Without the help of Yunyun and Xiaoniang, it would have been difficult for her to care for so many patients.
"Bang!"
"What are you doing? These medicines were painstakingly brewed by the young madam. Even if you don't want to drink them, you shouldn't spill them. It's good to leave them for other patients."
Yunyun's voice was laced with grievance. The medicine was very precious, and it was a pity to spill it after it had been painstakingly brewed. Yunyun crouched down to pick up the shards, but Feng Jin quickly stopped her.
"How can you pick it up with your hands? Sweep it up and discard it."
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 turned her head upon hearing the voice, wiping away tears from the corner of her eyes. "What's the point of me being alive? It's better to die of the plague."
"Do you belittle your own life so much..."
Feng Jin had always despised people who were constantly looking for death. She had seen too many people striving to survive, and even in immense pain, they never thought of giving up their lives.
Just as Feng Jin was about to say something more, Yunyun stepped forward and pulled Feng Jin aside.
"Young madam, you don't know, but when the rebels broke through the city, she was insulted by them and then abandoned by her fiancé's family. She had already decided to die, and then she contracted the plague and was sent here."
Upon hearing the truth, Feng Jin's heart suddenly trembled. She got up, sat beside the woman, took her hand, and said in a gentle voice, "Everyone faces misfortune in life. It depends on whether you can persevere. As long as you can endure, nothing can defeat you, and your future life will be bright."
"If you start to give up on yourself and seek death because of some hardships, you should also think of your parents and family. How much pain would they feel if you were gone? Your fiancé abandoning you because of this incident shows that he is not someone you can rely on. It's a good thing to see his true nature early."
"Look around this room. Everyone here has experienced suffering, but they are all trying to survive, 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 the people you care about, all those who deeply love you."
Tears welled up in the woman's eyes, and she sobbed, 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 grew increasingly grim as he listened to Lu Shi's report. The plague was raging, and over a dozen civilians in the city had already died from it. Now, even the soldiers were falling ill.
"Follow Feng Jin's method and isolate the sick soldiers..."
He couldn't trouble Feng Jin with these matters anymore. If she continued to overwork herself like this, her health would surely suffer.
"Your subordinate obeys."
After Lu Shi left, Ling Mohan wore a troubled look, his heart filled with worry for Feng Jin's safety. He wondered how she was doing inside.
Ling Mohan could no longer suppress his anxiety and moved towards the courtyard.
"Greetings, Young General. The patients inside have the plague. You cannot enter."
The soldiers, aware of the danger within, bravely blocked Ling Mohan.
Ling Mohan did not force his way in. He simply stood at the entrance, peering inside, hoping to catch a glimpse of Feng Jin from afar.
Patient after patient was carried in, and deceased patients were carried out. Seeing this scene, Ling Mohan's heart felt as if it were being fiercely wrung, causing him unbearable pain.
Yet, he managed to suppress his impulsive urges and stood outside the door.
"Young General, there's trouble in the camp. Please come back with me."
Lu Shi rushed over, his face full of urgency. He had searched the entire camp without finding Ling Mohan and had finally found him after much effort.
Ling Mohan turned his head and glanced around, but he did not see Feng Jin. A flicker of disappointment crossed his eyes. 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, come quickly and see..."
Feng Jin had just dozed off when she was awakened by Yunyun's startled cry. She sat up abruptly and rushed over.
"Hold him down and stuff his mouth with cloth."
Feng Jin quickly gave instructions and then used silver needles to prick 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 leaned on the table to stand up, feeling dizzy for a long time before gradually 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. Have some porridge first."
Xiaoniang brought a bowl of porridge to Feng Jin.
"Thank you." Feng Jin took a few sips, but her stomach churned, and she lost her appetite.
"You two don't need to stay with me. Go and rest."
After dismissing the two women, Feng Jin fiddled with the silver needles in her hand, lost in thought. After administering acupuncture to the patient, she noticed that the patient's pulse had become much calmer.
She vaguely recalled reading in ancient medical texts about a method where acupuncture was used to expel evil toxic qi from the body, followed by medication to treat the plague.
She had tried various remedies for the plague in the past two days without much success. It was only when she accidentally administered acupuncture today that she noticed an improvement in the condition.
Perhaps, acupuncture could indeed be used to treat the plague, but this method was extremely dangerous and required constant experimentation to find the most suitable approach.
The efficacy could only be determined after testing it on patients.
Feng Jin found herself in a dilemma again. Performing acupuncture on a human body was no 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 did not allow her any more time for deliberation.
She had no choice but to try with all her might, hoping to cure them with this method.
Feng Jin tightly clutched her silver needle case and walked to the bedside of a severely ill elder.
"Grandma, I'm going to perform acupuncture on you next. It will be a bit painful, so please bear with it."
"Cough... cough... It's alright. I'm an old bone... With no children and no family, no one will miss me if I die. You... you can proceed with the acupuncture without worry..."
Feng Jin's expression faltered slightly. She took a deep breath. "Grandma, don't worry, I will definitely cure you."
Feng Jin opened the silver needle case, took out a needle, and held it between her fingers.