Were it not for the help of Yunyun and Xiaoniang in looking after so many patients, she would have been truly stretched.
"Bang!"
"What are you doing? These medicines were painstakingly brewed by the young madam. Even if you don't drink them, you shouldn't have knocked them over. They could be given to other patients."
Yunyun's voice was tinged with grievance. The medicine was very precious, and it was a shame it had been spilled. Yunyun crouched down to pick up the shards, but Feng Jin quickly stopped her.
"How can you pick them up with your hands? Use a broom to sweep them up and discard them."
Feng Jin glanced at the pale, bloodless woman lying on the bed, sighed softly, and then turned to fetch another bowl of medicine.
"Why aren't you drinking the medicine?"
The woman heard the voice, turned her head, and wiped away the tears at the corner of her eyes. "There's no point in me living. It's better to die from the plague than to continue living."
"You think so little of your own life..."
Feng Jin had always looked down on people who were so quick to seek death. She had seen too many people strive to live, and even in extreme pain, they never thought of giving up their lives.
As Feng Jin was about to say something more, Yunyun stepped forward and pulled her aside.
"Young madam, you may not know this, but when the rebels breached the city, she was insulted by them and then abandoned by her fiancé's family. She already wanted to die, and when she contracted the plague, she was sent here."
Upon hearing the truth, Feng Jin's heart trembled. She sat down beside the woman, took her hand, and said in a gentle voice, "Everyone experiences misfortune in life. It all depends on whether you can get through it. As long as you can get through it, nothing will be able to defeat you, and your future life will be brilliant."
"If you become self-abandoning and determined to die because of some hardship, you must also think of your parents and relatives. How heartbroken would they be if you were gone? If your fiancé abandoned you because of this, then he is clearly not someone you can rely on. Seeing his true character early is not a bad thing."
"Look around this room. Which of these people has not experienced suffering? Yet they are all trying their best to live, while you want to give up your life. Do you truly have no regrets? A person's life is not lived for themselves alone. Think of those you care about, those who deeply love you."
The woman's eyes filled with tears, and she bowed her head, weeping bitterly, as if to lament her grievances and her tragic fate.
Feng Jin sighed softly. Who in this world doesn't suffer? "Yunyun, let her drink the medicine."
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"Young General, several of our soldiers have also contracted the plague."
Ling Mohan's expression gradually turned extremely grim as he listened to Lu Shi's report. The plague was raging. More than a dozen people in the city had already died from it, and now even the soldiers were contracting it.
"Follow Feng Jin's method and isolate the sick soldiers..."
He couldn't trouble Feng Jin with these matters anymore. If she continued to work so hard, her health would surely not be able to withstand it.
"Your subordinate obeys."
After Lu Shi left, Ling Mohan looked worried, and his heart was even more concerned about Feng Jin's safety. He didn't know how she was doing inside.
Ling Mohan couldn't suppress his concern any longer and moved towards the courtyard.
"Greetings, Young General. There are patients infected with the plague inside, so you cannot enter."
The soldiers, knowing the danger within, mustered their courage and blocked Ling Mohan.
Ling Mohan did not choose to force his way in. He merely stood at the entrance, gazing inside, hoping to catch a glimpse of Feng Jin from afar.
Patient after patient was carried in, and patients who had died were carried out. Seeing this, Ling Mohan's heart felt as if it were being tightly gripped, causing him immense pain.
However, he suppressed his inner impulse and stood outside the door.
"Young General, something has happened in the military camp. Please return with me."
Lu Shi rushed over, panicked. He had searched the entire military camp without finding Ling Mohan and, after several attempts, finally located him.
Ling Mohan turned his head and glanced around. He did not see Feng Jin, and his eyes showed unconcealed disappointment. He handed the food box in his hand to the soldier at the door: "Give this food box to the young madam."
After making the arrangements, Ling Mohan left.
"Madam, quickly come and see..."
Feng Jin had just closed her eyes for a moment when she was woken by Yunyun's exclamation. She sat up abruptly and rushed over.
"Hold him down and stuff the cloth into his mouth."
Feng Jin quickly gave instructions and then took out silver needles to puncture several acupoints on his head.
It turned out to be epilepsy caused by the plague. Feng Jin exerted great effort to control the condition.
"When he wakes up, give him the medicine."
Feng Jin supported herself on the table and stood up, feeling dizzy for a long time before slowly recovering.
"Madam, how are you? Please sit down and rest for a while." Yunyun stepped forward to help Feng Jin sit down.
"Madam, you haven't eaten anything all day. Please drink some porridge first."
Xiaoniang brought a bowl of porridge and offered it to Feng Jin.
"Thank you." Feng Jin took a few sips, but her stomach felt nauseous, and she lost her appetite.
"You two don't need to stay by my side. Go and rest."
After dismissing them, Feng Jin fiddled with the silver needles in her hand and fell into thought. After performing acupuncture on the patient just now, she noticed that the patient's pulse had become much calmer.
She vaguely recalled reading in ancient medical texts that someone had discovered a method of treating the plague by using acupuncture to expel the evil toxins from the body, combined with medication.
She had tried many prescriptions for treating the plague in the past two days, but none had shown remarkable results. It was only through an accidental needling today that she realized the condition had improved.
Perhaps acupuncture could indeed be used to treat the plague, but this method of acupuncture was very dangerous and required constant experimentation to find the most suitable approach.
The therapeutic effect could only be determined after trying it on a patient.
Feng Jin began to feel troubled again. Performing acupuncture on a human body was not a simple matter.
Looking at the silver needles in her hand, Feng Jin hesitated for a long time before finally making a decision. The plague and the lives of the patients no longer allowed her time to consider.
She could only make a desperate attempt; perhaps she could truly cure it using this method.
Feng Jin tightly grasped the silver needle pack and walked to a very critically ill elder.
"Grandmother, I am about to perform acupuncture on you. It will be a bit painful, so please bear with it."
"Cough... cough... It's alright. I'm an old bone... I have no children or grandchildren, so no one will miss me if I die. You... you can perform the acupuncture on me with peace of mind..."
Feng Jin's expression flickered slightly. She took a deep breath. "Grandmother, please rest assured, I will definitely cure you."
Feng Jin opened the silver needle pack, took out a silver needle, and held it between her fingers.