PFC Chapter 455 The Woman Who Didn't Know Her Own Fate
Chapter 455 The Woman Who Didn't Know Her Own Fate
The next day, Qin Miaoxi and her companion changed to three Akhal-Teke horses before finally arriving in Jiangnan. The city gates were already tightly closed, guarded by a large army, and no one was allowed to enter or leave.
Upon seeing the outsiders, the gatekeeper immediately stopped them and questioned them: "This area is under lockdown; you must leave immediately."
Qin Miaoxi revealed the Xuanwu Token and solemnly asked, "Is Lord Qinglong in the city?"
The general's eyes lit up with surprise the moment he saw the token. He knelt down on one knee and kowtowed, "Greetings, Lord Xuanwu. Lord Qinglong is indeed in the city, but tens of thousands of people in the city have been infected with the plague, and the disease is still spreading."
"Has the imperial physician arrived yet?"
"The imperial physician arrived yesterday and is currently studying the antidote outside the city."
"Okay, take me there."
Inside the simple tent, a dozen imperial physicians were busy and overwhelmed, but they all rushed to greet Qin Miaoxi when they saw her.
"Lord Xuanwu, you've finally arrived. This plague has come on strangely, and we still haven't found its source."
Qin Miaoxi picked up the list of herbs they had prepared and examined it one by one. "What kind of strange method is this?"
"People infected with the plague felt cold, vomited blood every night, and their bodies emitted a putrid smell, starting from their feet and spreading all over their bodies."
Qin Miaoxi memorized these symptoms, "They sound like symptoms of poisoning."
"We checked and it's not poisoning."
"I'll check on the patient first. You all go and distribute the pills I brought to the people of the city. They can help suppress the spread of the disease."
The imperial physicians were all beaming with joy. Lord Xuanwu was truly omnipotent; he had developed an antidote even before reaching the plague-stricken area.
As she stepped out of the tent, she stumbled and fell forward.
"Miss be careful!"
Ziyan helped the person up, saying, "I'll take you to rest."
"No need." Qin Miaoxi took out the medicine bottle and drank it down. After swallowing most of the bottle, her complexion became rosy and she looked much more energetic.
"Miss, that's not how you take medicine."
"I'm much better now. Curing the plague is urgent, and we don't have much time left."
Ziyan felt a pang of heartache but also knew the matter was of great importance, so she could only help her to the patients' tent.
As soon as she got close, she smelled the stench of decay. Qin Miaoxi was startled; it was the smell of death.
She approached slowly, her heart suddenly tightening.
The figure on the bed gradually became clearer—the person's face was ashen white, lifeless, and his bare hands were covered with horrifying lividity, quietly rotting. A faint stench of decay permeated the air. It was Lu Qingchen.
Ziyan exclaimed in surprise, "Young Master!?"
"Don't come any closer," Qin Miaoxi snapped. "Stay outside and don't come near."
"But Miss, you..."
"I'm fine, don't forget my health."
"Yes."
She went straight to the bedside and called softly, "Lu Qingchen, can you hear me?"
The person lying in bed twitched their eyelids slightly, but showed no signs of waking up.
Qin Miaoxi reached out to check his pulse, but the pulsation under her fingers was so faint as to be almost imperceptible, as if he were dead.
She felt a chill run down her spine and quickly opened his eyelids. She saw that his pupils still had a slight reflection of light, and she felt a little relieved: there was still a glimmer of hope.
She decisively put the pill into his mouth, then checked his pulse—which remained completely still, indicating he was still in critical condition.
The medicine had absolutely no effect.
Lu Qingchen's infection had lasted too long, so the medicine was ineffective for him, but his condition could not be delayed any longer.
"Don't worry, I won't let you die."
Without hesitation, Qin Miaoxi slashed her wrist with her other hand, and blood immediately gushed out.
She pried open the other person's jaw, held her bleeding wrist above their lips, and let the blood trickle into their mouth.
Lu Qingchen went from being unable to move to his Adam's apple bobbing unconsciously. His consciousness gradually returned, and even the grotesque ulcers on his hands were visibly healing and scabbing over.
Qin Miaoxi smiled slightly; her blood, which was immune to all poisons, was effective against the plague.
Her breathing gradually calmed down, Qin Miaoxi stopped the bleeding, and she had already made up her mind.
Since her blood was effective against the plague, she used it as a medicinal ingredient to concoct an antidote.
When she came out, Ziyan immediately brought her ginseng soup, saying, "Miss, it's freshly made."
Qin Miaoxi picked up the bowl and drank the soup in one gulp. The warmth flowed into her stomach, and the cramping pain was relieved quite a bit.
"I'll write down a prescription, and you go and brew an antidote according to those herbs."
"Yes."
The rich aroma of herbs quickly spread throughout the camp, and the imperial physicians came one after another to seek advice, but they were all stopped by Ziyan.
"If you all want to know, why don't you wait for Miss to write out the complete prescription and then you can brew it yourselves?"
"Very well, we have no choice but to do our duty."
Qin Miaoxi carried the medicine into Lu Qingchen's tent and was about to give it to him when the curtain was lifted and a woman forcefully barged in.
"Stop! Who are you, and how dare you administer medicine to the young marquis so casually?"
The woman screamed and lunged forward recklessly, raising her hand to slap the bowl of life-saving medicine, trying to overturn it to the ground.
boom!
Qin Miaoxi kicked the woman mercilessly, and she screamed as she flew backward and tumbled out of the tent, crashing heavily to the ground.
Dust clung to her disheveled hair and clothes. She struggled to get up, and blood gushed from her nose instantly, leaving her looking utterly pathetic.
The maids outside the tent rushed forward and carefully helped her up, but she pushed them away angrily, saying, "Get out! I don't need your help."
She stormed in again, her face contorted with rage, but this time Ziyan stopped her outside the tent.
"You dare stop me? Do you know who I am?"
"No one, no matter who you are, can stop my young lady from receiving treatment."
"Guards!" she shouted sternly, "Beat this damned wretch to death!"
She wiped the blood from her nose, a cruel sneer curling at the corner of her lips. "I am the daughter of the city lord. Anyone who dares to lay a finger on me will be begging for death!"
Ziyan glanced coldly at the people surrounding her, her expression blank, her eyes filled with contempt.
I never imagined there would be such a fool in Jiangnan, delaying Miss's epidemic relief efforts. Enjoy Miss City Lord's final honor!
"on!"
Several maids rushed forward in response, but Ziyan moved swiftly. With a few muffled thuds, the maids were sent flying like kites with broken strings, without even touching the hem of her clothes.
The city lord's daughter was horrified, "You..."
Ziyan drew her sword and pointed it at her face, coldly saying, "Get out! Otherwise, you'll leave your life here."
"How dare you! What are you doing?"
The gatekeeper led his troops to the city, and the city lord's daughter, as if seeing reinforcements, immediately stepped forward and ordered, "Go and kill that woman. She and her master dared to lay a hand on me. I want them crippled and thrown into the city."
Ziyan met the general's gaze without fear, while the latter hurriedly looked away, whispering, "Miss, this is a doctor sent by the capital; you mustn't touch him."
"You bastard, is there anyone I can't touch? Do you intend to disobey my orders?"
“I certainly wouldn’t dare, but…”
"Fine, fine, if you don't touch her, I'll have my father dismiss you from your post."
The general gritted his teeth indignantly and said solemnly, "I cannot comply. Men, escort the young lady out of the camp."
The city lord's daughter stared wide-eyed in disbelief, "You dare!"
The soldiers looked at each other, not daring to step forward. The other party was someone of great importance, but the city lord's daughter was the city lord's daughter, and her orders could not be disobeyed. What should they do?
"He doesn't dare, I dare!"
The curtain was lifted, and Qin Miaoxi walked up to the city lord's daughter. Under her incredulous gaze, she slapped her across the face.
"Go back to where you came from."