Young master, why not become a corpse immortal?

Chapter 59 Treatment
Lin Jiang caught the head constable who was patrolling the streets.

"You... the young master of the Water Mart?" The constable was about to draw his sword, but when he saw who it was, he put it back.

Wen Xiangyi often asked Chen Dajiang to deliver food and drink to the constables, and the constables were naturally willing to give Shui Xing some face.

"Young Master, you seem to be in a hurry. What brings you here?"

"I would like to trouble you, sir, to close off a street."

"Street closure?"

The constable was a little stunned.

If the government is handling a case, it can indeed put up several banners and block off an entire street, preventing people from going out or going in.

It was clearly against the rules for the young master of the water company to ask him to do this.

The constable had intended to gently advise Lin Jiang, but suddenly felt a strong force on his wrist, and Lin Jiang lifted him up and started running.

Stumbling and falling, he was dragged to the street corner, the constable's arm aching from the pulling.

"what are you doing!"

The head constable angrily rebuked Lin Jiang.

If Governor Liu hadn't specifically instructed him, he might have already taken out the rope!

Looking to the side, I saw many people lying haphazardly on the street in front of me, all covering their mouths and noses with their hands and coughing incessantly.

It's like catching a cold, or like having a fever.

"What's wrong with them?" the constable asked, his skin crawling with dread.

“They are sick,” Lin Jiang said. “I know how to cure them.”

"Damn it..." Seeing an elderly, coughing man trying to go out into the street, the constable knew something was wrong. He immediately drew his sword and shouted:
"Official business! This road is closed! Cough cough..."

The constable covered his mouth, his face turning ashen.

He contracted the disease simply by opening his mouth.

Despite feeling unwell, the constable still took out a whistle from his pocket and blew it sharply.

The piercing sound echoed throughout the surrounding streets, and before long, Lin Jiang saw a number of minor officials in black robes approaching.

The head constable immediately explained the situation to them, and these petty officials were quick, immediately blocking the street with ropes.

In that short time, even the minor officials started coughing.

"Young Master Lin, cough cough, what's wrong with this illness?" The constable was also flustered and couldn't help but ask Lin Jiang.

Lin Jiang shook his head, but his brows furrowed.

This disease is spreading too fast.

Someone must be up to something behind the scenes!
Who is it?

where?

"Cough cough! Let me go back! I need to see my granddaughter, I need to see my granddaughter."

Suddenly, some commotion came from behind the rope barrier.

Lin Jiang glanced to the side and saw an acquaintance behind the rope, looking extremely anxious.

That is……

Cows go into the water.

……

"Young master, I've come here to find a doctor to treat my granddaughter's illness."

Niu Xiashui tried to wipe away her tears, but they kept flowing down her cheeks.
“My daughter had a high fever when she came back last time. She also had a red bump on her head, just like everyone else around her. I was so worried, so I came to town to ask for medicine. Now I have some medicine for a cold. Please, have mercy and let me leave. Let me go back. I will kowtow to you.”

After saying this, Niu Xiashui immediately knelt down in Lin Jiang's direction.

Lin Jiang reached out and pulled him back.

"Your medicine won't cure your granddaughter, and it won't help you even if you go back."

"this?"

Hearing Lin Jiang's words, Niu Xia Shui panicked even more:

"What if this can't save my granddaughter?"

He didn't believe Lin Jiang would lie to him at all; he just kept crying and gripped the medicine in his hand even tighter.

This medicine is called Shishen Tang. It cost a lot of money. It requires ingredients such as Chuanxiong, Gancao, Baizhi, and Chenpi. The medicine itself is not very expensive, but the required dosage is large and it needs to be taken for several days. Niu Xiashui had several heavy packets of medicine in his hands.

The cost of herbs like chuanxiong and licorice was four hundred coins, while ephedra was less, costing one hundred coins. These alone amounted to half a string of cash. A cow might earn thirty or forty coins a day running around the water, but sometimes it wouldn't. It would take half a month without food or drink to earn this half string of cash. He spent it without hesitation, but Lin Jiang told him it was useless. His leg was crushed by the medicine in his hand.

"I have medicine, I can cure it. Quickly bring me paper and pen, let's go to the pharmacy to get the medicine."

Lin Jiangdao.

Several police officers immediately searched the room next door and brought out writing brushes, ink, paper and inkstones. Lin Jiang then wrote down the prescription from memory.

The prescription was handed to the head constable, who coughed twice and ran off to get the medicine.

He is sick and weak, but he should be able to get medicine from a traditional Chinese medicine shop.

Niu Xiashui's eyes finally came to their senses.

"Cough cough, is your medicine effective?"

"efficient."

"Does it really work?"

"We've already treated the people of an entire town."

Niu Xia Shui vigorously rubbed his eyes:

"That's good, that's good. I trust the young master. If the young master says it's effective, then it definitely will be effective."

The constable acted quickly and brought all the medicine over in no time.

Lin Jiang then obtained another large pot and some grinding materials. He called on those who were still able to move around to make medicine on the street. He filled the pot with lake water, set up a fire to boil water, and then began to add the medicine in the correct proportions.

Once the medicine was brewed, it was first fed to those nearby, then passed down from one end of the street to the other. After drinking it, Niu Xiashui immediately felt a churning in his chest, coughed several times, and spat out a mouthful of blood.

He was initially a little scared and broke out in a light sweat, but he immediately felt much more relaxed.

When I touched my forehead again, the bead in the very center of my forehead was gone.

He kowtowed repeatedly to Lin Jiang, anxiously trying to get a bowl of medicine to take back and save his granddaughter.

Lin Jiang calmed him down:

"Given the nature of this illness, I'm afraid many people in your village are also sick. After preparing the medicine, set off together to rescue them."

Although Niu Xiashui nodded, his eyes remained fixed on the large pot.

Lin Jiang is indeed having a huge headache right now.

This thing doesn't look like an illness anymore; it looks more like a kind of magic spell, only it's manifesting as a disease.

The prescription in his hand was another way to break the curse; once he took it, the spell would be immediately removed.

Is there enough medicine?

Can someone who has been infected once be infected again?

How many other villages and towns besides Cangsong have this problem?

What are the transmission routes of this curse?
My own grandmother...

Will everything be okay?
Thoughts flowed like a river, instantly flooding Lin Jiang's mind.

He felt he couldn't stay there any longer.

He immediately called over a doctor who had already cured the patient, stuffed the prescription into his hand, and told him the process of making the medicine. Lin Jiang then hurriedly headed towards the water.

The cow offal, which had already been cured, hurriedly followed Lin Jiang.

He didn't trust anyone else, only the young master.

He strode quickly toward the water, and the small ginseng from his sleeve peeked out.

"Lin Jiang, Lin Jiang, don't worry, everything will be alright."

After Lin Jiang left for two months, Little Ginseng was no longer as innocent and naive as a mountain spirit. She could see what Lin Jiang was anxious about, but she didn't know how to comfort him.

"I'm not in a hurry, I'm not in a hurry."

Despite this, Lin Jiang walked faster and faster, leaving Niu Xiashui unable to keep up, and the surrounding figures were left far behind.

Finally arriving at the entrance of the Water Mart, Lin Jiang heard a coughing sound.

Each cough felt like a hammer blow aimed at Lin Jiangxi's heart.

Without thinking twice, he pushed open the door.

The first thing that came into view was Chen Dajiang, who had a red bead on his forehead.

But he was holding a bowl in his hand, which was clearly filled with medicine.

medicine?
Who adjusted it?
Looking to the side, I saw Lin Shengfeng pressing down a large pot in the middle of the yard, stirring it vigorously with a spoon in his hand.

He was even humming a tune:
"As long as the spring of medicine remains, what is there to fear about my temples turning white?"

He was still mad, but his skill in preparing medicine was still quite good, serving bowl after bowl to the servants.

Wen Xiangyi stood beside him, directing the servants to maintain order.

Finally, the elderly couple saw Lin Jiang rushing by.

Lin Shengfeng blinked, then made another bowl of soup and cheerfully handed it to Lin Jiang.

"Grandson, would you like some? I specially added fish; it's very fresh."

Lin Jiang didn't care about any of that. He rushed to the old couple, opened his arms, and hugged them both.

The noise was so loud that the soup almost spilled.

When Lin Jiang first arrived in this water town, he had held Wen Xiangyi once, and at that time it seemed somewhat like a performance.

Now, holding the elderly couple in his arms, he only feels at peace.

"It's alright, it's alright." Wen Xiangyi patted Lin Jiang on the back and then silently wiped away her tears.

Lin Shengfeng blinked:

"Who are you? You seem to be a deity. Why would a deity be so friendly to a human?"

"How can you become an immortal if you're not close to people?" Lin Jiang released the old couple and breathed a sigh of relief.

Lin Shengfeng thought it made sense and grinned foolishly.

Wen Xiangyi looked at Lin Jiang again, and only breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that he was alright.

"There are probably quite a few people in the town suffering from this disease now. We should prepare some medicine so that the guards can go and treat them."

Seeing that the courtyard had calmed down, Wen Xiangyi began to arrange the guards' actions, and then glanced at Lin Jiang:
"But you can't go out."

Lin Jiang chuckled twice.

He first retreated to the doorway, found a secluded spot, and then pulled a small ginseng root from his sleeve:

"See, I told you so, your family will definitely be fine."

"Thank you for your kind words, sir!" Lin Jiang exclaimed.

The young ginseng pinched his waist, looking quite pleased with himself.

But at that moment, Xiao Shanshen opened his mouth and coughed twice.

Lin Jiang's face stiffened.

Little Ginseng blinked.

She touched her head.

At the top of her forehead.

It stretched out its delicate petals.

(End of this chapter)