The concubine is a man, and the illegitimate son of a divine physician has a spatial ability.

As the two walked, they arrived at a resettlement site for disaster victims. A large number of victims were gathered there, their clothes tattered, their faces haggard, and their eyes filled with despair and helplessness.

Looking at the scene before him, Yin Zijing felt an indescribable pain welling up in his heart. He had never imagined that such a tragic place existed in the world.

Before her transmigration, Yin Zijing lived a life of comfort and pampered by her parents. Even after transmigrating to the Yin family, one of the four great families of the Great Sheng Dynasty, she continued to live a life of ease and comfort. It could be said that Yin Zijing had never truly witnessed the hardships of human existence…

Every tent looked dilapidated, crammed with people inside and out; those with nowhere to sleep slept on the ground. A foul odor permeated the air—the smell of blood, the stench of decay—the smell of disease, hunger, and despair.

Yin Zijing saw many children, emaciated and pale as paper, yet their eyes still shone with a longing for life. These children should have been playing happily in the sunshine, but now they could only endure suffering here.

Some elderly people sat there, their faces wrinkled, their bodies so frail they seemed ready to collapse at any moment. They had weathered many storms in their lives, but now they appeared so vulnerable.

Yin Zijing also saw a mother who, because she was too hungry to produce milk, pricked her finger and fed her newborn, crying from hunger, the bloody water to the infant. The mother was ragged, and beside her was a broken bowl containing rice water mixed with animal bran, dirt, and tiny grains of sand; the rice grains were clearly visible. Only after the baby stopped crying did the mother shakily pick up the bowl from the ground and wolf down the food.

Some of the younger men, too, were now extremely weak from hunger, and could only weakly groan in pain, lamenting that there were soldiers here and they could at least get some food. If they were to cause trouble, they might get nothing at all…

Yin Zijing's gaze swept over these people, her heart filled with sorrow, and tears fell involuntarily. There were men and women, young and old, some with sallow and thin faces, and others with swollen bodies and bellies swollen like balloons.

Yin Zijin asked in a low voice, "Why? Hasn't His Highness the Crown Prince already..."

Yin Xu sighed and said, "After all, His Highness the Crown Prince's abilities are limited; you can't treat him like a saint. Disaster relief requires the unity of the emperor and his ministers. However, judging from His Highness the Crown Prince's injury, it seems that they are not so united."

Looking at the mother and baby, Yin Zijing blurted out in a low voice, "I really wish those officials who embezzled disaster relief rations could come here and see if they have any conscience..."

Before Yin Zijing could finish speaking, the mother holding the baby seemed to use all her strength to kneel down in front of Yin Zijing and Yin Xu.

As if afraid of soiling the noblewoman's clothes, the lady cried weakly, yet each cry was captivating. Her dark dress appeared to be stained with large patches of blood, her lips were chapped, and her skin was dark and swollen. "Girl, please save my child! I risked my life to give birth to her, and I know my own body. I can't go on living. If no one saves her, she will be an orphan, and since she's a girl, she'll be even less likely to survive." Yin Zijing was at a loss for what to do.

As the woman approached, the fresh smell of blood became even stronger. Yin Xu frowned, quickly placed the child in Yin Zijing's arms, knelt down, and began to take the woman's pulse. The more he took her pulse, the more his brow furrowed. He shook his head and said, "It's no good. Postpartum hemorrhage, massive bleeding. The bleeding won't stop, she doesn't have much time left..."

Looking at the crying baby in her arms, Yin Zijing, who was less than a month old, thin and small, had already cried until she had no strength left. Yin Zijing asked with a pang of pity, "Why don't you find a doctor? Wasn't a temporary clinic set up?"

The woman said weakly, "Because I was so hungry, business couldn't keep up, and I didn't know I would give birth early. There were no midwives when I gave birth, and people thought it was bad luck, so no one took me to see a doctor."

I was too weak to go, and all the doctors were men, so I didn't want to go and just forced myself to give birth..."

Yin Xu glanced at the woman and said, "I will do my best to save her, but there is only a 20-30% chance of survival. Take the child away first, and I will find someone to help you take care of her. You must hold on."

The woman nodded, her eyes glistening with hopeful tears, and said, "Okay, I will hold on. I still want to see my daughter grow up."

Then, Yin Xu took the baby from Yin Zijin's arms and said to her, "Let's hurry back, get the medicine, and do our best to save that woman!"

Yin Zijing nodded and followed Yin Xu back. As they walked, Yin Zijing said, "Third Uncle, don't you think this is too chaotic? There must be more than one incident like this at the disaster relief site today."

We can divide the disaster relief sites into separate areas: one for pregnant women and children, one for seriously ill patients, one for critically ill patients, and one for those with minor injuries, separated by white sheets. We can station three to five doctors in each area, so that almost every patient can be taken care of.

"We'll select some people who are still healthy and can walk and move around to take care of the seriously ill and do some cleaning and tidying work. If the resettlement site is still so dirty and chaotic in the future, and doesn't tolerate infectious diseases, this will save a lot of effort and allow us to take care of more people..." Yin Zijing said as she thought, completely bringing over the model of a modern hospital.

Yin Xu's eyes lit up. Seeing that the young Yin Zijing had such a thoughtful plan, he immediately looked at Yin Zijing with newfound respect. Yin Xu quickly said, "Alright, let's do it according to Zijing's plan. I'll talk to my disciples and discuss it with His Highness the Crown Prince in a bit, and we'll get this done as soon as possible."

But this baby, you should take her back and let Ruhe and Granny Zhou take care of her for a few days. After some time, I will find someone else to raise her.

"Zijin, you should go now! There aren't enough people here to take care of everything. Anyway, Granny Zhou and Ruhe have nothing to do, so let them rest for a few days."