Ten Miles of Red Makeup: The Legend of Ming Yu

Chapter 468 Healing
The boy carried the table, Xi'er arranged the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and Ming concubine sat down.

But no one knew that she was a doctor, and as soon as the servants beat the gongs and drums, more people came to line up.

Although Ming concubine is a daughter, for the refugees, they only feel uncomfortable cough, chest tightness and shortness of breath, and having someone donate a doctor to dispense medicine is their hope for survival, and a dead horse is a living horse doctor.

It's not that the girls are full and have nothing to do, and they like to treat them in ragged clothes, not to mention that medicine requires money.

Soon, there was a long queue of 30 people.

The first person to get the pulse was a woman, holding a child in her arms, as thin as a bone, coughing louder than ever.

Xi'er stood aside, a little worried that Concubine Ming would be overwhelmed by sickness. With so many ladies from all over the world, only the concubine Shizi didn't shy away.

After taking their pulse, Ming concubine did not prescribe a prescription, but motioned for the people behind to come over and take their pulse.

The woman burst into tears, "Is it hopeless?"

The doctor took the pulse and didn't even prescribe a prescription. Is this telling them not to waste medicinal materials?
Ming concubine shook her head, "Don't worry, nothing will happen, just wait aside first."

Xueyan invited them to sit down and served them porridge to keep them warm.

After checking the pulse of five or six people in a row, but did not prescribe a prescription, Chu Yu and Chu Ke stared at them in the distance, and said, "I guessed right, she is just pretending!"

After reading a few medical books, I was tie-selling them to others. Instead of prescribing medicines, I went back to the doctor to grab a few ready-made medicines and decoct them for such refugees.

Regardless of whether it works or not, the good name of her young mistress of Zhennan Wangfu has spread, I really didn't see it, she usually looks like she doesn't fight, but she is so scheming at critical moments!
After taking the pulse of the seventh person, Ming concubine said solemnly, and told Xi'er, "Go and call the master."

It was rare for Ming concubine to show such an expression, Xi'er was a little flustered, and hurried to find Chu Mochen.

Chu Mochen was chatting with Wei Mingcheng, Dingbeihou's mansion was giving out porridge, Su Shi and Wei Minghui both came, and Wei Mingcheng accompanied him.

Xi'er looked for Chu Mochen, and Wei Mingcheng was worried about something, so they came together to see if there was anything they could help.

Chu Mochen came over and asked, "What's wrong?"

Mingyu got up, walked aside and said, "The condition of the victims this time is different from what I thought, it is much more serious."

Chu Mochen's heart sank.

Wei Mingcheng asked, "Is it the plague?"

Generally, after floods, plagues are extremely easy to break out. He has not only seen it, but also experienced it.

Minnie nodded.

Chu Mochen looked at the refugees, frowned tightly, and said, "It's important, I have to tell my father."

This time the flood was severe, and far more people were affected. Once the plague spread, the consequences would be disastrous.

Without delay, Chu Mochen rode back to the palace to look for the prince.

But the prince was not in the palace, he was called into the palace by the emperor to discuss matters, and Chu Mochen went straight into the palace.

This was the first time he entered the palace after he stood up and went straight to the imperial study.

Inside the imperial study.

The emperor and the prince discussed the matter of disaster relief. The rain stopped in the past two days, and disasters from all over the country were sent to Beijing. The disasters were much bigger than the emperor expected. Natural disasters were terrible, and natural disasters were accompanied by man-made disasters.

The Dajing Dynasty was hit hard by this, wouldn't the border gates take the opportunity to make trouble, the emperor just took a nap, dreamed of a war, he was so frightened that he hurriedly called the prince into the palace to discuss countermeasures.

While discussing, I heard the little eunuch report, "Your majesty, lord, the eldest son is here."

"Chen'er? What is he doing here?" The prince was puzzled.

"Let him in," said the emperor, holding up the teacup.

Chu Mochen stepped into the imperial study, and the prince saw him and said, "Didn't you accompany the concubine to give porridge, why did you enter the palace?"

"It's time for the imperial concubine to apply the medicine," Chu Mochen replied.

The emperor smiled, but the smile soon froze on his face. Chu Mochen didn't beat around the bush, and said directly, "Many refugees are sick. The imperial concubine took their pulse and found that it was a plague."

Father Deshun was frightened and stood back.

There is nothing more terrifying than the plague. If the plague hadn't taken the lives of his parents and brothers back then, he would not have wandered to Beijing, sold himself for a bite to eat, and finally entered the palace.

He went to the city gate yesterday!
Eunuch Deshun felt that something was wrong with him, he looked at the emperor, "Your Majesty..."

The emperor forced himself to be calm, and said, "Can the princess concubine cure the plague?"

"It should be possible," Chu Mochen said.

The emperor and the prince breathed a sigh of relief, and then said, "Before the plague spreads, quickly let the crown prince heal them."

Chu Mochen said, "What about the refugees outside the capital?"

The emperor didn't think much about it for a while, he said, "Let the concubine write down the prescription, and I will send the imperial doctor to cure the plague immediately."

Unavoidable that the plague would spread, Chu Mochen suggested that all the refugees fleeing around the capital should be sent out of the city, and soldiers should be sent to guard them, strictly prohibiting them from running around.

"I will leave this matter to you," the emperor said decisively.

The corner of Chu Mochen's mouth twitched, the emperor's arrangement must have been too casual.

Besides, after Chu Mochen left, Concubine Ming walked towards Chu Yu and the others, and said, "Go back to the palace first."

Chu Yu looked unfriendly, "Sis sister-in-law does good deeds, but stops us from doing them?"

Ming Concubine was extremely speechless, "You are not afraid of getting the plague, so naturally I won't stop you."

Chu Yu, Chu Dai and the others all changed their expressions.

"Plague?!" Chu Ke's voice was trembling, "Sister-in-law Si, this is not a trivial matter, you can't just talk nonsense."

Chu Dai tugged at her cloud sleeve and said, "It's better to believe in something than nothing."

It is good to have a good reputation, but a small life is more important. They are not girls from small families, and they can marry well with the words of Zhennan Wangfu.

Chu Yu panicked, "Go home."

Ming concubine told her, "When you go back, burn the clothes on your body, and ask the servant girl to pack up the old clothes you don't want and bring them back. In addition, before the officers and soldiers arrive, don't publicize the plague, so as not to cause panic."

Chu Yu nodded repeatedly.

Soon, Chu Mochen brought officers and soldiers to guard the gate of the city.

With so many officers and soldiers coming all at once, the ladies who helped the disaster felt bad, especially Chu Yu and the others left before the porridge in the Zhennan Palace was finished.

Then, the news of the plague spread, and the faces of the ladies were pale and crumbling.

After finally rushing to relieve the disaster, why did they encounter the plague?

After Ming concubine finished exhorting, those ladies hurried back home, wishing they could wash off a layer of skin with hot water, not to mention their clothes, they even changed the mattresses they lived in for fear of death.

Ming concubine wrote a prescription and asked Zhao Feng to go to Doctor Zhou's pharmacy to buy the medicine and deliver it. Then he was busy brewing the medicine and decocting it, so busy that his feet didn't touch the ground.

Chu Mochen came over and said, "What to do, you write it down, and I'll let someone do it."

Mingyu looked at the refugees and said, "Some of these refugees are infected, some are not infected. The sick ones must be isolated to prevent them from spreading, and the water they drink must be boiled. It is best to allow them to take a bath. All the clothes on him were burned."

That's why she asked the servant girl to send the unwanted clothes.

(End of this chapter)