let me become a maid in the Prince Ning's mansion?"

"You don't want to be a maid, you want to be a concubine..."

"Shh—keep your voice down, don't let them hear."

……

Yang Jianwu overheard their conversation and lowered her voice to say to Mo Ye, "Well done, Brother Ye, you've won a lot of praise with that one sentence, oh, and quite a few hearts too."

Mo Ye curled his lips into a smile. "Little Wu'er, are you jealous? I haven't even looked at them properly. My eyes and heart are only for you."

Yang Jianwu immediately covered one of her teeth, "Oh dear, don't eat sour food, it'll hurt your stomach if you eat too much."

The prefect was surprised by Prince Ning's dedication and quickly arranged for his maids and servants to prepare some side dishes and porridge. Prince Ning was devoted to the people and even led troops into battle. Dongli was fortunate to have such a prince.

Four steamed buns, three side dishes, and two bowls of congee—a simple and unpretentious meal, yet someone ate it with exceptional relish.

Yang Jianwu savored the food, finding the rustic flavors quite palatable. Since only the two of them were eating near the free clinic table, Yang Jianwu spoke without reservation, "Brother Ye, I didn't expect you to be able to enjoy farm-style dishes."

Mo Ye swallowed a mouthful of steamed bun. "You forgot? I'm an unfavored prince. After my mother died, my life in the palace wasn't easy. I was young then and didn't know how to resist. Things got better after I went to the army."

"Sigh..." Yang Jianwu sighed, "It's not bad that a child who has no one to love him hasn't gone astray and has even managed to build his own little power."

Mo Ye sensed something was off. "You mean it's normal for me to grow up crooked like this?"

Yang Jianwu looked at Mo Ye with innocent eyes, "I was just praising you sincerely, you're overthinking it." After saying that, she put a small meatball into Mo Ye's bowl, "Hurry up and finish eating so you can get back to work."

Mo Ye smiled as she picked up a meatball and put it in her mouth. The dishes Xiao Wu'er prepared were truly delicious. She cared about the safety of the people and was willing to forgo a comfortable environment to eat quickly in the open air, truly a model woman.

If Yang Jianwu knew what he was thinking, she would definitely laugh at him for being delusional. Dude, you're overthinking it! My space's healing points keep increasing! What I really want are healing points!