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Half a month later, Powa Lane has been completely transformed.

Gu Mingyue stood at the entrance of the alley, looking at the scene before her, and was momentarily dazed.

The walls on both sides of the alley were painted snow-white, and the water in the drainage ditch was clear, flowing along the gravel-paved road to the end of the alley.

The clothesline was no longer hung with dusty rags, but with clean, freshly washed jumpsuits swaying gently in the morning breeze.

The stench in the air is gone.

Instead, there was a faint smell of lime mixed with the aroma of rice porridge wafting from the stove in the distance.

She stepped inside.

In the backyard of the ancestral hall, six hundred people stood in neat rows.

There are thirty squads, each with two columns, and the distance between the squads is one zhang (approximately 3.3 meters).

The captain stood at the front, his back ramrod straight, holding a small cloth flag in his hand.

Fang Henian stood on a high stool in the center of the courtyard.

His tall, slender figure cast a long shadow in the morning light.

He held up a red cloth flag in his hand, his expression cold and ruthless.

"First group, diagnosis and triage, begin!"

As soon as the words were spoken, teams one through five moved simultaneously.

Ten people played the role of "patients" and were carried in from the hospital entrance.

The other twenty people split into two groups. One group went forward to examine the "patient's" complexion, tongue coating, and pulse.

Another group prepared stretchers and isolation curtains at the rear.

"Mild cases are on the left, severe cases on the right, and suspected cases are under observation. Act quickly."

Fang Henian's voice wasn't fierce, but no one in the courtyard dared to lose focus.

Gu Mingyue leaned against the door frame, her gaze sweeping around.

Ten men dressed in gray-blue short jackets stood on the outer perimeter of the group; they were retired imperial guards sent by the King of Qi.

With them around, who would dare disobey orders?

A bearded guard was squatting next to the twelfth team, pressing down on the elbow of a handyman carrying a stretcher.

"Raise your elbows and don't let your back sag. If you lift him like that, he'll slide off the stretcher in less than three steps."

The handyman quickly made adjustments.

Gu Mingyue's lips twitched slightly.

She initially just wanted to hire a few hundred temporary workers to practice basic operations in advance.

Moving patients around, sprinkling lime, and at most learning how to wear a mask and tie the straps.

As a result, when these ten retired Imperial Guards arrived, they turned the epidemic prevention drill into a military exercise.

Line up, call out numbers, time out, and take the test.

If the movement is not up to standard, the whole team has to start over.

If the captain can't control them, the guards will go and keep an eye on them.

The 600 people were divided into small units, and each unit was assigned a guard as an "instructor" to train from morning till night.

This isn't a charitable hall; this is an emergency medical camp.

Fang Henian jumped down from the high stool and walked to the end of the transfer passage.

As soon as a handyman brought the "patient" into the isolation area, before the curtain was even lowered, Fang Henian spoke.

"wrong."

"You just touched the patient's clothes, and your hands may have picked up the germs. Touching the isolation area curtain without washing your hands is pointless."

"If you forget again, I'll deduct the tag."

The handyman shrank back and obediently went back to start over.

Several handymen nearby also unconsciously rubbed their hands behind their backs, afraid that Dr. Fang would notice that their hands were not washed.

Gu Mingyue watched this scene from the doorway and slowly exhaled.

To be honest, the results exceeded her expectations.

With the manpower trained to this level, they are basically ready to be deployed now.

All that's left is to wait.

She waits for that moment that no one wants to come, but that she knows will come sooner or later.

The pharmacy in the front yard.

Shi Buji was squatting in front of the medicine cabinet, checking each drawer for insect and moisture prevention.

Hearing footsteps, he looked up and immediately stood up.

"Boss!"

"Um."

Gu Mingyue sat down at the counter and took the teacup that Taozhi handed her.

She didn't ask how "business" was going; she just sat idly and watched the busy workers outside.

"Master..."

Shi Buji stepped forward, rubbing his hands together, his voice lacking confidence.

"Juhong Pharmacy has been open for half a month, and not a single customer has come to visit."

"My subordinates open the doors, clean, arrange the goods, and wipe the counters every day, sitting from morning till night."

His head drooped lower and lower, filled with remorse.

"Not even a fly has ever been able to get into our shop."

Gu Mingyue put down her teacup, her expression unchanged.

"It's alright, the flies didn't come because the sanitation team at the entrance cleared them away."

"Moreover, good wine needs no bush. Besides, the longer our tangerine peel is aged, the better its medicinal effects become."

Shi Buji's eyes brightened slightly, and he slowly raised his head.

"The boss isn't upset that his subordinates didn't make money?"

Gu Mingyue smiled, her expression kind and approachable.

"Manager Shi, what we need is to accumulate strength gradually and then unleash it. The more you rush to promote it, the lower your standards will appear."

"The more you try to sell something, the more people will think there's something wrong with it."

"so……"

Gu Mingyue tapped the table with her fingertip and said meaningfully:

"Don't always think about selling the goods. Look at the market from the perspective of the brand."

"You need to learn to proactively present the drawbacks to your customers and let them make their own choices."

"Actively...expose the drawbacks?"

Shi Buji frowned and thought for a while.

But which business would advertise its lack of advantages?

He asked somewhat uncertainly.

"You mean... I should tell the customers that our orange-red fruit is very expensive?"

Gu Mingyue's eyes were sincere.

"That's right. Customers who truly need orange peel won't care about the price. Those who care about the price aren't necessarily the ones who actually need to buy it."

"Never force things."

A look of earnestness, bordering on piety, flashed in Shi Buji's eyes.

The boss's idea is truly extraordinary!

He nodded, carefully considering his words.

He looked like a disciple who had just grasped the meaning of the scriptures, his whole body radiating a sense of "I see" surprise.

Gu Mingyue picked up her teacup and continued drinking, while using the rim of the bowl to cover the corners of her lips that were secretly curving upwards.

Letting Shi Buji guard the shop was a wise decision.

The best people are those who are placed in the right positions.

Suddenly, the sound of horses' hooves came from outside the door.

Immediately afterwards, a drawn-out voice drifted in from the alley entrance.

"Oh, this is it?"

Two tall, magnificent horses were parked at the entrance.

A young gentleman in fine clothes sat on horseback.

The man in front of her was waving a gold-flecked folding fan; he had a fair complexion, red lips, and a playful smile on his lips.

His chin was slightly raised, and his gaze swept across the shop as if he were looking at some rare item.

The one behind was a little shorter, with a round face, carrying a string of candied hawthorns in his hand, munching on them while peering into the shop.

The two dismounted and strolled through the door.

"Pujitang Juhong Pharmacy".

The young master with the folding fan stood arrogantly in the shop, looking around.

Finally, he looked up at the plaque one last time, read it aloud, and sneered.

"The owner of this shop is quite a character, opening his shop in this run-down place."

The round-faced young man who followed in hadn't finished eating his candied hawthorn and mumbled a reply.

"I knew it! Shops that have been buying large quantities of medicinal herbs in Kyoto lately are definitely not legitimate pharmacies."

"Who would buy medicine in this godforsaken place? You just wouldn't believe me and insisted on coming here to see for yourself."

Shi Buji stood behind the counter and glanced at the two of them.

I thought about what my employer had just said.

Then he gave the two gentlemen a warm smile.

"Young masters, my goods are too expensive. You may not be able to afford them. I advise you to leave as soon as possible."

The two young noblemen: "..."

Upon hearing this, Gu Mingyue's hand holding the teacup trembled.

He slowly raised his eyelids and glanced at Shi Buji.

Shi Buji, no wonder he's the shop assistant who brought down fifty shops.

This talent is innate.

She was very satisfied.