Dad, don't be greedy! My brother climbed into the emperor's bed, and I became famous overn

After Xue Ren arrived with the Imperial Medical Academy personnel, Gu Mingyue didn't waste any words.

They spread the defense map of the backyard of the ancestral hall directly on the long table.

"Dr. Xue, the isolation area in Yitang is divided into three levels: mild case area, severe case area, and suspected case observation area. Each area is separated by lime lines, and people are not allowed to move between areas."

Xue Ren looked at the picture and nodded repeatedly.

This zoning scheme is more detailed than any existing scheme in the Imperial Hospital.

Standing behind his master, Fang Henian added, "The backyard currently houses forty-seven patients. Eight of them are in serious condition, and three more were added last night."

Xue Ren's expression froze for a moment.

"The rate of new cases is accelerating."

"So we don't have time to dawdle."

Gu Mingyue patted the defense map on the table and looked at Shi Buji.

How many masks have arrived?

"Su Wan is working through the night, and she can deliver another three thousand before noon today."

Shi Buji flipped through the notebook, his voice hoarse, clearly indicating that he hadn't slept all night.

"How many days will it last?" Xue Ren asked.

"It depends on how you use it."

Gu Mingyue sat down and started counting on her fingers.

"If we distribute them for free, one per person, 55,000 will be gone in three days. If production capacity can't keep up, a supply shortage will cause problems."

Xue Ren nodded; this was indeed a problem.

Gu Mingyue had already come up with a plan.

"They won't be given away for free. They'll cost one coin each and be sold under the name of the Imperial Medical Academy."

Xue Ren was stunned.

"Selling face masks during a pandemic? If word gets out..."

"Physician Xue, you have practiced medicine for thirty years and understand people's hearts better than I do."

Gu Mingyue stood up, walked to the door, and pointed to the people queuing outside.

"Nobody appreciates free things. They take them in the morning, then throw them away in the afternoon because they're bored. Do you believe me?"

Xue Ren opened his mouth, then closed it again.

He actually believed it.

The Imperial Medical Academy had previously distributed free medicine kits in disaster areas, but half of them were taken home and hoarded without being used.

"But if he spent money on something, even if it cost him a single penny, he wouldn't be willing to throw it away."

Gu Mingyue spoke calmly, yet every word she said made sense.

"A penny can buy something to save your life; anyone can afford it, and nobody thinks it's too expensive."

"But because he paid for it, he'll feel that it's valuable, and he'll wear it and use it properly."

"Moreover, every penny earned adds up and can help cover the workshop's production costs, ensuring an uninterrupted supply of masks."

Xue Ren remained silent for a moment.

"Alright! We'll do as you say. I'll go and speak with the Jingzhao Prefecture to have them sell the goods under the name of the Imperial Medical Academy."

Gu Mingyue was waiting for these words.

"All the money obtained was used for epidemic prevention expenses, and the accounts were made public."

Xue Ren bowed respectfully.

"My master is kind-hearted. After the epidemic subsides, I will certainly report his achievements to His Majesty!"

Gu Mingyue doesn't care about empty fame.

She did this simply to save the lives of the entire Gu family.

Outside the door, Gong Huozheng led a group of people in from the alley entrance, followed by five large carts.

The cart was neatly stacked with earthenware jars sealed with red cloth.

"Miss! The disinfectant has arrived."

Gong Huo, covered in sweat, jumped off the cart shaft and jogged over.

"The first batch of two hundred jars was transported all the way from Weihu Village. It was bumpy on the way, but the seals were never broken."

Xue Ren walked over, untied the red cloth seal on a jar, and brought it close to his nose to smell it.

A pungent smell wafted up, and he frowned slightly, fanning himself with his hand.

"Is this the disinfectant you were talking about?"

"Yes. It's ten times more effective at disinfection than lime water."

Gu Mingyue unloaded a jar from the car, unscrewed the lid, and poured a small bowl of it into the ditch next to her.

The murky ditch water became clear in just a few breaths.

Xue Ren squatted down to take a look, then dipped his finger in the liquid and smelled it.

The old doctor's eyes lit up.

"nice one!"

"But we can't cover the whole city by spraying on our own."

Gu Mingyue looked at Yi Wu.

Yi Wu jumped down from the wall and handed over a note.

"Miss, the master has replied."

Gu Mingyue unfolded the note, which contained only four words:

[Accurate. Troop deployment and coordination.]

She handed the note to Xue Ren.

"The troops from the Jingji Camp have been mobilized. Two hundred jars of disinfectant have been divided into four groups to spray along the main streets and alleys of the four cities, in coordination with the officers and soldiers."

"Key areas are wells, public toilets, vegetable markets, and the entrances of neighborhoods where people gather."

Xue Ren stood up and patted the dust off his knees.

"Girl, if you were born a man with that kind of brain, you'd probably be a prime minister."

Gu Mingyue smiled faintly upon hearing this.

"Being a prime minister is too arduous. I just want to be a respectable businessman and make a lot of money."

Xue Ren didn't understand why this girl, who came from a wealthy family, was so determined to go into business.

But didn't ask much.

Everyone has their own ambitions.

He turned and beckoned to the people from the Imperial Hospital and the officers from the Five Cities Garrison to begin distributing disinfectant.

Two hundred jars of disinfectant were loaded onto the soldiers' carriages and split into four groups, heading in four directions towards the capital.

Meanwhile, inside the Pujitang pharmacy, Shi Buji was directing his staff to set up six large iron pots.

What was bubbling in the pot wasn't food, but pots and pots of tangerine peel cough-suppressing medicine soup.

This batch of medicinal herbs was stockpiled by Gu Mingyue half a month ago.

At the time, Shi Buji was still wondering, "Why is the boss holding onto so much orange peel and not letting us sell it?"

Now they've all come in handy.

After the medicinal soup was brewed, it was divided into individual bamboo cups and placed on the long table in front of the charitable hall for the people seeking medical treatment to drink free of charge.

The rich aroma of herbs wafted from the alley entrance all the way to the street, and passersby stopped to smell it.

"What kind of medicine is this?"

"Free herbal soup from Pujitang! It can stop coughing and clear phlegm!"

The news spread very quickly.

In less than half an hour, the number of people queuing at the entrance of the charitable hall increased by 30%.

Fang Henian was so busy in the backyard that he barely had time to rest.

He led five reserve medical officers from the Imperial Medical Academy to conduct follow-up examinations, adjust prescriptions, and change medications for each patient.

After reading each one, he would make a mark on the white cloth strip on the bamboo curtain.

The word "heat" has been changed to "reduction," meaning the fever has subsided.

The word "cough" has been changed to "mild," meaning the cough has lessened.

The word "severe" has been changed to "stable," meaning the condition has stabilized.

Occasionally, the word "light" is changed back to "heavy".

With each revision, Fang Henian pursed his lips even tighter.

By evening, the first day of epidemic prevention work had come to an initial conclusion.

Xiao Jue led his men to inspect the area.

On the stone-paved road of Powa Lane, retired Imperial Guards were leading their laborers to wash the road surface with disinfectant.

The water stains shimmered in the setting sun.

The air was filled with the scent of medicine and disinfectant, which masked the original nauseating stench.

The handymen, dressed in protective suits, moved things back and forth.

People are still queuing up in long lines along the streets to receive treatment.

The epidemic prevention work is proceeding in an orderly manner.

The imperial physicians sent by the Imperial Medical Academy have been replaced three times.

They were all exhausted.

Xiao Jue knew the answer.

If it weren't for the Gu siblings' prior preparations, Xue Ren would have reported the epidemic immediately.

Kyoto today would not be the peaceful city it is now.