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Jin Shuai chuckled lightly and replied unhurriedly, “That’s right, you are indeed commoners. However, the salaries you receive all come from the taxes paid by the common people. Now, asking you to take out two months’ salary to pay for medical expenses, what’s wrong with that? Besides, even the Emperor has already bestowed titles and imperial edicts as rewards. You high-ranking officials and richly paid officials want to freeload? Your Majesty, do you think this makes sense?” As he spoke, he turned his gaze to Emperor Renzong of Song, who sat on the dragon throne.

Emperor Renzong frowned slightly as he listened to General Jin's words, seemingly weighing the pros and cons. For a moment, the hall fell silent; everyone awaited the emperor's final decision.

"Your Majesty, I didn't really want the money in the first place! When I entered the court, some young child threatened me and even tried to execute me. I'm only twelve years old! Apart from my grandfather, who in the entire court spoke up for me? Your ministers are all gods descended to earth; they've gone to see a doctor and recovered, why are they coming to me? If it weren't for your sake, they wouldn't even accept losing half a year's salary!" Jin Shuai cried out.

"My beloved ministers... Did you all hear what Young Master Jin said? Heh heh... Yes, it's utterly ridiculous that we, a group of people, are making things difficult for a child! Except for Jin Duzhi, everyone else present will be fined three months' salary! As for those three officials from the Central Secretariat, a specific punishment must be given at the next court assembly! Alright, court adjourned! Young Master Jin, you may come with me now, hmph!" After saying this with a face full of anger, Emperor Renzong turned and left.

Young Master Jin leisurely followed Emperor Renzong to the Funing Palace. Upon entering, he saw Empress Cao seated on a couch. Empress Cao was scrutinizing the strangely dressed young man with a peculiar gaze. At this moment, Emperor Renzong spoke first: "Young Master Jin, shouldn't you now tell me how to cure this illness?"

Jin Shuai hurriedly took out a prepared slip of paper from his pocket and carefully handed it to a palace maid. The maid then presented it to Empress Cao. Empress Cao took the paper, examined it carefully, and then looked up at Jin Shuai, asking in confusion, "What exactly caused this chickenpox?"

After a moment's thought, Jin Shuai replied, "Your Majesty, this is caused by a virus. Moreover, this virus can spread through the air."

Empress Cao frowned slightly and continued to press, "Then, what is a virus? And what does it look like?"

Faced with Empress Cao's persistent questioning, Jin Shuai inwardly groaned, but outwardly feigned composure and explained, "Your Majesty, this virus is an extremely tiny thing, invisible to the naked eye. It's like dust; when few in number, it's hard to see, only when they gather to a certain size can they be detected." Having said this, Jin Shuai secretly prayed that his explanation would fool everyone.

"Yes, that's true. Then I'll have the physician follow your method. If there's any improvement, I'll reward you," Empress Cao said.

"Oh? Your Majesty, I appreciate your kindness, but the Emperor has already bestowed the reward upon you," Jin Shuai replied with a smile.

"Yes, that was bestowed upon you by the Emperor, so naturally I will also reward you handsomely," Empress Cao said firmly.

"Thank you for your generous gift, Your Majesty. If there's nothing else, I'll take my leave." With that, General Jin stood up.