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The epidemic prevention and control measures have entered their fifth day.

The number of patients surged, and charitable institutions, clinics, and government relief centers were all overflowing with patients.

At its worst, the corridor in the backyard of the charitable institution was covered with straw mats, and patients lay side by side.

Xue Ren discussed it with Gu Mingyue.

Crowded groups only increase the risk of transmission.

If this continues, the charitable hall will no longer be a place for treating illnesses, but rather a breeding ground for epidemics.

Therefore, the Jingzhao Prefecture officially ordered that the entire Powa Lane and its three surrounding side lanes be designated as an "epidemic prevention and control zone".

At each end of the alley entrance, there was a wooden fence guarded by officers from the Five Cities Garrison. People entering and leaving had to register.

No one is allowed to enter without registering.

A hoodlum tried to climb over the wall to steal medicinal herbs, but was knocked down by a guard with a stick and immediately handed over to the Jingzhao Prefecture.

After the news spread, no one dared to try anything clever anymore.

The houses in the alley were rented by the imperial court, and six hundred laborers were reorganized.

Gu Mingyue personally drafted a grouping plan.

It is so detailed that it is written down clearly what position each person should stand in each day, what they should do, and who they should hand over their shift to.

One hundred people are responsible for disinfection patrols, spraying disinfectant three times a day along the alley.

Do it once each in the morning, noon, and evening, no more and no less.

One hundred people were responsible for transporting patients, carrying suspected patients reported from various neighborhoods on stretchers to the triage center.

Those transferring passengers must wear masks at all times and wash their hands before handing over the goods upon arrival at the charitable institution.

Two hundred people were responsible for logistics and supplies, including moving medicinal herbs, transporting grain, boiling water, and washing bedding.

The bedding must be scalded with boiling water before being aired out; this is Gu Mingyue's strict rule.

The remaining two hundred people were assigned to several other temporary quarantine sites in Kyoto to assist the imperial physicians in epidemic prevention.

Once the whole process is running, the efficiency is frighteningly high.

Xue Ren would patrol Powa Lane every morning and then sit in the Jingzhao Prefecture's epidemic prevention office to direct operations in the afternoon.

He discovered an interesting phenomenon.

Those handymen were even more efficient at their work than the reserve medical officers of the Imperial Hospital.

It wasn't because they were skilled doctors, but because they were obedient.

Gu Mingyue told them to wear masks, so they did.

They washed their hands when told to.

I'm not allowed to cross regions, even if you kill me.

An elderly woman who works odd jobs lives in the next-door ward for mild cases; she can call out to someone through a curtain.

But Gu Mingyue said he wasn't allowed to go to different areas, and he stubbornly didn't step over that curtain for three days.

Every evening when I finished work, I would stand on this side of the curtain and call out, "Mom, I'm here."

It's in this relatively stable state right now.

Orders were strictly enforced without any ambiguity.

Xue Ren curiously asked Gu Mingyue for her management experience.

Gu Mingyue's answer was only one sentence.

"Money is everything."

Xue Ren: "..."

The seventh day of epidemic prevention.

The effects of the prevention and control measures are beginning to show.

The number of newly diagnosed critically ill patients at Yitang has decreased from 30 to 50 per day to 13 or 14 per day.

This number is posted on the notice board at the entrance of the charitable institution, and people passing by who come to see a doctor will glance at it.

With each drop in the number, a sigh of relief rippled through the crowd.

The recovery rate for patients with mild symptoms is also accelerating.

The Juhong Zhenke San (Citrus Peel Cough-Relieving Powder) decoction played a significant role.

Most patients with mild symptoms will experience fever and cough relief within five to seven days.

Some of the healthier ones were lively and energetic again after four or five days, clamoring to go home.

Fang Henian would always put on a stern face and push the person back: "Observe for another day."

After the news spread, the people of Kyoto gradually calmed down from their initial panic.

The streets are bustling with people again.

The vendors have started carrying their loads and going from street to street again.

Teahouses have gradually reopened, although customers are all wearing masks, only taking them off while drinking tea and putting them back on quickly afterward.

That scene... was quite amusing.

Juhong Zhenke San (橘红镇咳散) has become a miracle drug for relieving cough and phlegm.

Those who bought the orange-red fruit before are glad they stocked up on this treasure in advance.

Those who didn't buy it are kicking themselves and are asking around everywhere where they can still find it.

In teahouses and taverns, the most discussed topic among the people was not how terrible the epidemic was, but how miraculous the owner of Pujitang was.

"I heard that the Master Gu is the daughter of the Right Chancellor."

"Tsk tsk, the Prime Minister's residence has produced a great philanthropist."

"What great philanthropist? He's a Bodhisattva reincarnated!"

"Do you even know that these masks cost one cent each, but the cost to make them is more than one cent? They're practically selling them at a loss!"

"Really?"

"It's absolutely true! My cousin works at Su's Textile Workshop, and she said it herself. The cost of the fabric and cotton yarn alone is more than a penny."

The room erupted in uproar.

Someone else chimed in.

"Old Zhang next door had been coughing for half a month and was on the verge of death. He was taken to the mortuary and was lively and energetic again in just three days."

"When I got back, I set up a memorial tablet at home. It reads 'Pujitang Gu Dongjia Family Memorial Tablet'."

When Gu Mingyue heard Shi Buji recount this story, the corner of her mouth twitched for a long time.

"Tell him to remove that memorial tablet. I'm still alive; I don't need a longevity tablet."

Shi Buji rubbed his hands, looking troubled.

"It's not just Old Zhang's family. Every household in the entire Broken Tile Lane has made offerings."

"Moreover, they didn't just offer sacrifices to the young lady. Prime Minister Gu and the eldest young master were also sacrificed to."

Gu Mingyue sighed and rubbed her forehead.

No need!

While their family was still struggling to survive, they already had neat ancestral tablets in the marketplace!

She imagined the scene of every household in Powa Lane having ancestral tablets for her family of three, and a chill ran down her spine.

Day 10 of the epidemic prevention efforts.

The number of new cases in Kyoto has finally started to decline.

The number of people has dropped from nearly a hundred per day at its peak to just over sixty.

The numbers are still declining.

Gu Mingyue stood at the entrance of the ancestral hall and saw that the number of people queuing outside was 20% less than a few days ago, and she breathed a slight sigh of relief.

She hasn't had a proper night's sleep in ten days.

The dark circles under her eyes were hidden under the makeup, but the makeup was about to come out too.

Fang Henian walked out of the backyard, holding a list in his hand.

He walks with a steady gait, and even after working three consecutive night shifts, his back remains ramrod straight.

"Twelve more people in the mild case ward have met the criteria and can be released tomorrow."

"What about the intensive care unit?"

"Eight cases stabilized, while one case worsened."

Fang Henian looked serious, like a strict scholar.

"The man whose condition worsened was 43 years old, a blacksmith. He was brought in too late; the lung heat had already penetrated deeper. I adjusted the prescription, adding Lepidium seed and mulberry bark. I'll check on him again tonight."

He didn't need Gu Mingyue to ask further questions; he proactively explained the key information.

Fang Henian's tone remained calm and composed, without any haste or impatience. His report on the patient's condition was well-organized and focused on the key points.

Gu Mingyue felt that this young man was someone who could accomplish great things quietly and was worth making good use of.

She nodded approvingly.

"Well done, I'll have to give you a big bonus later."

Fang Henian cupped his hands in greeting, then turned and went back to the backyard without expression.

He didn't say a single extra word from beginning to end.

Throughout the entire process, they regarded money as dirt.

Yi Wu squatted on the wall next to him, watching Fang Henian's back, and secretly rolled his eyes.

"Miss is philandering again."

He skillfully pulled out the small slip of paper and silently made a note of it.