That's probably Song Jiajia's house."Mrs. Song was not stupid, so she could naturally guess some things. As for the rest, she didn't know and didn't want to know.Anyway, Song Jiajia's temperament is s...Ginger's eyes widened as she looked around. She spotted a familiar face among the group of old men.

Doctor Quan, the one who came with me to see Lin Tingyu before, it seems this Su County magistrate has called upon all the “miracle doctors” within dozens of miles.

"Please calm down and listen to me, Madam Song is a very skilled doctor."

Before Ginger could even speak, Dr. Quan excitedly told the other elders how impressive she was.

Everyone looked at Jiang Wan with suspicion, "Lao Quan, don't fool us."

"That's right, how old does this young girl look Even if she started learning from inside the womb, that's only been about ten years, right"

"What nonsense! What's she doing here, bringing a little girl in"

“...”

With dubious expressions, everyone looked at each other. Jiang Wan remained calm and collected as she brought out the Sixth Prince and Elder Chu.

I am here on behalf of the elder Chu and the sixth prince.

"That's right." Pan Hongyan, who had been pale and shaken, finally recovered. "Dr. Jiang has treated my lord before."

"Then, my lord sent this divine physician to help us all overcome the smallpox."

"Divine doctor"

Another white-bearded old man, Dr. Jiang, beside Dr. Quan said sarcastically:

"Could it be that Doctor Ginger is from the Gu clan of pharmacists"

Only the people from Yaowanggu would have this confidence.

"No."

Ginger's eyes flashed with impatience. She retorted directly, "If you have this time to discuss whether I am a divine physician,

It's better to spend more time and effort on the patient; you might just find a cure.

A single remark, arrogant beyond measure, puffed up Doctor Jiang's whiskers with indignation. He looked towards Doctor Quan.

"Laoquan, is this the outstanding young person you were talking about"

"Lao Jiang, please don't get angry first. It's normal for capable people to have bigger tempers."

When Dr. Quan saw that Ginger was rushing straight towards a patient, his eyes lit up immediately.

"Lao Jiang, you guys go ahead and busy yourselves. I'll take a look."

Dr. Quan excitedly followed Jiang Wan, leaving the other doctors shaking their heads in amusement.

"This old man must be senile."

"Yes, how powerful can a little girl be Let's study it quickly."

"I wonder if we'll ever be able to get out of here. Sigh!"

..."

Song Jiu's eyes gazed deeply at those who didn't trust Jiang Wan. His fingertip gently rubbed against his fingertips.

He looked at Jiang Wan, who was not far away, and a warmth flashed in his eyes.

But at this time, Jiang Wan had already arrived before the patient with boils, the other party's breath was already very weak.

Organ failure, different degrees of bleeding on his body, even ginger warming him up, he only weakly opened his eyelids, his lips trembled slightly, with no other movement.

Ginger frowned, quickly putting on a pair of disposable white gloves. As for an explanation, she'd tell them later.

This scene fell into the eyes of several old men, and they couldn't help but frown. At this point, they didn't even have the heart to persuade her.

"Dr. Ginger, is there anything I can help you with"

Dr. Quan, with his shrewdness, did not reveal Ginger's identity as a member of the Liu Fang faction. Instead, he actively helped on the side.

Ginger glanced at the defenseless Doctor Quan and reminded him, “Doctor Quan, you’d better take some precautions.”

As a doctor, you should know that smallpox is transmitted through respiratory and contact routes. You're practically sending someone to their death!

Dr. Quan: ...

It's a harsh truth, but it's true. He stared at the handkerchief in front of Jiang Wan, a question forming in his heart.

"Is this helpful"

>It's better than doing nothing.

Ginger didn't look at him. Her silver needle spun between her fingertips, swiftly landing on the patient's body.

She had just observed that this person was the most serious patient in the yard. Chickenpox usually worsens after three or four days of infection symptoms.

The Sixth Prince ran fast. Actually, the day was still in its early stages and not many people had died. Of course, the bodies had already been burned on site.

Dr. Quan was reluctant to leave, his eyes fixed unblinkingly on the spot where Ginger was administering the acupuncture needles.

She was quick and precise, the man who was just covered in boils and on the verge of death now breathes more steadily.

"It really helped!"

Doctor Quan was so excited that he waved his hands around, but then Pan Hongyan handed him a brand new mask. He only put it on after that.

But his exclamation had already attracted the doctors who were researching, several of them hurrying over.

At a glance, he saw the man lying on the ground, breathing heavily and fast asleep.

Ginger's silver needles eased his pain, and he actually fell asleep.

“Can it really relieve (the problem)”

Dr. Jiang stood behind Ginger and the others, a puzzled look in his eyes.

Besides him, several other doctors also widened their eyes in disbelief, standing there studying.

"Strange, strange, so this is how to give acupuncture."

"How could I have not thought of that"

"Couldn't it be that Old Quan taught her"

"..."

Voices of doubt still lingered, but Jiang Wan completely ignored them. She was currently taking the pulse of a patient beside her.

"The official on one side sputtered and defended himself, 'If I had this ability, I would have revealed it long ago!'"

I told you all, Dr. Ginger is very skilled, but you don't believe me.

I think she's there, this matter can be resolved between morning and evening. By the way, you guys should protect yourselves like me..."

Before the doctor could finish his boastful words, his eyelids twitched and he slumped straight to the ground.

At least the person didn't faint, just their breathing was particularly rapid and they couldn't speak coherently.

"Lao Quan!"

"It's over, Lao Quan must have been caught!"

"...

" Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!

"Get out of the way!"

Ginger quickly squeezed in, her fingertips resting on Dr. Quan's pulse through the handkerchief, her brow furrowed slightly.

"Yes, he was also infected with smallpox."

After finishing her words, she looked to the side at Pan Hongyan who was flustered and speechless. "Sir Pan," she said, "please get me some paper and a brush."

"Okay."

Pan Hongyan was so frightened that her face paled slightly, she wasn't as calm as Song Jiubian sitting beside her.

After inserting a sliver of silver needle into the ginger, Doctor Quan's breathing became smoother. He even had the heart to comfort everyone.

"Old Jiang, don't worry, with Dr. Ginger here, I won't die."

He seemed quite confident in Jiang Wan, and the gazes of the crowd shifted from her again and again.

There are doubts, disbelief, and also expectations.

"Doctor Ginger, here's the paper and pen."

Pan Hongyan ran over with a pen and paper, but Jiang Wan didn't take it. Instead, she said to Song Jiubian beside her.

"I said you remember."

"Okay."

Song Jiuyuan took the paper and pen, laid the paper flat on Pan Hongyan's back, while Jiang Wan had already begun to read.

Three grams of Astragalus membranaceus, two grams of Polygonatum sibiricum, one gram of raw licorice root, one and a half grams of winter mulberry leaves...

Take this prescription to the apothecary, five cups of water, boil it down to two cups, and serve it to everyone.

"Astragalus and Ophiopogon decoction"

It can be seen that this Dr. Jiang's medical skills are quite good. Ginger Wan also has no intention of keeping his methods secret, and directly said:

"During the pustule stage, you can drink this. As for those of you in the prodromal rash stage, you can drink some chrysanthemum tea to prevent it."

When she said this, Jiang Wan also said to Song Jiubian: "Two cents and five of mulberry leaves, one cent and five of honeysuckle..., two cups of water boiled into the ratio of one cup of water."

"Please trouble Mr. Pan a little more, and let those brothers outside each have a bowl." looking at Song Sanniang and continued to smooth the fabric in her hands. It had been raining all day, and the coarse linen shirts they'd changed into were still damp.So this is the only way then, ot...