Zhao Yong glanced at her expression and kicked the yamen runner in the leg.
"You petty official are too audacious! How could you not inform this official of such a major matter? If there's a mistake, can you bear the responsibility!"
After scolding, he turned to Feng Yinwan, smiling obsequiously, "Your Highness, it's all my oversight. If you wish to blame me, I wouldn't dare complain, but the malaria has not yet stopped. You see..."
Those who have been in officialdom for a long time are indeed cunning foxes.
Everything that had been in contact with the sick in the prison had already been burned. It would be difficult to investigate further now. Feng Yinwan had no intention of prolonging the conversation and merely waved her hand.
"This Highness understands. The newly revised prescription is extremely effective in suppressing the symptoms. Lord Zhao, please have someone copy a set to take back."
"Yes, yes!"
After ordering his subordinate to copy the prescription, Zhao Yong bowed and thanked her several times before happily leading his men away.
Feng Yinwan was still thinking about Feng Yiyi and Ye Tingyu's matters. She looked up and met Ye Tinglan's somber gaze, her lips curving slightly.
"This consort will go and see the newly admitted patients."
Ordinary physicians would not treat them, and the previous prescriptions had lost their efficacy, so the Jingzhao Prefecture sent over mainly critical cases.
Feng Yinwan examined them one by one. Seeing that the imperial physicians had treated them and given them decoctions, she then withdrew from the tent.
In the evening, the decoctions the critical patients had taken began to take effect. Feng Yinwan was having dinner when Jiang Rumao quickly entered.
"Your Highness, a critical patient has woken up. I heard he was the first person in the military camp to show symptoms. Would you like to see him?"
Upon hearing the word "first," Feng Yinwan's spirits immediately rose. She stopped eating and got up to go out.
She had not had a good rest since she woke up. Her once bright and beautiful face was now somewhat haggard.
Ye Tinglan, with a stern face, pressed her down. "The person is awake, there's no need to rush. Go after you've eaten."
Feng Yinwan's mind had already flown far away.
"I'm not eating, I'm not eating. Such an important matter cannot be delayed!"
How could he understand a doctor's excitement!
However, that large hand remained firmly on her shoulder, unmoving.
"Finish your porridge."
This golden scallop congee was specially bought by Ye Tinglan for Qi Xuan to fetch from the city, as he was worried about her health.
Feng Yinwan hesitated slightly but still picked it up and drank it.
When Ye Tinglan's gaze fell upon the empty bowl in her hand, he finally withdrew his hand and let her go, but then he naturally got up and followed.
Upon entering the tent, Feng Yinwan realized that the critical patient spoken of by Jiang Rumao was the very person he had accidentally rendered unconscious with a needle yesterday.
Among all the critical patients in the tent, he had the earliest onset and the most severe condition, yet he was now the first to wake up.
Moreover, his symptoms had stabilized.
Feng Yinwan raised her eyebrows and immediately smiled, "Imperial Physician Jiang, this Highness said that your needle would surely have a miraculous effect!"
See, the most serious one was recovering first.
Jiang Rumao nodded, "This humble subject dares not."
The man did not recognize Feng Yinwan, but he recognized Ye Tinglan behind her. His face lit up with excitement, and he immediately tried to get up.
Although his condition had stabilized, his body had not yet recovered. Feng Yinwan, unaware of the situation, mistook his action as him wanting to get up to thank Jiang Rumao for her words and quickly stopped him.
"Hey, don't move, don't move. No need to thank us, our Imperial Physician Jiang is not a stranger!"
Having been tense for several days, and now with some improvement, she spoke more relaxedly.
Jiang Rumao believed her and quickly chimed in, "Your Highness is right. Saving lives and healing the wounded is the duty of a physician. There's no need for excessive courtesy."
The two exchanged a look of shared understanding and simultaneously reached out to press him back down.
Feng Yinwan smiled with satisfaction.
Indeed, they were colleagues; their thoughts were the same!
Before she could express her gratification, the man on the couch trembled, and with difficulty, he uttered two syllables.
Feng Yinwan leaned closer with a suspicious look and heard him call out, "Your Highness."
Your Highness?
The next moment, a tear fell onto the man's rugged face.
Feng Yinwan was caught off guard and froze.
Good heavens, a tough guy crying?!
She was completely stunned and before she could regain her senses, the hand she had placed on the tough guy was pulled back.
Ye Tinglan looked at the tough guy with a complex expression, nodded, and said, "Your body has not yet recovered. There's no need for such formalities."
Then, under Feng Yinwan's shocked gaze, he lowered his eyes and explained in a low voice.
"This is a commander in the army, a subordinate of Chen Yan."
His voice was not loud, but the tough guy on the couch heard it, and his expression changed. Disbelievingly, another tear fell.
For some reason, Feng Yinwan saw a trace of... grievance? in his eyes.
Ye Tinglan cleared his throat with a clenched fist, turning his handsome face away, the word "shameful" almost written on his face.
After the embarrassing misunderstanding, Feng Yinwan also felt a bit awkward. She gave a weak smile and immediately spoke again.
"Commander Qian, don't be nervous. This Highness and His Highness are here because we have something to ask you."
The tough guy seemed to finally realize that the "Your Highness" she mentioned was referring to herself. His expression froze, and then he slowly turned his gaze back.
"Your Highness, please ask."
The words came out at a pace of one word every two seconds, making Feng Yinwan anxious.
"This Highness wants to ask, before your symptoms appeared, did you come into contact with anything unusual?"
The military camp was originally heavily guarded, and the soldiers were specially trained. Such an outbreak should not have occurred.
Seeing him open his lips to speak with difficulty again, Feng Yinwan quickly stopped him.
"Nod if yes, shake your head if no."
This time, the tough guy understood and slightly shook his head.
Feng Yinwan furrowed her brows and heard Ye Tinglan explain, "The military camp has always had strict discipline. Anything that shouldn't be there, won't be there."
"And what should be there?"
As she spoke, she paused slightly and then looked at Ye Tinglan again, "Your Highness, were the first batch of patients who appeared in the military camp living together with him?"
Group transmission should be the fastest.
Unexpectedly, Ye Tinglan shook his head. "The commanders have separate tents and do not live with the soldiers."
He paused and then added,
"However, they all belong to Commander Qian's command and are responsible for patrolling the right flank of the military camp."
Under the same department, it could still be considered group transmission, right?
Feng Yinwan's beautiful eyes darkened, and she looked back at the tough guy on the bed, "Commander Qian, did you all come into contact with anything collectively?"
The tough guy paused, opened his mouth, and said one word.
"Water."
Before Feng Yinwan could ask further, a voice with a hint of coldness came from behind her.
"There is a water source on the right flank of the military camp. All water used by the army is fetched from here. When you were on patrol that day, did you drink water from it?"
The tough guy nodded, his attitude clearly much more compliant than before.
In an instant, Ye Tinglan's face turned cold.
He had the military doctors investigate for a long time, only to find that it was a problem with the water source.
No wonder new patients kept appearing in the military camp. It was likely that their stored water ran out, and they had to fetch new water from there.
Someone had tampered with the water source!