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When the government sent people to arrest those infected with the plague and lock them up, they did not cry.

They did not cry when they learned that the doctors in the city had fled and there was no medicine left to cure them.

Only despair and numbness remained.

However, when a three-year-old toddler stood in front of them, speaking in a lighthearted tone and smiling sweetly at them, saying "Don't be afraid,"...

They couldn't help but cry.

I'm afraid of pain, I'm afraid of death.

It is human nature.

"Little child, where did you come from? We are sick, don't let us infect you, leave quickly."

"Yes, little one, let's go, don't worry about us."

The infected people waved to Renbao, saying that they were beyond saving and that innocent people should not be dragged into this mess.

Especially children.

Renbao touched an old woman's hand and took her pulse. He then checked the pulses of several other people, and she nodded her little head.

"Their pulses are all the same: thin, slippery, weak, floating, and tight, indicating yang deficiency and qi decline, with wind and cold binding the exterior."

"A detoxifying soup made from Coptis chinensis, Scutellaria baicalensis, Phellodendron chinense, and Gardenia jasminoides can remove toxins and dissipate heat."

"Xiaoxian County, if you find mugwort and atractylodes, burn them at fixed times in the streets and alleys to stop the spread of the plague."

"Honghong, go and gather all the medicinal herbs, such as angelica, calamus, and cinnamon, grind them into powder, make sachets, and give them to those who haven't yet contracted the plague."

Compal's light and sweet voice rang out.

Dr. Duan took out a piece of paper and wrote it down.

The magistrate's pupils contracted, and he didn't react for a moment. Was the magistrate calling him?

"Little Yama, I can find the medicine, but I can't make it into a sachet. You'll have to find someone to do it."

Honghong, who was perched on Renbao's little shoulder, scratched her head and said irritably when she saw the magistrate standing there like a silly goose.

"Fool, the King of Hell is calling you!"

The fox can talk!

The people, suffering greatly from the plague, were speechless.

This is absolutely unbelievable!

Have they lost their minds...?

"I understand, and give me the sachet as well." The magistrate's mind echoed with Renbao's words, and he hurriedly responded. He looked at the people, "This is the young celestial master sent by the imperial court, and also Doctor Duan."

"Little Celestial Master!"

"So she's the imperial court's junior Taoist priest. I've heard she's an excellent physician."

"There's hope! We're saved!"

Dr. Duan and his colleagues began to get busy.

The little fox was also busy; it not only recognized the medicine, but was also very agile and fast.

The people who had contracted the plague and were being held at the entrance of North Street lined up.

Several large, steaming vats emitted the aroma of herbs.

People who usually hate this smell now find it to be the best smell in the world.

The basket next to the medicine vat was piled high with steamed buns.

"Line up properly, everyone eat a steamed bun, drink a big bowl of medicine, get a good night's sleep, and you'll be better tomorrow."

Renbao stood on the stage, his tone cheerful.

The government officials, their clerks, and even the county magistrate joined in, wielding large ladles to serve medicine and distribute steamed buns to the people.

The people looked at Renbao's small figure and couldn't help but shed tears.

Regardless of whether the medicine worked or not, they would always remember that it was the arrival of this little baby that allowed them to eat soft white steamed buns and hot medicine.

……

At this time, in the capital city, in the imperial court...

The emperor frowned, worried about the plague in Luoyang.

Minister Yao stepped forward and advised, "Your Majesty, you cannot place your hopes solely on the Little Celestial Master. There are always those more capable than you. It would be better to send more people."

He did not believe that Renbao could turn the tide of the plague in Luoyang at that time.

The emperor frowned even more deeply; Renbao had indeed given him great surprises time and time again.

But relying on her alone would put too much pressure on him, and he worried that if she failed, Renbao would face criticism from thousands of people.

Wei Huaihao looked coldly at Minister Yao. How come he hadn't noticed before that this old scoundrel was so shameless, targeting Renbao time and time again?

It's nothing more than taking advantage of Renbao's young age.

"Does Lord Yao have a candidate?" Wei Huaihao asked in an unfriendly tone.

Minister Yao glanced at him: "Imperial Physician Liang from the Imperial Medical Academy is skilled and experienced. Sending him to suppress the rebellion is better than having the Little Celestial Master lead a folk doctor."

Upon hearing this, the Duke of Zhenguo immediately scoffed.

Physician Liang? He had to be humble and bow his head in front of Emperor Renbao.

Is this old man Yao just getting old and his mind is becoming muddled?

He gave a meaningful smile and said, "Your Majesty, since Lord Yao insists on his opinion, why not invite Imperial Physician Liang to the court and see how confident he is?"

Seeing his sly smile, Minister Yao felt a strange unease, but he nodded and said, "I agree."

The emperor's eyes shone brightly: "Summon Imperial Physician Liang."

When Physician Liang learned of the plague in Luoyang, he was so worried that he couldn't sleep. He stayed up late at night trying to find a prescription, but still had no clue.

As he scratched his cheek and ears, Eunuch Liu came to invite him to the Golden Palace.

Physician Liang looked completely bewildered.

Standing inside the Golden Palace, Minister Yao's burning gaze made him feel a little flustered.

"Imperial Physician Liang, a plague is raging in Luoyang. Do you have any solutions?" the emperor asked, looking at him.

Imperial Physician Liang sighed and shook his head dejectedly: "Your Majesty, I have no clue."

No sooner had he finished speaking than the Duke of Zhenguo impatiently asked, "Imperial Physician Liang, the Little Celestial Master has been ordered to go to Luoyang to treat the plague, but Lord Yao says that she is not as good as you and that you should go instead. What do you think of this?"

When Physician Liang heard that Renbao had already set off, his eyes lit up, and he excitedly pinched his thigh.

"The little Taoist priest is gone! That's wonderful! With her medical skills, she'll surely find a way."

Wait a minute, what's the second half of the sentence?

Physician Liang looked at Minister Yao with a shocked expression, and suddenly shouted, "Minister Yao, please don't harm me!"

Minister Yao: ?

Physician Liang wanted to become a disciple of Qingshan Temple, while Abbot Daoxuan clearly held Renbao in the highest esteem.

If he offends Renbao, he will have no hope in this life.

When Minister Yao makes such boastful remarks, what else could it be but harming him!

"Your Majesty, if even the Little Celestial Master can't cure the plague, then I'm afraid no one in the world can," Physician Liang said solemnly, then earnestly pleaded with Minister Yao.

"Lord Yao, please don't say such things again. The Little Celestial Master is a genius, a reincarnation of a celestial child. If you question her, you will be in big trouble."

Mystical and nonsensical!

Minister Yao was humiliated in court and was furious.

What an idiot! He refused to be promoted, but kept praising Su Renbao instead.

The emperor made the decision and said sternly, "Alright, let's not mention this matter again. Anyone who disagrees with the Little Celestial Master can go to Luoyang and try their luck."

"At your age, how can you target a little baby?"

……

After the court session, the Yao family's carriage crossed the pontoon bridge.

When Minister Yao came out of the palace, his face was gloomy, and he felt a huge weight on his heart. He had really lost face today.

"Stop the car, I need to get out and walk around," Yao Shangshu said.

The carriage came to a sudden stop.

He walked on the bluestone road and saw a long line of fortune tellers ahead, which he used to scoff at.

Today, however, I couldn't control myself and headed towards the stall.