The Regent's Concubine is Crazy

Chapter 277

In the dim tent, Shangguan Ziling's voice was particularly clear. Her eyes were firm and resolute, as if she was ready to face everything.

Shangguan Ziling said: "Clean up the environment here. There is cotton cloth next to you. Use the cotton cloth to wipe the victims' homes inside and out, using the cotton cloth dipped in strong liquor."

Qiu Kui stood aside. She looked at Shangguan Ziling and asked softly, "Princess, what's the use of this?"

Shangguan Ziling simply said two words: "disinfection".

Upon hearing this, Qiu Kui nodded. She understood what Shangguan Ziling meant. She turned around and did as Shangguan Ziling said with the yamen runners.

The yamen runners took action one after another.

Mo Feng stood aside and also stepped forward to clean up. He turned to look at Shangguan Ziling and asked softly, "Princess, will this really work?"

Shangguan Ziling did not answer his question. She walked to a corner and secretly took out a large bucket of spiritual spring water from the space.

Mo Shaoxie stood aside, his eyes deep and bright. He looked at Shangguan Ziling, his heart full of respect and love.

Shangguan Ziling turned to look at Mo Shaoxie and said softly, "Mo Shaoxie, let's find someone who is seriously ill with the plague and see if the spiritual spring water can cure the plague."

Mo Shaoxie nodded when he heard this. He held Shangguan Ziling's hand tightly and said "hmm" softly.

They walked out of the tent together and came to the open space outside.

As night fell, the already dim gathering place for disaster victims was now shrouded in dead silence. Suddenly, a loud noise broke the silence, and the sound became louder and louder, as if someone was arguing about something.

Shangguan Ziling and Mo Shaoxie looked at each other and immediately realized what had happened outside. They walked out quickly and saw a group of disaster victims gathered together, talking and the atmosphere was very tense.

Mo Feng stepped forward to report: "Master, Princess, they know that they are infected with the plague here, and they all want to leave here."

Shangguan Ziling frowned. She knew this was a thorny problem. The plague was highly contagious. If the victims were allowed to leave at will, it might cause a wider range of infection.

She walked into the middle of the crowd and said loudly: "Everyone, be quiet, please be quiet first."

Her voice was loud and powerful, and it quickly attracted everyone's attention. The victims stopped talking and looked at her.

Shangguan Ziling continued, "This is the regent queen, I am her princess consort and also a doctor. I will cure the plague, everyone please don't panic."

Her words revealed a firmness and confidence, which brought some comfort to the victims present.

However, a young man couldn't help but question, "You are a doctor, you are so young, can you cure the plague? We don't want to wait to die here, we want to leave!"

Shangguan Ziling was not angry at the other party's doubts. She knew very well that these disaster victims were in extreme panic at the moment and needed comfort and trust.

Shangguan Ziling patiently explained: "Although the plague is terrible, it is not invincible. I will do my best to develop a drug to treat the plague. Please trust me and cooperate with my treatment."

The victims began to hesitate after hearing her words. They looked at each other, some with hope in their eyes, while others were still terrified.

Shangguan Ziling knew that she needed more time and effort to win the trust of these disaster victims.

Shangguan Ziling's voice was particularly clear. Her eyes were firm and resolute, as if she was ready to face everything.

She looked around at the victims with pale faces and empty eyes, and a strong sense of responsibility surged in her heart.

"Line up and drink a bowl of medicine each to prevent your condition from getting worse." Shangguan Ziling's voice was firm and powerful, giving the victims present a glimmer of hope.

Mo Shaoxie turned around and walked out carrying a large bucket of spiritual spring water.

Mo Feng turned around and said to the yamen runners, "Hurry up and help maintain order and get the victims to line up."

Upon hearing this, the yamen runners took action.

Soon, a long line formed in the tent. The victims were skeptical. The flood destroyed their homes and they had nothing left. Even if they left, they would still be hungry. They might as well take a gamble. At least here, they could have hot porridge to drink every day.

Shangguan Ziling picked up a bowl, scooped a bowl of spiritual spring water from the barrel, and handed it to Daya.

Daya took the bowl, her eyes full of expectation and hope. She took a sip and immediately felt a cool feeling spread throughout her body. She couldn't help but praise: "Sister, this soup is so strange, there is no trace of medicine, and it tastes good. After drinking it, I feel much more energetic."

Shangguan Ziling looked at her with a smile and couldn't help feeling relieved.

However, when Daya said the next sentence, Shangguan Ziling's mood became heavy. Daya choked and said, "Sister, if mother drinks this medicine, will she not leave me?"

Her voice was filled with sadness and resentment, which made everyone present feel distressed. Shangguan Ziling gently patted her shoulder and said, "Daya, you have to be strong. Your mother has left this world, but she will always live in your heart."

The victims became agitated after hearing Daya's words. They recalled their painful experiences of losing their loved ones, and their eyes were filled with tears.

Mo Feng saw this and immediately stepped forward to maintain order. He shouted, "Don't get excited, we will treat you as soon as possible. Please stay calm and follow the princess's instructions."

Under Mo Feng's comfort, the victims gradually calmed down. They began to line up to drink the medicine according to Shangguan Ziling's instructions.

The sky gradually darkened, and the entire gathering place for disaster victims was shrouded in a hazy night. The cold wind blew across the empty space, bringing with it bursts of sobbing.

Mo Shaoxie turned to Mo Feng and said, "Call twenty secret guards to help."

"Yes"

After a while, a group of secret guards in black uniforms appeared in front of them.

The sky was getting darker and the wind was getting colder. The secret guards quickly found some dry firewood and started a bonfire. The flames jumped and made crackling sounds, bringing a little warmth to this cold night.

The victims sat around the bonfire, their faces full of fatigue and fear. But when they saw the busy figures of the secret guards and yamen runners, a glimmer of hope flashed in their eyes.

The yamen runners and secret guards held torches and began to clean the makeshift tents built by the victims.

Shangguan Ziling came to a tent where there were five disaster victims. They were lying on the bed, looking pale and weak, with weak breathing.

Shangguan Ziling carefully checked the condition of each person. Their faces were as pale as paper, and their breath was so weak that it was almost imperceptible, as if they would disappear from this world at any time.

She picked up the silver needles and inserted them into their bodies with skillful and gentle techniques. Each needle was inserted accurately into the acupuncture points, and she used her inner strength to guide the silver needles, hoping to relieve their pain.

After the acupuncture, she fed them spiritual spring water.

Mo Shaoxie stepped forward to help, held up their heads, put the bowl close to their mouths, and fed them little by little.

As the spiritual spring water flowed in, the faces of the five infected people began to slowly regain some color. Their breath also became slightly more stable, as if there was a hint of life.