"Baike, take this to Uncle Zhong and tell him to investigate on his own. Those who have these symptoms but fail to report them shall receive twenty strokes of the cane."
Hearing about the twenty strokes of the cane, Mo Qinghuan immediately thought of A Si who had been beaten, and her face darkened instantly.
"Baike, don't listen to him. Just tell them that those who are sick don't need to be afraid. They can come to me for free medicine."
Baike glanced at Mu Yanming. Mu Yanming had his eyelids lowered and didn't look at him. Then he looked at Mo Qinghuan.
At this moment, Mo Qinghuan was already in front of Baike with something in her hand. She glared at Baike. "Hurry up!"
Seeing that Mu Yanming had tacitly approved Mo Qinghuan's arrangement, Baike took the things and headed for the front yard. However, just as he was out of the Yangyang Palace, he was bumped into by a person who was walking in a hurry with their head down.
He covered his chest. "What are you in such a hurry for?"
The woman lowered her head. "Reporting to Commander Bai, this servant is a laundress from the back yard. I'm here to report to the Princess."
Baike let out an "oh" as if in deep thought. "The Princess is inside. Go in."
The woman nodded and went in. Looking at her back, Baike suddenly felt a strange thump in his heart for no reason.
He scratched his head and didn't think much about it. Then he took the things and went to find Uncle Zhong.
The woman entered the yard and knelt at the door. "This servant pays respects to the Prince and the Princess."
Mo Qinghuan came out of the room. "No need for so many formalities. Get up and speak."
The woman stood up tremblingly, still with her head down. "Reporting to the Princess, this servant knows who has the illness you just mentioned."
Mo Qinghuan looked back at Mu Yanming who was sitting at the table. Mu Yanming stood up and walked to Mo Qinghuan's side.
"Auntie, go on."
The woman nodded. "There are four laundresses in the back yard in total. Except for this servant, the other three have all got it. This servant was really scared, so I had no choice but to come and expose them."
Hearing that there were three more cases, Mo Qinghuan knew the situation was already quite serious. Six cases in just a few days definitely couldn't be ignored.
"Okay, take me to have a look." As she said this, she was about to leave, but Mu Yanming grabbed her wrist. "Didn't you say it's highly contagious? Then you..."
Mo Qinghuan knew he was worried about her. She patted the back of Mu Yanming's hand to comfort him.
"Don't worry. I'll be fine." After saying that, she followed the woman. On the way, she had an idea and activated the Little Doctor Space. She took out a pair of disposable medical gloves from it.
When they arrived at the back yard, she saw the three women the woman had mentioned were carrying water from the well, and there were several large basins of clothes beside the well.
When they saw her, they immediately stopped what they were doing, stood in a row, and bowed their heads respectfully to pay their respects. "Paying respects to the Princess."
"Um, raise your heads and open your mouths. Let me have a look."
As soon as she said this, the three of them immediately glared at the woman who had reported them with accusing looks, but they all obediently opened their mouths.
Mo Qinghuan put on the gloves and checked each of them by pinching their chins. Seeing her frowning tightly, the women were so scared that their voices trembled.
"Princess, this is just an ordinary mouth sore. We can get better by drinking some herbal water. You don't need to worry."
Mo Qinghuan couldn't help smiling. "You should know that I'm a doctor, right? So I think I know better than you whether it's a mouth sore or not."
One of the women got closer. "Princess, do you mean that what we've got is not a mouth sore..."
As Mo Qinghuan was taking off her gloves, she said, "Well, strictly speaking, it can't be considered a mouth sore because they're all herpes. And yours is more serious. Your soft palate is already covered with them, and your throat is also red and swollen."
The woman was so scared that she immediately covered her mouth. "Then... then is there any hope for this servant to be cured?"
"You can go on with your work first. I'll go and prepare the medicine for you. I'll write down the dosage and precautions. You must strictly follow the doctor's advice."
The women nodded.
Mo Qinghuan returned to the Yangyang Palace. Mu Yanming wasn't in the room.
After she prepared the medicine and wrote down the dosage and precautions, just as she was about to send it over, Mu Yanming came back.
"How's it going?"
Mo Qinghuan nodded. "There are already six cases. I'm afraid there are more."
"Then what should we do now?"
Mo Qinghuan raised her eyebrows and smiled at him. "Your Highness, don't worry. I'm here. Besides, you mustn't forget that you're a patient now."
Seeing her smile, Mu Yanming finally relaxed his frowning eyebrows a little.
Mo Qinghuan handed the things to a little maid who was sweeping the yard and asked her to send them over.
She had just returned to the room for a short while when Uncle Zhong came and said that the Queen had invited Mo Qinghuan to the palace.
"I'll go with you."
Mo Qinghuan had just picked up her medicine box. Hearing Mu Yanming's words, she tilted her head helplessly. "Your Highness has forgotten again. You're a patient now."
Mu Yanming ignored her and walked in front. "I'm a patient, but I'm not useless."
In the end, Mo Qinghuan couldn't argue with Mu Yanming, so she had to let him go with her.
After entering the palace and passing through the palace gate, they were supposed to get off the carriage and walk on foot.
However, Mu Yanming insisted that he suffered from a heart disease and couldn't walk, and he demanded that the carriage be allowed to pass.
Those guarding the gate didn't dare to offend the Regent, so they had to lower their heads and let the carriage in.
The carriage stopped in front of the Queen's palace gate. The maids passing by on the palace path all had starry eyes when they saw the Regent's carriage.
"Paying respects to the Queen."
The Queen stepped forward in person to welcome them into the inner chamber.
Mu Yanming was left in the outer hall. After exchanging a few words with the Crown Prince, they sat there sipping their tea in silence.
In the inner chamber, the Crown Prince's Consort was lying in bed. When she saw Mo Qinghuan come in, she propped herself up with difficulty, trying to get up and pay her respects.
She was pressed back to bed by the Queen.
Mo Qinghuan already knew about Min Feiyan's condition last time, and the medicine was already prepared. But the tricky part now was the poison in her body.
She took out the gold needles from her medicine box. This whole set of gold needles was the reward she had asked for from Mu Yanming when she treated Lu Zixiu last time.
"Don't worry. Relax." While preparing things, Mo Qinghuan comforted Min Feiyan because she noticed that Min Feiyan's expression had been very solemn since she came in.
Moreover, she kept rubbing her hands.
Hearing her words, Min Feiyan forced out a bitter smile. "Sister-in-law, can I really avoid death?"
Hearing her words, Mo Qinghuan knew she was still nervous, so she deliberately teased her.
"Well, I really can't guarantee that."
Sure enough, hearing her words, the light in Min Feiyan's eyes dimmed instantly.
She smiled, took out a few gold needles, sat in front of the bed, and said with a smile, "Because everyone will die someday, so I really can't say for sure. Okay, relax. Trust me. As long as you do as I say, without any accidents, I should be able to guarantee that you'll live at least until..."
She counted on her fingers. "Until you're full of wrinkles."
Min Feiyan was so scared that she covered her face with both hands, and there was still a look of astonishment in her eyes.
Mo Qinghuan was amused by her look. "Okay, lie down."
She reached out to untie Min Feiyan's clothes. Min Feiyan frowned and closed her eyes.