A crown princess who doesn't do infrastructure construction isn't a good doctor.

After studying the pathogens extracted from the sick villagers, Qin Suiyou in Yejing quickly developed the most effective vaccine.

They were very lucky. Yang Qing searched for medicine to treat them along the way. Moreover, because the disaster area was not large, the environmental conditions they encountered after leaving that area were relatively good, so the bacteria they were infected with did not continue to worsen to the point of being incurable.

After a period of scientific treatment, even the elderly people with the most severe conditions are now able to get up and go out for a stroll in their wooden houses.

Seeing that the villagers were getting better and better, Yang Mo thought for a while and then went to the Prince An's Mansion with Du Ruo.

"You've come looking for a job?"

Yang Mo nodded, "This is also what the villagers want; they all want to repay you."

Qin Suiyou raised an eyebrow and said, "You've come at just the right time. I do have something I need you to do."

"Young master, just ask."

"Three days later, Grand Secretary Tang Yao will accompany his mother to Ciguang Temple to worship Buddha. Grand Secretary Tang is a loyal and patriotic minister, fair and just, and cares about the people. If you go to him for help, you will surely be able to reach the Emperor's ears."

After a moment's thought, Yang Mo began to understand Qin Suiyou's meaning.

“You are helping us privately, but we are quite numerous, and other refugees will continue to come to Yejing for help, so it is safest for the imperial court to take measures.”

Qin Suiyou nodded and said, "It should be more appropriate; others shouldn't steal the spotlight."

"So what exactly do we need to do?"

Qin Suiyou tapped his fingertips lightly on the table and slightly curled the corners of his lips.

"You don't need to do anything else. Now all of you who are sick are getting better. In three days, just pretend to be ordinary refugees who are being stopped from entering the city by unscrupulous people. Then, if you happen to meet an adult who looks very upright, just be bold and ask for help."

Yang Mo made up his mind, stood up and bowed.

"I understand, young master. Rest assured, we will definitely complete the mission."

……

When Yang Mo and his group completed their mission, Tang Yao was furious to learn that a group of refugees had been blocked outside the city and were even to be driven further away.

Before going to the palace to report, Tang Yao also ordered his men to investigate, and this investigation made him even angrier.

The others who originally came with the people of Yangjia Village separated halfway. They were supposed to arrive a few days earlier than the people of Yangjia Village, but when they were stopped by the soldiers guarding the city, a dispute broke out among the group. Two soldiers accidentally killed someone, but because the two men came from prominent families and had powerful backers, they managed to cover it up and even killed the remaining refugees.

This incident was extremely serious. Upon receiving the news, Tang Yao went to the palace, but the outcome was not satisfactory.

Beitang Zhen seemed to already know about the refugees, and only issued an order for the Ministry of Revenue to handle it, while not mentioning at all those whose remains had been thrown away.

Without asking any further questions, Tang Yao knew Beitang Zhen's attitude, and a sense of sadness and helplessness rose in his heart.

After receiving the imperial decree, the Ministry of Revenue did not handle the matter very carefully. However, the news somehow spread widely, and people learned that the people of Yangjia Village had experienced the flood. Meanwhile, many refugees from other cities who had been traveling to Yejing were now suffering from a much more serious disease than those from Yangjia Village. Some even had ulcers on their skin. For a time, the people in the city dared not go out or approach the city gates, for fear of being infected.

The officials from the Ministry of Revenue who were sent to handle the matter were all insecure and few were willing to approach the group of people who were now settled outside the city. With no other option, Beitang Zhen asked the ministers for suggestions during the court session.

Some suggested that since their situation was serious, the best course of action was to use the most primitive methods. Those who were in good condition should be treated with medicine as soon as possible, while those who were not should be burned alive. Otherwise, if the infection spread to the city, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Many people agreed to the proposal, and Beitang Zhen was about to agree when someone who knew about Xinyang City suggested finding the divine doctor who could perfectly cure the plague. However, this method was time-consuming, and it was still unknown whether they could find such a person.

After much debate, the final decision was to send several doctors and officials from Xinyang City who had followed the divine physician and learned about the treatment of the epidemic. This was because more and more refugees were arriving in Yejing, and Beitang Zhen had even issued an edict ordering all officials to donate grain to the refugees who were not yet dead from the disease but were on the verge of starvation.

"They're not even releasing a single grain of food. How heartless!"

Du Heng and his group, who were preparing to enter the city, looked at the group of refugees who had been gathered far from the city gate. They had hastily built sheds around them, and Ke Zuo, who knew the source of their extremely meager food, complained.

"These officials who donated grain probably brought things that were already rotten and were about to be thrown away."

Du Heng pursed his lips. "Who knows?"

After saying this, the group, who had already taken protective medication, prepared to pass through the area and enter the city.

Along the way, Ke Zuo's gaze frequently focused on the areas where refugees had gathered.

Suddenly, he sensed something was wrong. Before the others could react, Ke Zuo kicked a clod of dirt into a medicine bowl held by a woman not far away.

The woman was shocked to see the medicine suddenly soiled, and then she screamed.

"What are you doing! This is my husband's life-saving medicine! Why are you destroying it!"

Du Heng and the others were also puzzled. Although they didn't get along well with each other, they knew he wouldn't joke about human lives, so they asked softly, "What's wrong?"

Several soldiers, covering half their faces, gathered around and frowned as they inquired about the situation. After the woman said that Ke Zuo had kicked some mud into her husband's life-saving medicine, the men exchanged glances and then questioned Ke Zuo about why he had done that.

Ke Zuo frowned and said loudly, "This medicine is useless to them; it's a waste of time for them to drink it."

"How do you know it won't work? Are you a doctor?"

The soldiers' exposed faces were filled with suspicion. Ke Zuo and the others were all wearing veils, so their faces couldn't be seen, but judging from their figures and voices, they were not very old and didn't seem to know much about medicine.

"Yes, I am a doctor, and I have medicine that is effective for them."

Upon hearing Ke Zuo's words, the people around him all looked surprised.

Du Heng patted Ke Zuo and asked softly, "What are you doing?"

Ke Zuo gave him a look that went unnoticed, then had Xu Chi take a medicine packet out of his rattan box.

"Take this and brew it for them to drink; they'll see results in less than a day."

The soldiers took the medicine kit, looked at the group of people who had no protective measures at all, and after exchanging glances, they all felt that they were not very reliable.

Seeing this, Ke Zuo said impatiently, "If it doesn't work, you can take it to a doctor you trust. I'm giving you a favor by doing you a favor. If you miss this opportunity, you'll miss out."