Chapter 1562 - 1409: The Fake Commandery Princess 19
Everyone else went to find a room to rest. Doctor Ye said that maintaining good rest would help the illness heal faster, and they all remembered that.
Seeing that the others were resting, Ye Shuangshuang was about to find a place to curl up and continue researching the plague remedy. Unexpectedly, several women pulled her into a room that was already cleaned thoroughly.
This room was the best in the quarantine area, cleaned spotless, with bedding that was soft and fluffy, obviously new. It was unclear where these people found them.
The lead woman, full of gratitude, said to Ye Shuangshuang, "Doctor Ye, we’re really grateful that you’re willing to come here and treat us at the risk of your own safety.
We don’t have much to thank you with, so we prepared this room, hoping you can rest comfortably here, as a token of our appreciation."
Ye Shuangshuang felt a bit moved. Her visit to treat the plague carried more personal motives, and although she did have some compassion for these common people, it was only a small part.
However, at this moment, these people were sincerely thanking her, which gave Ye Shuangshuang a guilty feeling, as she wasn’t entirely sincere yet received others’ complete gratitude.
But Ye Shuangshuang quickly brushed aside this feeling, thinking that at worst, she would do her utmost to ensure everyone stayed alive, living up to their trust and gratitude.
After sending off the enthusiastic women, Ye Shuangshuang continued her all-night effort, burning the midnight oil without much rest, constantly researching the remedy for the plague.
She had to handle this plague urgently because Ye Shuangshuang was worried about Ye Feiying, the Shen Family, and Bai Menghan left behind, and she was also in a hurry to resume her journey into exile.
Although the Emperor said there was no time limit for the exile, lingering too long and arriving late would inevitably make the Emperor dissatisfied, and such displeasure could be deadly.
Early the next morning, when Ye Shuangshuang got up, she found several more doctors outside, carrying medicine chests and accompanied by several elegantly dressed attendants.
The previously silent doctors who had seen Ye Shuangshuang were now ingratiatingly following these new doctors, their faces full of flattery.
Ye Shuangshuang immediately knew that these people were not ordinary doctors. Their attire and demeanor, along with their attendants, indicated that they were Imperial Physicians sent by the court to treat the plague.
As Ye Shuangshuang came out of the room, one of the Imperial Physicians, who looked about fifty with a small goatee, was examining the remedy she had prepared the day before.
Upon seeing Ye Shuangshuang, the Imperial Physician turned to look at her, stroking his goatee with a somewhat arrogant demeanor: "Girl, did you write this remedy?"
Ye Shuangshuang walked over, having slept only one hour last night, feeling a bit annoyed. Such actions, like looking at someone else’s remedy without permission, were extremely disrespectful in an era where remedies were private property.
While Ye Shuangshuang wasn’t upset about her remedy being seen, as she intended to discuss them with others later, such behavior from the Imperial Physician disregarded her.
In the Imperial Physician’s mind, examining her remedy was of no consequence, and his casual attitude was dismissive of Ye Shuangshuang as a person.
Feeling uncomfortable, Ye Shuangshuang took the remedy from the goateed Imperial Physician’s hand and replied coolly, "It’s my remedy."
The goateed Imperial Physician frowned, dissatisfied with Ye Shuangshuang’s attitude, and said with an unpleasant expression, "Is this remedy handed down by your ancestors? Although you mean well, this remedy is not suitable for this plague and cannot cure it.
Treating a plague is not simple. You’re a young girl, probably have only read a few medical books without practical experience. It’s better not to mess around and risk causing harm."
Ye Shuangshuang: "..."
She looked at the goateed Imperial Physician as if he were an idiot. Did he not ask about the patient’s prior medical history when treating them?
She had performed acupuncture on so many people yesterday that any casual inquiry would reveal she was no decorative pillow, so what was he doing? Belittling her medical skills to her face!
As Ye Shuangshuang was getting riled up by the goateed Imperial Physician, a lean Imperial Physician in his thirties approached.
This person seemed to be the leader among the Imperial Physicians and directly instructed the goateed Imperial Physician: "Doctor Hu, there are still a few patients needing your pulse diagnosis over there, please attend to them."
Doctor Hu reluctantly stroked his goatee with his fingers, gave Ye Shuangshuang an unwilling glance, and then turned away begrudgingly.
A short distance away, two Imperial Physicians witnessed this scene. They lowered their heads and whispered among themselves.
One, slightly older, shook his head: "That Old Hu is most envious and intolerant of the competent. This young doctor’s medical skills and acupuncture are excellent. He was already envious in the morning and wanted to suppress her."
The younger one sneered: "It’s disgraceful to be associated with such a person, it completely tarnishes the title of a healer.
Rather than suppressing those with good medical skills, he should improve his own. With such a mindset, he will never progress in his medical skills in this lifetime."
Meanwhile, Ye Shuangshuang was approached by the lean Imperial Physician, who had sent away the disgruntled Doctor Hu, and he smiled at her.
"Doctor, pardon the spectacle. My name is Zhao, an Imperial Physician sent by the Emperor to handle this plague.
During my consultations, I heard patients say they were much better thanks to your treatment. Your acupuncture skill is truly impressive. I also glanced at your remedy and found it brilliant.
Though I shouldn’t have looked at your remedy, I was worried about this plague. If you’re willing, I can offer a remedy as a token of apology for having looked at yours."
This Doctor Zhao, although he had viewed Ye Shuangshuang’s remedy, expressed himself and behaved in a way that was very reassuring.
This time, Ye Shuangshuang genuinely smiled, made a salute, and generously said, "My surname is Ye. It’s just a remedy, no need for apologies, Doctor Zhao. You honor me.
There’s no need for a token. We’re all here to treat the plague, and the remedies should be shared for exchange.
Even if you hadn’t seen it, I’d have wanted your advice on any areas for improvement. I’m young and need to learn from my elders. I hope Doctor Zhao will generously share his insights."
Doctor Zhao, very good-natured, chuckled: "Miss Ye, you are too modest. Your medical skills are no less than mine; the younger generation truly surpasses the old."
Then Doctor Zhao added with a slight laugh: "Alright, let’s stop flattering each other here and focus on diagnosing these common people."