Seeing Feng Qiwu’s calm demeanor, Bai Susu suddenly felt that she was perhaps being too timid. Indeed, Feng Qiwu was right, after all, they had a Star Stone Mine!
Even during Witch Doctor Gu He’s time, such a large Star Stone Mine would be enough to sustain a small sect.
With these resources, even if something unforeseen happened, they wouldn’t be completely unprepared.
Most importantly, Feng Qiwu was the villain with overwhelming combat prowess throughout the story.
With him around... whatever scheme or plot, as long as heaven doesn’t deliberately oppose him, Feng Qiwu will surely overcome all challenges.
Therefore, Bai Susu quickly looked at Feng Qiwu with trust and said, "You’re right, we’re not completely unprepared, so there’s nothing to be afraid of."
Moreover, if they encountered a problem that even someone like Feng Qiwu couldn’t solve, then she wouldn’t need to struggle; she might as well just surrender.
"Alright, it’s late, hurry up and sleep. If the sky falls, I’ll hold it up for you. You just do what you like," Feng Qiwu said, reaching out to lift Bai Susu onto the bed.
Bai Susu curled her lips, nodded, and adeptly hugged Feng Qiwu’s neck, leaning against his chest to sleep.
The next day, more people were severely infected.
Many foreign envoys of lower status couldn’t even visit the Imperial Physician, only managing to find some small doctors in the Capital City for help, and then taking hurriedly prescribed medicine.
And some doctors feared infection themselves, so if infected people offered little money, they refused outright.
For ordinary people wanting to seek medical help, it was even more difficult.
For a moment, the entire Great Qin Capital was engulfed in panic and chaos.
Some people were even packing their belongings, preparing to temporarily leave the Capital City.
Yet, Feng Qingyang, upon hearing about the citizens’ reactions, still showed no intention of revealing the antidote. He simply tasked the Hidden Guard with continuing to investigate foreign envoys’ health conditions.
Seeing this, Doctor Ming could no longer sit idle.
He had obtained part of the antidote from Bai Susu solely to treat those heavily infected patients promptly.
Originally believing that after the emperor himself had recovered, he would immediately distribute the antidotes to save those severely ill.
But unexpectedly, even on the fourth day, the emperor still showed no intention to rescue them.
Thus, Doctor Ming hurriedly entered the palace early to demand an audience with Feng Qingyang.
Feng Qingyang did not refuse to see him but maintained a detached demeanor as he addressed Doctor Ming: "What urgent matter does Doctor Ming have?"
Upon hearing this, Doctor Ming’s heart sank but he still asked, "Your Majesty, didn’t this old minister already bring out all the antidotes? Now the serious patients are increasing in number, and they might not live to see tomorrow’s sun. Why haven’t you ordered them to be medicated yet?"
Feng Qingyang had known for some time that Doctor Ming came for this.
Thus, he quickly responded slowly, "Why rush? They are not currently mortally endangered, are they? The medicine is limited, and I have more critical uses for it."
"Your Majesty?" Doctor Ming was shocked.
What did the emperor mean by this?
He actually thought the condition of those people wasn’t serious enough?
Seeing Doctor Ming’s eyes widen, Li Cheng quickly interjected to mediate, saying, "Doctor Ming, rest assured, it isn’t that the Emperor doesn’t want to save them. It’s just about how to proceed, one must negotiate a procedure, right? The infected include not only our Da Qin’s people but also foreign envoys, yet the antidote is limited. If distributed improperly, how are we to handle the resulting conflict between various countries and our Da Qin?"
"With so many infected, who do you think should receive the limited antidote first?"
After Li Cheng finished speaking, Feng Qingyang couldn’t help but nod slightly.
Doctor Ming was momentarily speechless.
If he still couldn’t understand the Emperor’s intent, he really had been living in vain for so many years. ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ novelꞁire.net
Disappointment washed over him.
In his view, there was nothing to consider about this issue.
Because, in his eyes, there are only priorities in severity, life exceeds everything, and the antidotes naturally go to those in more serious condition.
But now, it seems the Emperor wasn’t thinking this way.
Moments later, Doctor Ming lowered his head, tiredly saying, "Your Majesty is considering it exceedingly well; this old minister was inconsiderate."
He knew very well, arguing with Feng Qingyang would yield no good results.
Rather than arguing here, risking offending the Emperor, it’s better to quickly return to refine more antidote.
Seeing that Doctor Ming wasn’t inclined to continue the dispute, Feng Qingyang’s expression became slightly better.
Then he nodded to him and said, "I have no choice but to act this way; seeing so many subjects infected with the plague, I am more pained than anyone! Those are my people."
"The old minister understands and only hopes Your Majesty and all ministers quickly negotiate a solution to prevent more people from getting infected." Doctor Ming said with his head lowered.
"Doctor Ming, rest assured, you surely won’t be disappointed." Feng Qingyang immediately said.
"That’s good, there are still many patients awaiting my treatment, I’ll take my leave now."
"Yes, go ahead." Feng Qingyang waved his hand.
Doctor Ming then hurriedly left the Imperial Study Room.
After his departure, Feng Qingyang instructed Li Cheng, "Summon some of the elders to the palace."
Meanwhile, Doctor Ming didn’t see what happened next; as soon as his carriage left, several batches of vehicles from various envoys rapidly headed towards the Daqin Imperial Palace gates, urgently seeking an audience with Feng Qingyang.
As a result, Feng Qingyang, before awaiting the cabinet ministers, had to grant an audience to the envoys from various countries first.
But with so many requesting an audience simultaneously, Feng Qingyang felt something wasn’t quite right.
For a moment, he couldn’t help but furrow his brow and asked Li Cheng, "Why do they all happen to gather together to seek an audience with me?"